Novels by Emerald

A pair of beautiful eyes shut down encompassing the memories of its sweet love. The thick moist lashes guarding her against her unignorable nightmares which have troubled these beautiful eyes till now are now at rest.A warm smile spreads, across her face as she sees the inner world, that lies beyond her eyelids. She is witnessing her inner feelings, She feels the warmth of her husband beside her.She remembers that incident even now.The incident that bound her to him and him to her. Yes, Dr is right, I will keep Kaustubh alive within me. Repeating this thought in her mind, Divya falls into a deep slumber..

Divya's POV. I am lying on the bed, clenching my bottle green saree to my chest, eyes void of emotions, staring at an infinite space. Wearing his loose shirt, making me feel as if he is embracing me from behind. I had no idea at that time, that I will be witnessing such a cursed day in future. I was so happy that day, Kaustubh was my first kiss.Is there no way on earth to walk back in the past and freeze the time?Wiping the wetness from the corner of my eyes, I stand up from my bed lifeless, taking the saree I place it back into the cabinets,

Divya's POV. I am currently sitting in a beautiful restaurant called The Pink Pearl, it's a five-star hotel and we are in its restaurant section. I feel so out of place, my cotton saree does not match the standards of these high society people walking in this restaurant. I look here and there absorbing every corner of the hotel, women with the latest fashion trends, they're exposed dress material covering the bare minimum skin is making me go uncomfortable. Well, I guess everyone has their choice though. Dev who was at the reception talking to his friend who happens to be the owner of this hotel walks towards me, sitting across me he unbuttons the central coat button, smiling at me with his warm smile which is definitely like a thousand-watt bulb.

Divya's POV. I am standing in front of him in this marvellous office, he scrutinises every curve of mine with that penetrating gaze of his.My hands encircle around my waist trying to cover me from his unethical gaze.I am wearing a light yellow saree with a crimson border and blouse. Though I agree that my blouse has a deep leaf cut at the back but I guess my hair is covering it, hope he doesn't get a glimpse of my bareback when I turn around.My body starts to heat up under his continuous stare. I am looking anywhere but him. After his long fifteen minute stare he finally leans back on his chair, his fingers touching

Dev's POV.

Divya's POV.

Dev's POV. "Hellow Mr Ruslan Hart pleased to meet you" I greet with a perfect business smile to the tall old person who just landed on my rooftop helipad and is standing in front of me now."How are you, my sunny boy!"Saying this the old man accepts my greeting with a friendly laugh and shaking his tattooed hands with mine, the tattoo of a Kobra symbolise his Rattle clan which is famous for its human trafficking business. We have three major Mafia groups in India, The Wing clan handled by me Dev Singhania (Singhania for the Mafia world) The Rattle clan contro

A tall well built stature walks down the spotless white path lit brightly, his team walking behind him obediently. Opening the door to one of the interrogation room He sees that rascal sitting there with his hands cuffed."You are alive!" Says the person sitting in the room with a questioning look.The man slips off his dark black coat revealing his chest holster with two loaded guns on either side. One is his teammates taking his coat walks out of the interrogation chamber clicking her black pointed heels.The man removes his guns placing them on the table that separates them, he stares at the rascal with intense gaze through his perfect side fringes. Clenching and unclenching his strong jaw the man in black is giving crepes to the

Divya's POV.I am in my room, cleaning the old files. It's a weekend and Ani is out playing with his friends. Ma is on her date with her childhood friends. I am thankful to them, they were the emotional supporters for Ma when she lost her husband and her son just recently.Cleaning the shelves containing Kaustubhs books I find many maps piles up. Maps? Why did he need a map? There are even sheets which look like plans for large buildings. Kaustubh had a large textile industry set up by his father. And after his death, we had to sell it to fulfil the loan from the bank. Kaustubh and Ma were priorly settled in Mysore and shifted to Banglore after his fat

Dev's POV. I am sleeping in my grand fluffy circular bed,enveloped in a dark purple blanket, embracing a warm soft pillow.Pillow? Wait!I run my hands along the lengths of the pillow only to find that the pillow seems undulated, it has perfect curves, I doubt such a curvy pillow exists.My nostril triggers my brain as a sweet smell tingles them. Ah! The scent. I open my eyes only to find myself surrounded by thick blackish brown long hair, my head resting on her creamy neck, making me want me to taste it. I throw my arms and legs around her binding her petite body

A pair of beautiful eyes shut down encompassing the memories of its sweet love. The thick moist lashes guarding her against her unignorable nightmares which have troubled these beautiful eyes till now are now at rest.A warm smile spreads, across her face as she sees the inner world, that lies beyond her eyelids. She is witnessing her inner feelings, She feels the warmth of her husband beside her.She remembers that incident even now.The incident that bound her to him and him to her. Yes, Dr is right, I will keep Kaustubh alive within me. Repeating this thought in her mind, Divya falls into a deep slumber.

Divya's POV.I am lying on the bed, clenching my bottle green saree to my chest, eyes void of emotions, staring at an infinite space.Wearing his loose shirt, making me feel as if he is embracing me from behind. I had no idea at that time, that I will be witnessing such a cursed day in future. I was so happy that day, Kaustubh was my first kiss.Is there no way on earth to walk back in the past and freeze the time?Wiping the wetness from the corner of my eyes, I stand up from my bed lifeless, taking the saree I place it back into the cabinets, I tidy up my room getting ready to sleep. It's already eleven in the evening. I grab my purse and while stuffing it back into the cabinet, it slips off my hand falling on the ground,