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His Indian Bride

Romance, Comedy-drama. “Are you trying to resist my charm, sugarplum? ” he smirked and took a step close to her, cornering her near the staircase. “You are just too full of yourself, cupcake.” She said with a smug smile. “Oh, so you mean that you're not affected by all this hotness?” He said. She tsked and circled her hands around his neck and whispered. “Do you want me to be honest? You are really hot; as hot as smashed potato.” She smirked and pushed him and walked away with her head held high. Kitten has claws, eh! He thought to himself. Damien Ryder is a hot, arrogant, and ruthless business tycoon. He is nothing but pain is ass. But behind all this arrogance, there is a secret that Damien is hiding from everyone. A secret that is is painful at the same time his only healer. Vaidehi Aggarwal is a sweet girl next door, who lives with her big family in India. Sarcastic, Sweet, and clumsy Vaidehi is in a search of job and lands herself in New York, away from her family. What will happen when Ms. Sarcastic will stumble upon our hot arrogant Mr. Asshole? Romance will brew or they will strangle each other's neck? Cover credit- I don't own this cover. All the credit goes to the creator of this cover. ** Will be updated twice in week

Potterhead_Niki · Urban
Not enough ratings
195 Chs

Past 3

Continuation of past

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Damien gulped nervously ,when he saw his father and mother enter the showroom.The little girl who was crying a while ago, now slowly hid behind his back.

Damien could feel his father's intimidated gaze on him and he looked down in fear.The little six year old had no idea–why his father hates him so much. But no matter how much he tries , he fails miserably. His father has never showed any kind of affection or care toward him. Ever.

It was always harsh scolding and sometimes ,if he is pissed, it will go to one or two slap on his face. Damien feared his father's anger.

He hates it when his father screams at his mom.And he felt helpless everything he use to see him fight with her and the aftermath of the fight –his mother crying herself in the locked room. He was small and he he was helpless. He tried his best to be there for her. But what more a six year old could do, other than wiping her tears?