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The Traps of Black Swan

'Each betrayal begins with trust' ~~~ ‘Endure a while’ was what her grandfather said. She endured the curses. She endured the pain. She endured the unfairness. She endured the behest. She endured the down heart. She endured many things but what did she get in return?  Betrayal from her own people. ‘This cruel world is not for innocents.’ She had to learn it forcefully laying on the deathbed wishing to leave the world forever. But fate plays cruelly. Now she is back to the same world to stand strong and smile at the evil. --- Excerpt: Aarvi Evans typed a message shamelessly on her mobile, [I need a kiss.] Her lips tugged to a rare mischievous curve clicking on the send button. It wasn’t even fifteen minutes, her mobile went off. She walked out of the private room of the restaurant and answered the call, “Hel…” She was suddenly yanked to the opposite private room. Before she could absorb the situation, the door was shut, she was pinned to the wall and a pair of thin soft lips pressed on her forehead calming her nerves. ‘How naive!’ She hadn’t thought he would actually ignore his client just to give her a kiss. A kiss! Aaron Rivas would have called her naive if he could hear her thoughts. The next second, Aarvi’s petite face was showered with gentle pecks without leaving an inch unattended. Aaron paused and said, “Cupcake! you hadn’t mentioned where you needed the kiss.” He didn't let her react and locked her lips. --- This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin *Credit to the real owner of the novel cover photo.

Munchkin_2 · Urbano
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775 Chs

Mrs. Aarvi Aaron Rivas

The large courtroom was filled. On either side of the door was the viewer gallery filled with rows of benches. The witnesses and the required speakers were sitting with the assisting legal team. Further inside, the section was divided by railings.

To the right, Nikun, Aarvi, and Aaron were sitting from the plaintiff's side. On the other side was the defendant, James, his assistant, and Leon were sitting. Further inside, there was a witness stand in the center, to the right, there was an empty jury panel, to the left, the cops were standing on guard.

Further inside, there were two tables for a clerk and court reporters and at an upper level, there was a wooden bench for the judge. 

Everyone stood up when a man with a head full of grey silvery hair entered the inside through the door close to the bench. Every wrinkle on his face seemed to be speaking of his experience rather than the age.