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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.

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Aaron checked out the man. He didn't look like a man from a group of thugs or trained. His actions and reflexes meant he wasn't used to fighting. At most, the man looked like a paparazzi or a naive man who was doing a job for money.

Aaron felt a poke on his arm, then slender cold fingers wrapped around his wrist and moved his hand back and forth. Then she smiled awkwardly. 

'Why do men rely on physical violence?' Aarvi thought. 

Being beaten black and blue three years ago, violence hardly comes to her dictionary, unless she had no choice. She knew well how it feels to be in unbearable pain.

Aaron heard her murmur, "I won't offend you." Compared to that man, her arms looked so slim. Breaking her arms or dislocating them would be so easy. The thought gave her goosebumps.

Aaron: "..." His hand itched to pull her ear.