Riyaj Tarki, since you couldn't love me from the beginning, why did the dream you gave me for so many years break in an instant?
He had noticed her. Against the light, his gaze was piercing, deep and unpredictable, and his warm heart felt astringent. He didn't even say hello, ignored her presence, and wanted to go upstairs, but his arm was tightly held by Riyaj. Hold tightly.
"Jiya Desai!"
"Let go!" Jiya trembled and waved away his hand. She still couldn't face Riyaj as usual, "Young Master Riyaj, this shabby little place cannot accommodate your giant Buddha."
"Mine. What do you think?"
Jiya sneered, "Being your... mistress?"
"You have a better choice?"
"RiyajTarki, you are really ridiculous. When I love you, you don't want to do it now. My father is in jail and we, mother and brother, are living on the street, but you act like a benefactor. It's really disgusting. Could it be that Young Master Riyaj is really in love with me?"
"Falling in love with you?" Riyaj said sarcastically. The corner of his lips curled up,
and his cold face became even more ruthless, "You are not qualified yet." Although she knew his thoughts and treated her coldly, Jiya wpas still hurt by these words, but her smile appeared on her face. She had been manipulated by Riyaj. If you have nothing, you can't even have no self-esteem.
"Young Master Riyaj, you really have unique taste. You actually want to fall in love with a woman who is not qualified to fall for you, and a bitch is not qualified enough to fall for you. Why can't you fall for a bitch?" Jiya Desai sneered at the corner of his lips. She didn't want to say another word to him and turned around. Then leave.
Riyaj Tarki was sulky and her warm temperament had always been soft and gentle, like a fresh lily. But after her twentieth birthday, her family changed overnight, and her whole body seemed to be covered with thorns.
The warmth of the past would not say such irritating and vicious words.
"Jiya, you have no choice, unless you want your dad to spend his whole life in prison."
Jiya's breath tightened, and she became angry and hit him in the face with her hand. Jiya held her hand tightly, and Jiya couldn't break away. , with angry eyes, Riyaj Tarki cold voice sounded, "Jiya, you should be more gentle and lovable."
"Let go of my sister." Jiya 's cousin sister veena, rushed over, holding a long wooden stick, and swung it at Riyaj Tarki regardless of JiyaDesai, Startled, Riyaj let her go and avoided Veena Desai 's wooden stick.
Veena had a stern look on her face, holding up the wooden stick, pulling Jiya back, protecting jiya like a hen protecting its chicks, "Get out!"
This little girl was free and taciturn, but very tough.