Dhar

Yuvraj

24 year old Aeon Bakar is the rebellious, reckless and distrusted black sheep of the powerful Elrods family. His family are the strongest and most prominent in the city and beyond. The problem though is that they were utterly perfect. But Aeon was not. He wanted to gain approval from his family like his twin brother but that seemed impossible because he was always getting into trouble. He even got Ivin killed. This bad boy gets into a mess with someone he really shouldn't have offended and his life is threatened. However, what he doesn't plan is crashing a marriage ceremony and getting married to a complete stranger while trying to hide from the men after him. When 22 year old Mira Dhar of the Das family, his new wife refuses to leave him and joins him on the run, she does not see the new world she has been married into. Nor does she expect the tempests that are fated to come.

“9… 8…. 7… 6…. 5…. 4…. 3…. 2… 1!” She stepped forward. Throwing a “SEE YOU IN A FEW HOURS!” in the loudest voice she could manage towards the pilot, she ran towards the edge and jumped, unaware of what a big, fat lie those words would turn out to be. — — — Samaya Dhar, codename Maya, was a Special Agent of the Third Eye Agency, an intelligence agency that operates worldwide to ensure peace and order, no matter the means. On a mission, she finds herself transported to a strange and unfamiliar world. First order of things. Steal some appropriate clothes. Second order of things. Find out where you are. Third order of things. Try to find …. Wait, is that a half-dead child in the alleyway? What the heck? The boy looks on the verge of death. She cannot bring herself to leave the child alone. It’s fine. She will still find a way back. She will still go back home. She will just take the little bun with her. Or so she thought until the little bun caught the eyes of some very important people. Turns out, the little bun is a Prince. And his father wants him at the Palace. But hell would freeze over before Sanaya let anyone take her child from her. This is the story of a woman who is just trying to protect her found family while looking for a way home and ends up being entangled in a big web of politics, harem intrigue, assassination plots, and one infuriating man who is at the center of it all. ------ Weekly Updates. New Chapter every Friday/Saturday. GMT + 6:00

I am a blogger. I write on various blogs (Station Blog, Civilization Blog, New Age Blog, Women's Chapter, Women's Blog, Somewhere In Blog) for women's rights under different names (not in my own name), for minority rights and for human rights around the world.And former co-literary editor of "Retirement Cultural Group Chittagong". In 2011, a self-written book of poetry was published at the Bengali Cultural Book Fair.

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Qeybtii 2 aad. Sheekadii kirishbooyga, iyo safarkii kululaa. Aniga ma aha qofka gaadhiga oo dhan qabsaday, ee gaadhiga ayaan shanteenna ina wada deeqayn. Shandadda ha laga tago, dhar waxa aad ka iibsan doontaa magaalada aynnu u soconnee." "Ma dhici karto." Markii uu yidhi ayaa aan baabuurka ka degay oo aan daaqadda baabuurka istaagay. "Go'aan gaadh, Maxamed, waa kuleyl halkani, oo ma taagnaan kare e'." "Haye," intuu yidhi ayuu i soo eegay "Haye, dhabtayda ku soo fadhiiso." "Maxamed, waa safar shan saacadood ah meesha aan u soconnaa," aabbihiis ayaa yidhi. "Waan ogahay, laakiin hooyo aad uma cusla. Maxaad ka leedahay arrinkaas, hooyo. Ma dhib baad u aragta haddaad dhabteyda ku fadhiisato?" "Haye, waan ku fadhiisan dhabtaada. Laakiin haddii aad daasho ogow baabuurku uma istaagi doono in aad nasato." Ayaan ku idhi, ninkeyga xaggiisa ayaa aan eegay. Wuu igu raacay. "Haye, aan biyo isku soo shubo ee in yar i suga, alaabtii aan xidhxidhayay ayaa aan ku dhididday." Qubeyskeygu waqti dheer igu muu qaadan. Mar haddii aan inankeyga dhabtiisa shan saacadood ku fadhinayo, waxa aan rabaa in aan gashto dhar raaxo leh oo aanu dhibsan. Daladdu naqaska ayay ku dhejineysa, sidoo kale waa kuleyl oo la ma qaadan karo. Waxaan baadhbaadhay dharkeygii. Sidaan u baadhbaadhayay waxa aan helay dirac khafiifa. Gacmihiisuna waaweyn yihiin. Markii aan gashtay ayaa aan arkey kiishaligeyga oo muuqda, maxaa yeeley kiishaliga midabkiisa ayaa caddaa. Diriciiban iska saaray, kiishaligiina waan raaciyey. Diricii oo keliya ayaa aan dib u gashtay oo aan muraayad isku eegay. “Runtii umaba baahni kiishali, xataa labo iyo soddon jirkeygii weli naasahaygu waa taagan yihiin. Shalmad uunban huwan. Nigis yar oo khafiifana waa aan gashan.” Ayaa aan is idhi. Anigoo weli muraayaddii hortaagan ayaa aan nafteyda ku idhi. "Hooyo wiil afar iyo toban jira dhashay, uma eeki. Waa aan ogahay ninkeygu weli in uu jecel yahay sida aan u eekahay." Waxa aan maqlay hoonka gaadhiga.