Bound by Hatred (The Singham Bloodlines Book 2)
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
Bound by Hatred
[The Singham Bloodline Series]
by
MV Kasi
TABLE OF CONTENTS
DESCRIPTION
COPYRIGHT
FOREWORD by AUTHOR P.G.VAN
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
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DESCRIPTION
Sabitha Prajapati and Dev Singham grew up under vastly different circumstances.
Sabitha was the illegitimate daughter whose presence was barely tolerated in the Prajapati household while Dev was a privileged son born into the wealthy, powerful Singham family.
Sabitha ultimately rose up to lead the violent Prajapatis while Dev became a suave industrialist whose dating life included a constant string of beautiful celebrities.
The thing that bound them together was their tragic pasts which led to hatred towards each other. Their worlds collided when they were forced to work together for the sake of their people.
Between the constant battles to draw the first blood, will their bloodlust towards each other invoke something more? Find out in—Bound by Hatred.
Bound By Hatred
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COPYRIGHT © 2017 by MV Kasi
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
Disclaimer
This is a fictional romance story that transports you to a different world that has no restraints or boundaries. Please proceed with caution as the book contains violence and sexual content that is recommended for mature reading audiences with an open mind only!
FOREWORD by AUTHOR P.G.VAN
I have known MV Kasi for the past twenty years and we have gone from best friends to co-authors with The Singham Bloodlines series. Working together while building the characters was an extremely rewarding experience for both of us and we will cherish every moment we spent of pulling the series together for a very long time.
MV Kasi and I are best friends, but we are in no way like-minded when it comes to our writing style, and that worked perfectly for this story. Our writing styles complemented each other, bringing the best of both. I feel blessed that both of us have found our passion for writing and enjoy every minute we spend on our stories.
A story can only have so many variations, but it gains a life of its own when it is presented well.
Bound by Hatred is one such story that will take you deeper into the lives of the Singhams and MV Kasi did an excellent job of portraying the emotions of the characters to give the readers the experience they crave.
All the best to MV Kasi!!
P.G.VAN
CHAPTER 1
Dev Singham took a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand and blew out smoke rings into the fragrant air above. The air smelled of wild roses that grew in abundance around the area.
He was standing next to a cottage by the scenic Singham Lake that separated the Singham, Prajapati and Senani provinces. Apart from the sounds of birds and insects chirping, it was entirely quiet and peaceful. Even the horse he had ridden was quietly grazing near a patch of wildflowers where he had tied it to a tree.
Dev knew his grandmother and brother would be upset to know he had come on his own without any security guards tagging along.
He was almost twenty and he was sick of being so sheltered from everything going on around him. He wasn’t ignorant of the danger or even the past that led to the danger, but he was confident enough to know he could protect himself in case of an attack.
He knew how to shoot and even fight without weapons. He had been training since he was a child. Even though it was difficult to find trainers in London who allowed a twelve-year-old to learn how to shoot or box; with the right kind of influence and sweet talk, he was able to convince a few underground street fighters to teach him to defend himself.
Until he had begun to learn boxing, he used to get into a lot of trouble at boarding school. If anyone dared to tease him or talk trash about his brother, he had used that opportunity to get his aggression out. And for that reason, even though Abhay had found out about his underground fighting, he didn’t put a stop to it. His planned and disciplined fighting had significantly reduced the number of complaints from school.
Although London was a major part of his life, Dev knew he belonged in
his ancestral home—the Singham Estate—where several of his other ancestors dedicated their lives to developing the province. The most compelling reason why he wanted to move back was his grandmother, Devasena. She currently lived in the Singham Mansion by herself. Dev was named after her and even looked very similar to her. Apart from Abhay, she was the only family Dev had left.
Abhay was already planning his permanent move to India in a couple of years and Dev intended to do the same whether everyone agreed with that decision or not. To hell with higher studies. Life at Oxford was mostly booze and girls anyway with classes and exams thrown into the mix. He was doing well with business school to be able to graduate well ahead of schedule.
He had just taken another drag from the cigarette when he heard rustling in the trees. Immediately he grew alert. Throwing the cigarette down, he crushed it with his boot while he watched the dense trees surrounding a part of the lake.
He had only taken a couple of steps towards the trees to investigate, when he saw a girl rushing out into the clearing and running towards him.
He was about to reach for his gun, but he noticed the girl appeared unarmed.
As she got closer, he also noticed she was very pretty and quite young.
Not that young, he realized when she stood within a few feet of him. She appeared to be similar to his age.
“Well, hello there,” he said.
When she didn’t respond, he stopped checking out her tempting, curvy body and looked at her face. She appeared tense and fearful.
He gave himself a mental slap. He wasn’t supposed to check out or romantically associate himself with any of the local girls. Abhay had warned him about that not too long ago when he began seeing girls.
Until then, Dev had listened to his brother in almost everything. But the sweet, innocent face of the girl combined with a sinfully tempting body, sorely tested his restraint.
The distinctive golden tan of the girl with thick, dark and long eyelashes along with the full pink lips indicated she probably belonged to the settlers who had come to their provinces a few decades ago. The women among those settlers were exotic looking and beautiful. They were also highly coveted within the provinces, but unfortunately the settlers had very high moral codes that did not allow for any marriages or any kind of romantic association of outside their class.
However, Dev recalled that most of the settlers had green eyes or lighter eyes, but the girl in front of him didn’t. Which meant she probably wasn’t one of them. It also meant she wasn’t restricted with the high moral codes that would get her or him into trouble for simple flirting.
He decided to make an exception and flirt with her. It was just harmless fun.
“Hi, are you lost?” he asked with a smile. He had been told by a lot of his girlfriends that his smile was quite lethal. He believed them, since it had always worked for him in the past.
The smile didn’t seem to melt her. “Please… help me,” the girl begged, looking even more tensed.
“For a pretty girl like you, anything. What help do you need?” He admired her unusually beautiful eyes.
“We need a place to hide. My aunt’s men are after us. Please help!”
Dev frowned. “We? Who are we?”
“My… boyfriend and me. We need to hide right now. Please, help us,” she pleaded with tearful eyes.
Shit, she had a boyfriend. He was hugely disappointed about the fact. Pushing aside the feeling, he decided to be a gentleman and help a damsel in distress.
“You and your boyfriend can hide there,” he said, pointing at the small cottage by the lake. “There is a small room in the cellar that is hidden under the bed.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully. Then turning towards the trees, she called out. “Raghav. Come quickly!”
A nervous looking boy of similar age came out of hiding and stood next to the girl. Dev took them inside the small cottage his family owned, along with several others around the lake.
The boy huddled close to her, waiting while the girl went into the secret hideaway first and gave him the clearance. Only then did he go inside.
After the girl closed the opening, Dev pushed the bed back in its place.
What a waste. She could definitely do a lot better than the guy who needed her protection.
With that thought in his mind, Dev went out of the cottage.
He lit another cigarette and was smoking it when he heard the commotion. He saw a group of men coming out of the trees. Immediately, he put a hand into his pocket, touching the gun, in case it was needed this time.
None of the men pulled out a weapon and as they came closer, he saw the tense looks on their faces.
“Did you see a young girl around eighteen years, running away with a boy?” one of the men asked.
“Nope.”
The men tensed even more.
Dev wasn’t sure whether they were Prajapatis or Senanis. They hadn’t asked him either. All of them seemed preoccupied with trying to find the runaway couple.
“We would like to look inside the cottage,” one of the men said. “It’s very important that we find them as soon as possible.”
Dev shrugged. “Be my guests.”
The men returned within ten minutes after having searched the small cottage thoroughly.
They were about to leave, when Dev casually asked them. “Why are you searching for them?”
The men looked fearful. “The girl is Sabitha Prajapati, Harshvardhan Prajapati’s daughter and also one of the heiresses to the Prajapati Estate. Neelamma wants us to find her.”
Dev was about to take another puff from his cigarette when he completely froze.
Harshvardhan Prajapati.
The man who had brutally killed Dev’s mother, Arundhati Singham, leading to the temple massacre that also took the lives of Dev’s father, brother and many other innocent victims.
The girl, Sabitha Prajapati was the daughter of the murdering bastard.
Images flashed in his mind along with the smell of burning flesh overwhelming his senses.
Hate and bile rose as he recalled the pain and agony of losing both his parents and younger brother. All because of the Prajapati family. Especially Harshvardhan Prajapati.
“Have you looked under the bed?” Dev asked the men. “There is a small room hidden underneath.”
The men’s eyes lit up before they hurried back inside.
Less than ten minutes later, there were screams and sounds of struggle coming from the cottage.
“Let us go! Leave us alone!” the girl shouted as she was dragged out by two men. She was sobbing and struggling to escape their hold. Meanwhile, her boyfriend stood passively, looking terrified and resigned as one of the men held him.
The men stopped in front of Dev. “Thank you for telling us where they were. We are new to this place, but we heard death would be preferable to what would have happened to us if we hadn’t found them,” said one of the men.
The girl stopped struggling for a brief while and her eyes widened with comprehension as she looked at Dev.
“It was my greatest pleasure to help,” Dev answered grimly while puffing out smoke, his eyes locked on her shocked face.
A jeep came through the clearing and stopped in front of the cottage. A man jumped out and came running towards them. “What the fuck are you all doing on the Singham lands? Let’s get out before we are all killed!”
“Singham?” The man who had been speaking to Dev turned to him with a tensed look. “What is your name?” he asked.
“Dev Singham.”
Everyone visibly tensed. Dev knew he was taking a huge gamble when there were five Prajapatis against him.
“Shit, he is one of the Singhams. We can’t harm him, or Neelamma will order our executions.”
The men nodded at Dev grudgingly and walked away from the cottage to the jeep.
Just before the girl was pushed into the vehicle, she turned and looked at Dev with hate-filled eyes.
As their eye
s met, Dev felt a strange stillness settle over him. He had a strong premonition that Sabitha Prajapati was going to change his entire life.
Ignoring the illogical feeling, and keeping his eyes locked on hers, he blew another smoke ring into the air.
CHAPTER 2
SEVEN YEARS LATER…
Sabitha was at the dining table, having breakfast with her grandfather in the Prajapati Mansion. On a few rare mornings, when her grandfather was able to make it, she tried to spend an hour or so with him. She usually updated him with the general progress and events occurring within the Prajapati Estate and the province.
“… I think this will be good for all of us, Grandfather,” she told him softly.
As usual, her grandfather approved or disapproved with his eyes—the only way he had left to communicate. After the Singhams had shot and killed his wife, they had shot him several times in his back, badly damaging his spine and completely paralyzing him.
Sabitha was almost done with breakfast when she heard a huge antique clock on the wall strike seven. She dabbed her mouth with a clean napkin, and then snapping her fingers, she pointed a finger to her cup. One of the men, who hovered around the large dining table, jumped to attention and came towards her with a steaming pot. “M-madam. C-coffee,” he stammered.
She gave him a curt nod to go ahead, but the man was so nervous, his hands trembled and he spilled the coffee outside the cup and onto the table.
“I-I’m so s-sorry, m-madam,” he said with fear-widened eyes.
Sabitha frowned at the mess, especially at the few drops that had spilled on her dress from the table.
The man began to clumsily dab the spilled coffee with a napkin, making it an even bigger mess. “P-please. Don’t k-kill me. I’m so s-sorry, m-madam.”
Sabitha gave him a narrow-eyed look. “Get this fool out of here,” she ordered softly.
Two men appeared next to the table and escorted the loud, sobbing man out of the dining hall.
“Who was that, Dhruv?” she asked the man standing right behind her during the time she was having breakfast. Dhruv was her bodyguard and as well as her personal assistant.
“New recruit, madam. I’ll make sure he’s not allowed inside the household until he’s ready.”