❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
acche-acche chapters aayenge I swear, pakkaa wala promise. thanks for the patience 💋 And from chapter 4-17 is being posted on a wensite called rowllr by monday and 10% off if you buy in bulk🤭
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Aisa kyun kar hua, Jaanoon naa, main jaanoon naa
AMISHA
The bike screeched to a halt, its tyres protesting against the road, the sharp sound almost swallowed by the violent rush of wind tearing past us. The air rushed against my skin, stealing every breath before I could catch it. Somewhere behind us, the distant roar of two or three bikes still lingered, growing fainter but never disappearing completely, like a threat refusing to let go.
Everything around us blurred into streaks of darkness and scattered lights. The only thing that felt real was him.
Abhimanyu's chest was pressed firmly against my back, his warmth the only constant in the middle of the chaos.
The moment he had realized we were being followed, he hadn't wasted a second. He had pulled me forward until I was sitting on the fuel tank, completely enclosed within the circle of his arms. His broad frame shielded me from every angle, swallowing me so completely that, from a distance, it would have looked as though he was riding alone.
He wasn't just hiding me. He was protecting me.
"I won't let you get hurt, doll," he murmured close to my ear.
His voice was rough with adrenaline, yet there was an unexpected gentleness beneath it that settled the panic clawing at my chest. His warm breath brushed against my cheek, and despite everything happening around us, a shiver slipped down my spine.
I held onto those words, held onto him. Because fear had begun wrapping itself around my ribs, squeezing tighter with every passing second.
