Atharv♥️Aadyaa ~~~~~~~~ A Romantic couple chases the world and steps forward to transform it into heaven. Not the world but their village A small step till the significant one ~~~~~~~~ "Atharv tum sun bhi rahe ho ya nahi. Tum Ghar ki izzat aur laj ko bina ghoonghat aur saree ke skirt aur top mein school bhejna chahte ho. Is ladki ko tum padhana chahte ho. Aur poore gaon mein Bina ghoonghat ke ghoomana chahte ho. Dekh lena tumhara muh kala karegi ye. Dimaag kharab kar liya hain kya tunne. Is ladki ne pata nahi tujhe pe konsa kala jaadu kar diya." (Atharv are you still listening or not. You want to send her to school without any respect and in a skirt and top, without disrespecting the dignity and modesty of the house. You want to teach this girl. She has done black magic on you.) ~~~~~~~~

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

He left her waiting for two years. No love. No goodbye. Not even a glance back. Now he's back to claim what's his. Lyra thought she could outrun the shadows - but some cages aren't built with walls. They're built with silence... and she never learned how to break free.

His lips also twitched seeing her smile. It was as if the angel descend down from heaven itself. He went to the door sipping his coffee and went outside not before whispering "Soon angel." __________________________________________ ARSHITA KAPOOR She was everything an angel would be. Beautiful, kind, sweet, loving, smart, innocent and what no more. ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE While he was everything a devil would be cold, ruthless, dominanting, rude, arrogant and what no more. A story where the devil falls for the angel. Read the story to find how the sparks flow between these two and a love story forms. (If you're looking for a story with no drama. Then it's for you.) TW: Mention of ED and panic attacks. ♡

... An Indian heart warming love story "To anyone who wants to feel butterflies" _____________________ Alert: - This book contain mature content. Only proceed further if you are comfortable. - All characters and places are fictional in this story. Everything is based on my imagination. - I am also a reader on Wattpad so you may find some similar words or seens but they are going to be purely coincidental.

A love so pure A love so sweet A love so true A love so innocent A love so cute A love so strong A love between a father and a daughter Don't copy my work . Plagiarism is a crime .

Genre : Romance✨ After being left at altar unavoidable circumstances arise & an unwilling marriage is the result...that too with a boy who happens to be younger than her & by chance both hate each other to core. Will the reverse age gap add fuel to their marriage & let it survive or will the marriage succumb in ashes? For more book trailer & more details go to my Instagram - Writer_qanb Copyright © QueenAnB #5✨on Pakistan out of 72.6K stories (6/05/22)

Its a manan fanfiction. How a 15yr old boy found a new born baby and fell in love with her a first sight.

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.