Story of bihar ✨

He was iron and ice - A storm in uniform, Duty etched into every breath, A man sculpted by warzones and wounds no one dared to ask about. She was springtime and stardust - Soft laughter in sunlit halls, Dreams tucked between notebooks and a heart untouched by the world's sharp edges. He saw her - once. And the world, so long silenced by sirens and gunfire, began to hum again. He fell first. Not gently, But like a building set to detonate - Loud. Final. Without warning. She fell, too - Slower, But deeper. Into the silence between his words, Into the heat behind his fury, Into the broken boy hiding beneath the badge. Their love? It wasn't flowers and confession's. It was clenched jaws and trembling hands, Arguments that ended in whispered apologies, And touches that spoke of longing and ruin. He loved her like a secret he'd kill to protect. She loved him like a prayer she wasn't sure would be answered. And when they fell - They fell like stars crashing to earth: Brilliant. Beautiful. And irreversible.

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

Isha's wedding day was meant to be a celebration, a transition into a new chapter of her life. Instead, it became a desperate escape. Trapped in an arranged marriage to a man she barely knew, a man whose reputation whispered of coldness and cruelty, Isha makes a daring run for freedom. But her flight takes an unexpected turn when she collides with Rudra, a face that flickers at the edge of her memory-a man with dark eyes, a dangerous aura, and a claim that sends shivers down her spine: "𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎" Whisked away to a crumbling haveli nestled deep in the Rajasthan desert, Isha finds herself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. Fear wars with a strange, undeniable attraction to her captor. Rudra, enigmatic and possessive, offers no explanations, only cryptic pronouncements about protecting her from a greater danger. As Isha pieces together fragments of her past and uncovers the truth about Rudra's motives, she realizes that her escape has led her into a world far more perilous than the one she left behind. In the heart of India, amidst ancient secrets and simmering tensions. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞: 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

BOOK 1 OF #HOPE SERIES Ahana, a girl who longed for nothing but love. Deprived of it by the very people meant to give it, she ventured into the world searching for the warmth she was denied, only to end up meeting with betrayal and ruin. Aastik - A mercilessly tycon by day and the darkest nightmare in someone's life by night. A man who found peace in the shadows because LOVE was a luxury he was never meant to have. Love was something they never believed in. He never searched for it, and she never trusted it. But life had its own plans... they didn't know what was written in their fate. In her eyes, he found a kind of peace he didn't know he needed. In his presence, she felt safe and seen, maybe for the first time. They weren't looking for love, yet it found them anyway. But healing isn't that easy, right? Sometimes scars run too deep to face and trauma has a way of coming back when you least expect it. Will their love be enough to hold them together or will their past tear them away?

" I can't ... I can't stay away from you jaan" He pressed the photo to his chest, "You think I will give up? That I will forget you?"His voice dropped to a dark whisper "No, Tara. You are not something I can lose." He kissed the photo's surface his lips trembling. "You do not get to decide for both of us. You are mine. Tum meri thi, hao .. aur rahogi." (You were mine, you are mine... and you'll always be mine.) He threw back the last of the alcohol, the bottle clinking against the wall and shattering into a thousand pieces. . . Story of dev and tara

Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love