𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 × 𝑫𝒖𝒂 | 27 × 20 ✧ A Soft Rom-Com with a painful past ✧ "See, husband," she said with a little shake of her head. "This should be the last time I see you drink like this." "If you dare to drink once more-" She gave me a mock-stern look, eyes twinkling as she trailed off, "I'll...kiss you hard." Her lips quirked into a smirk, and I felt my heart skip for a moment, stumbling over itself. Wait...wait, I stammered, barely keeping a grip on the words. Husband? kiss? and What...? I could feel my heart pounding, thundering against my ribs. "Get a grip on yourself, Aditya," I muttered under my breath. But her eyes sparkled as she took in my confusion. "Oh, don't look at me like that, husband," she teased, laughter glinting in her eyes. "You're making me want to kiss you right here and now." ✧ Welcome to an Epic, Unseen Tale of Love ✧ He doesn't remember her. He believes she's nothing more than a hallucination - a mere imagination playing by his mind. But she? She claims him. As if she owns his very soul. As if she's always been his, always will be. Is she a forgotten past, buried deep within the recesses of his mind? A haunting memory that refuses to let him go? Or a lie so convincing it blurs the line between truth and madness? Or is she the only truth he can't escape?

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.