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βœ”οΈŽπ’π­πžπ©π©π’π§π  𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐨 π€π«π«πšπ§π πž 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 by authorsunalii
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Are you looking for a cute romantic full of LOVE and a little bit of drama in a Arrange marriage? Here is your stop... Come with me to know how they fall in love and changes will it bring for them. Nirmaan Singh Rathore and SubΓ­ Chauhan are two completely different people. SubΓ­ is 23y/o and comes from a completely conservative and a stable class family, with all working jobs and conservative nature which leads to her introverted shy nature. She is a Teacher by profession and an Artist by passion. Whereas Nirmaan is 28, from a family completely opposite of SubΓ­'s. He is a CEO of SR group of Industries and eldest child of the family. Different worlds ,different backgrounds,different upbringing...still, fate decides to make them one. ------- He takes a step closer to her. His breath fanning on her ear. SubΓ­ tightens her grip on her sari on both sides. She shuts her eyes tight, her heart was running a marathon due to his proximity. "Ma...Maan!", she stutters when she felt cold fingers on her bare waist. "Kya hua, Biwi?, Abhi to maine kuch kiya bhi nahi" He says..giving a feathery kiss on the nape of her neck. She opens her eyes in shock when she realises what he was actually doing. "Maan, vapas dijiye,mujhe woh" She tried to get it back jumping as high as possible,while Maan was standing there with his arm raised with a smirk ,he was too tall for her. Maan ran around the room while SubΓ­ was trying to catch him jumping on the bed. And suddenly there was a big THUD!!! #1 - Indian marriage #1 - mature language #1 - Cute love story #1 - Hindi #2 - Comedy - Drama #2 - 2023
π’π‡πˆπƒπƒπ€π“- π’œ 𝓉𝒢𝓁ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ, π’«β„΄π“Œβ„―π“‡ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“…β„΄π“π’Ύπ“‰π’Ύπ’Έπ“ˆ by AuthorReyanka
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꧁ π— π˜‚π—Ήπ˜π—Άπ—°π—Όπ˜‚π—½π—Ήπ—²κ§‚ βΰΌ’π’πˆππ†π‡π€ππˆπ€ ΰΌ’βž The name itself signifies power and control. A family that is everyone's dream. A family that stands for unity and love. The synonym of a perfect family-but is this true? Are they truly a perfect family, or is it just a mirage? The three Singhania heirs: one is aggressive, another is ruthless, and the third is devilish. The three brothers are the perfect combination of destruction. If they can die for each other, they can also kill for each other. They love each other deeply, but do they love their wives? Will they realize their worth, or is it too late? The three Singhania daughters-in-law: one is calm, another is kind, and the third is mysterious. Three different women with different dreams and natures. Will they receive the love of their husbands? Can they survive in this enigmatic family where countless secrets are hidden?
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨π₯π₯𝐒𝐬𝐒𝐨𝐧 | 18+ by AuthorReyanka
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βπ€ππ―πšπ’π­ 𝐬𝐒𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐚 & 𝐌𝐒𝐀𝐬𝐑𝐚 π’π’π§π π‘πšπ§π’πšβž I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 π—Œπ—π–Ίπ—‡π–½π–Ίπ—…π—ˆπ—‡π–Ύ } | | Mature content 18+| |