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You and Me | ✓ by sreeeshaa
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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? •••
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲  by authormahek
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"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆。 °✩ "Hold on a little, we'll be home soon!" she reassured him, Brushing his front hair back with her palm in a soothing manner and kissing his forehead softly. He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet comforting scent. "I'm home. " He whispered against her neck. ⋆⭒˚。⋆₊ ⊹ 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐡 : He's the king of his own realm, his spirit is untamed and his boundaries nonexistent. Rules and regulations mean nothing to him as he craves his own path. He effortlessly acquires everything he desires for. The mere thought of someone daring to refuse him sends a surge of fury coursing through his veins. His anger knows no bounds. He is the typical player, the handsome bad boy. 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐦 : In the realm of her dreams and aspirations, she comes to London for studying in her dream university. Her eyes sparkling with determination and her heart has an unwavering spirit of becoming a designer. She is a delicate flower, swaying with the gentlest breeze, yet her strength is unyielding. She is beautiful, she is bold, she is fierce.