The Continuation of Shivoham & Chandni's Story.

With her eyes held down she entered the room. It smelled of him. Cigarettes and sex. Slowly she raised her eyelids from the ground and looked at him. He was sitting there proudly like a king with a glass of liquor in his hand and a winning smirk drew on his lips. A few men who were his friends and colleagues were sitting around him, looking at her wet figure with hungry eyes. However her eyes were threaded only to his. She was numb, with nothing in her mind, heart or soul. She was bare of every feeling. Raising her hand she untucked the edge of her saree which was saving her dignity till now but soon it was on the floor, leaving her only in her red blouse and petticoat which were sticking to her body like second skin. "Bechne aayi hu khud ko...kharidoge ?" "I am here to offer myself...will you take me ?" She said, her lips quivering not a bit as she stared deep into his dark hazel eyes. Shivoham smiled, rising on his feet. All the men went out of the room, closing the room behind them. With the same handsome smile on his lips Shivoham walked to her and stood in front of her half naked self. With his eyes he drank the sight of every inch of her body. However suddenly the smile of his lips dropped when he found her head partition filled with the color red. His eyes narrowed at the red colour on her head, he despises it the most. Taking out a white napkin from his blazer's pocket he pulled her to him, crashing her soft body to his chest. Chandni flinched but did not say anything. "Perfect. Now you are looking like my whore." Shivoham smiled, wiping every tint of the color red from her head. ...

Momin ki Dua : The believer's supplication / prayer. She was his everything, He was her many things. Her smile was his peace, His pain-she never could see. He broke just to build her dreams, She forgot what his silence means. She thought she was strong and smart, He knew her soft, innocent heart. He forgave her every wrong, She kept hurting him all along. She realized it when love had gone, He'd already left... and moved on. ************* I don't know how this description is guys, I just try to describe what this story about. But I will request you to just give it try. You won't be disappointed, I can assure you

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

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[COMPLETED] "I want to run away from everything." Something clicked around her wrist, and Hui Yin looked down in surprise as Lu Shen bound their wrists together with handcuffs. "If you want to run away, take me with you," he said, his eyes dark. She was bullied, tricked, made fun of, and even killed. She thought he loved her, but he easily exchanged her for another woman. She thought the people around her were good, but they were the ones who stabbed her in the back. She was stupid, foolish, and innocent. That girl was dead. And now, she was reborn. Highest Ranking: #1 romance #1 chinese #1 rebirth #1 faceslap #1 cheating #1 revenge [Previous title: Revenge Sevenfold]

"She was his mirage, a dream he could only chase. He was her living hell, a nightmare she could not escape." Layla Mustafa is the only girl in her family allowed to go to university. Belonging to a strict patriarchal background, Layla, the shy and suppressed girl, could only dream of falling in love. That was until she met Zaviyar Malik, the warmest man she had ever met. Layla loved Zaviyar. Zaviyar loved Layla. They were meant for each other. The equation should have been complete. A fated Happily Ever After. But they forgot to consider one factor. One dangerous factor..... 𝘘𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯. Qais who was just another name for the devil himself. He spilled blood like water. Killed like it was a hobby. But more than anything... he loved like it was a sin. Madly. Addictively. and Dangerously. One mistake is all it takes for Layla to fall into the hands of the devil. Layla was a lover, not a fighter. And Qais was a killer, not a lover. What happens when the roles are reversed? What happens when fate brings them together?

Jism ki nahi Rooh ki Mohabbat hai. " You are cheating on me," he said glaring at me. " Yes," I said. " What can you do" I taunt him. He pulled me closer. He showed me his phone there were our chats it in. " What if I send our love messages to your dad" he whispered in my ear and my face turned pale. " You can't do this" " I can do anything baby" he smirked. _________________________ " How can you talk to him like that" I shouted and raise my hand to slap him. He grips my hand and slapped me. " My mom doesn't slap me till now, who are you to do this" I looked at him shocked. _________________________ " How can you marry someone else" he shouted my hair is in his fist. " Mohobbat ho gayi thi tumse" he shouted leaving me with a jerk. I longed for him to say this to me. " But you proved it you do not deserve this," he said taking his steps backwards. " I wish you tried to understand me for once," I said cryingly. _________________________ There are just three scenes of the story so don't judge the book by it. There are so many things in the book. This story has everything in it from love to hate, loyal to cheat, suspense to romance, jealousy to trust, a mystery to obviousness etc. It's a story of a girl who loves someone more than herself. Ek ladki ki dewangi ki dastaan ha....... All the pictures that are used are from Pinterest belongs to their rightful owners.

What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys." "Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry. "Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.

Isabelle Grace, a beautiful and innocent girl stepped into one of the top university with dreams of living a better future. Alexander Luca Romano, the rebellious bad boy of the university, with a dangerous aura and charming looks, a playboy who loves to toy with girl's and then throw them away. What will happen When Alexander's dark gaze locks onto Isabelle's innocence, a dangerous desire stirs within him. He becomes consumed by the need to possess her, cage her and claim her as his own. Will Isabelle break free from the cage of Alexander's obsession and find true love, or will she be trapped in a life of suffering? Trigger warning:- 18+ content, violence, abuse, forced relationship, smut.