彡★ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 彡★ ╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 ┍━━━━━»- » 🌺 «- «━━━━━┑    𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼:    𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 ┕━━━━━»- » 🌺 «- «━━━━━┙ Arya... a soul so pure it felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. Sweet,always understanding - the rare sort who could look into the darkest heart and believe it could change. She never judged, always seeing hope in the harshest places. From her first breath, Arya learned what the world wanted from her. Not love, not care, just destruction. "𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒" "𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟" "𝑑𝑖𝑒" Said by people who always saw her as nothing. But softness didn't mean she had no scars. Some were on her body - faint lines left behind by pain. Others stayed hidden deep within, whispering in the night. Things were done to her no child should bear, Words more like curses, meant to crush her worth. Her past was always a mystery. When asked, Arya never shared, as if secrets waited beneath her silence, as if she wished to speak but couldn't. Then her world changed. To those who feared him, it was fate's cruel way. Ranveer Malhotra - his name made dangerous men shiver - brought Arya home.He was a shadow king, underworld's ruler. But to Arya, he was papa. With him came six brothers, storms who would tear the sky if she was hurt. They loved her by heart,same goes to uncle naren who thought her as his own daughter. ......... - ❤️𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀❤️

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♥︎♥︎♡♡ "𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒚𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. "𝒀𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. "𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒊𝒇 𝒌𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

'' Legends says if you can't fall asleep means that you are awake in someone's dream" she said while looking directly into his eyes he has the purest eyes she has ever seen. ''That is why you can't fall asleep for months cause you were awake in my dreams."he replied with a soft smile spreading on his lips. ............ . . . . . . 💫TROPES💫 ➡️Krisha and Rajvansh ▪️Love at first sight ▪️He fell first, he fell harder ▪️Always ready to fight x cool and calm never wants to fight with anyone ▪️Gane sune Bina neend nahi aati x use dekh kar sukoon milta hai ➡️ Khushi and shreyas ▪️childhood sweethearts ▪️Friends to lovers ▪️She fell first, she fell harder ▪️Pyar bharosa hai x pyar tabahi hai ➡️ Shreya and Shikhar ▪️ Ameer baap ki sudhri hui aulaad x Ameer maa ki sanskari aulaad ▪️ High school lovers ▪️He fell first and both fell harder ▪️Love after getting insulted . . . . . . . Let's dive into purity of love In the world of rajvansh and krisha. Shreya and shikhar Khushi and shreyas ............. Finding the true meaning of love , friendship , care , fear of losing someone special and feeling of being loved from someone.

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊>>> ᴠᴇᴇʀᴀɴsʜ × sɪᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴠᴇᴇʀᴀɴsʜ sɪɴɢʜᴀɴɪᴀ❦ A ruthless mafia boss, veiled as a cafe owner, is a monster no one can tame- until a melody walks into his life unexpectedly. ꜱɪᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴍᴇʜʀᴀ❦ A singer who paints color into every black-and-white life. In short, she is an angel loved by everyone-until she unexpectedly falls for a cute guy hiding a monster within. But can she tame him? If you're looking for the cute guy with whom you shared a fleeting glance at Ganesh Chaturthi-this story is for you>>>❥

RATHOD'S - the name which can make anyone kneel in front of them. manish rathod ,father of 4 children but is unknown of the 4th one who is youngest as well as his daughter.he never shows mercy to his enemies,a cold hearted businessman in front of the legal world but a merciless mafia king in the underworld. manish has 3 sons ,each of them is a threat in their own way but what will happen when a 14 year old will make a entry in their life . will they show any mercy to this little soul ? will they be able to give the love and care she deserves? let's start a new journey 😉 (my first story on Wattpad too🫠🫠) Instagram link - https://www.instagram.com/write_r7985?igsh=MWRiOTN4Yjl2bW5iMQ==

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."