මේ ඕයි මන් තමුසෙට ආදරෙයි අහස තරම්

"අන්ධකාර ආත්මයක වියරු විලෝපය" Let's love a demonic soul❤️ Happy ending

"මන් දන්නෙ නැහැ,ලෝකෙට පේන්න ආදරේ කරන්න... මට ඕනේ එයාට දැනෙන්න ආදරේ කරන්න විතරයි... " VIKASH FERNANDO " ශාදි.. මට ඕන ආදරේ කරන්න, මේ ලොකේ තමුසේට වැඩියෙන්ම ආදරේ කරන කෙනා මම විතරක් වෙනකන් මට ආදරේ කරන්න ඕන !! " AKASH FERNANDO LOVE STORY 💗💐 STRAIGHT [ 2024.12.13 - 2025.07.05 ]

"ආක්ෂ අයියා මගේ ජීවිතෙට ආපූ දවසේ ඉදන් ආදරේ කියන හැගීම මං උපරිමේ වින්දා.ජීවිතේ ලස්සනම චැප්ටර් එක ඕපන් වුනේ එයා මගේ ජීවීතේට ආපූ දවසේ ඉදන්.නොදැනුවත්ව මගේ මූනේ මෙවෙලේ ඇදිච්ච ඒ සැහැල්ලූ හිනාව තමා ඒකට හොදම සාක්ෂිය"

First love .... Can it be the last love?

මැජික් කරන පිරිමි රූප, ඇහැ අගින් බලද්දී අදුරගන්න හරි ලේසියි!!!

+එක ආත්මෙකට විතරක් මගේ ආදරේ සීමා කරලා මගේ ආදරේ බාල්දු කරන්න මට බෑ සත්‍යා!! -දාහක් පිරිමි ඉස්සරහ මේ සත්‍යා නැටුවත් මං තියෙන හැම පියරවක්ම තියන්නේ ඔයාගේ නමේ තාලෙට යශ් මහත්තයෝ! 💫

Vedika x Abhimanyu She was mute, deaf, and handicapped-an orphan from a small village after her grandfather's death. But she was a strong-willed girl, never allowing anyone to put her down. When a man mocked her for being mute, she struck him with a vase. Just four days after her grandfather's death, she was married off to a man who saw her only as a responsibility. On their wedding night, he left her-and didn't return for six months. During that time, she lived in his house, treated as nothing more than a maid, working tirelessly. Why did he leave her on their first night? And what made him come back after six long months? And most of all-was Vedika really mute?

Ayah X Aaron "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐡," I pleaded, my voice hoarse from lack of sleep. My eyes burned, the result of two days without rest. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞." She stared at the floor blankly, avoiding my gaze. The room swirled around us, a dizzying mix of emotions too thick to breathe through. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache that had taken up residence in my skull. "Please, Mr. Russo, sign the divorce," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thudding of my heart. "Again, Mr. Russo?" I echoed, incredulous. What had happened to her? Why was she behaving like this? I rose from the couch, my legs shaky, and knelt in front of her. My knees hit the cold marble floor with a resounding thud. "Stop doing this to me. I can't live without you, please." I pleaded, not the ruthless mafia boss my enemies feared, but a man desperate to save his marriage. If my enemies saw me now, they would think the mighty Russell was dead, replaced by this broken shell of a man. Ayah shook her head, a lone tear escaping her eye and tracing a path down her cheek. It felt like a knife digging into my heart, each drop of her sorrow piercing me deeper. "Can't you understand? I don't want to live like this anymore," she yelled, her voice cracking under the weight of her anguish. I nodded, defeated. "Okay, I'm letting you go." With trembling hands, I signed the papers, each stroke of the pen feeling like a betrayal. Ayah took them, her fingers brushing mine for the last time, and walked out of the mansion. She left me alone in the vast hall, her figure fading into the distance as she climbed into the car and drove away. Gone. Everything was gone. My childhood sweetheart had left me. But she would be back. Soon. I would make it happen. © all rights reserved by Ayelet

Heart Series #3: A Broken Heart Meant to Heal Anvi Rajput, 19, was destined for a royal marriage-promised to a king as part of a long-standing alliance between families. But Anvi had other plans. In a moment of rebellion, she storms through her university corridors and drags her brother's best friend into an empty room-asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend, just to escape the marriage arranged for her. What starts as an act of defiance soon turns into something far more dangerous. She falls-deeply, emotionally, and unconditionally. Abayansh Chaudhary, 24, is no ordinary man. A brilliant neurologist by day... and a cold, calculating killer of criminals by night. A man who has never allowed himself to feel, never planned to let anyone close. Until Anvi. She crashes into his life like a storm-unexpected, uncontrollable, and impossible to ignore. What begins as an arrangement turns into obsession. Desire. Addiction. Lust. But love was never meant for someone like him. When Anvi breaks their engagement, he shatters her with cruel words- "It's fucking good to get rid of you." Breaking her... again and again. Five years later, when Anvi is ready to marry someone else-the man her father chose-Abayansh returns. Darker. More dangerous. More possessive. And this time... he doesn't ask. He takes. What happens when a broken love returns with vengeance? Can a heart destroyed so brutally... ever truly heal? Follow me on Instagram - @authorayewrites And on Rowllr for early updates.