"I will never marry you." I said in a low voice filled with venom. He moved close. His hands moved to my waist. His hold was firm. His face was so close that his nose touched mine. I shut my eyes tightly. "Stop being so difficult for once, Aanya." He whispered. "Let go of me, Hussein." I said and pushed him with all my might. Hussein didn't expect this from. He stumbled back but quickly balanced himself. I quickly moved away from him and was about go out when Hussein grabbed my elbow and roughly pulled me back. He pinned me to the wall and placed his lips on mine. He started to kiss me roughly. But this time I didn't give in. I didn't kiss him back. #12 in romance [7/5/2018] #11 in romance [9/5/2018] #8 in romance [10/5/2018] #10 in romance[12/5/2018]

#1 in Arranged Marriage #1 Society #1 in Pati #5 in Indian #1 in couple fight #2 in social norms When Gautam finally entered the hospital room, Nandini was lying on the bed, pale but awake. She looked at him as he approached, her eyes filled with exhaustion and something else-gratitude. "You didn't have to come," she murmured weakly. Gautam sat down beside her, reaching for her hand. "Of course, I did," he said softly. "Who else would?" Nandini blinked back tears, her fingers curling around his hand. They didn't say more, but in that silence, something shifted between them-a bridge over the hurt, a small step toward healing.