Dark Romance • Betrayal • Mafia • Obsession ❀❁❀❁✿✾✿ She wakes...not confused, not afraid. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous. The pitch-black room, the dying light above her, the cuffs around her wrists...none of it rattles her. She remembers enough. Enough to know this wasn't an accident. The door opens. And the man who once loved her like a religion walks in...the same man who destroyed her like a sin. He looks at her like he still owns her. She looks at him like he's already dead. Her voice cuts the silence, low and poisonous: "Was it you?" Not a question. A warning. Because this time, she isn't the one who's trapped. He is. ❀❁❀❁✿✾✿

𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖 𝙏𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖 𝙈𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙠𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖t𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙮𝙖 ___ "What if we worship the person so passionately madly crazily in love" Kehte hai pyaar mai log pagal ho jaate hai Magar Aviraj ka kissa thoda alag hai yeh Banda pagal bhi hota hai sath hi sath apne jiya ko worship karta hai "I'm marrying someone else" she said looking straight in his eyes firmly He chuckles darkly He took his predator steps toward her while she step back looking at him until she hit the wall He cage her between him and wall "Can you repeat the same line jiya" he whispered huskily caressing her lips looking at her intensely "I .m...ma..rrying...som..eone el..se" she said stammering as he roamed his fingers on her waist making circle pulling her more closer Seeing his effect on him He smirked and said ,"i haven't done yet see how much you are shivering being breathless when i touch you when I looked at you" he brings his face closer to hers - gazed her lips -she can feel his hot breath sending warmth to her lips She looked away and he made her looked at him glaring at her She said sternly "I'm going to marry someone else" looking at him He chuckled darkly and rub his nose on her cheeks softly she gasp and clutch his shirt in her small baby hands as he said ,"want me to fuck you and claim you? Infront of everyone If you want that then go marry" She glared at him and mumbled ,"shameless" "Only for you lilac and am serious" he winks and pulled her grabbing her neck in a hot dominant kiss

Nahi sambhla dil mere sambhale Ise kar daala tere hawale Tu mita de ya chahe bacha le Jaa ishq pe mere chala le apni marziyan ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ It was Katha Desai's first day at her new job. She knew it would be difficult - new faces, new responsibilities, no family name to fall back on. But difficult? No. It was a tragedy. Because fate, in its full cruel glory, had other plans for her. Why? Because she met him. Her childhood frenemy. The boy who once made it his life's mission to get on her nerves, like irritating her was a full-time job. They argued like cats and dogs, drove each other crazy, but when life threw problems their way, neither ever hesitated to help the other. They cared - they just never admitted it. And now... here they were. Under the same roof. In the same office. With the same old rivalry simmering between them. But this time, there was a twist. He wasn't just any colleague. He was her boss. Reyansh Gupta. CEO. The man everyone feared to question. Known for his mood swings, his sharp tongue, and his impossible standards. No secretary lasted more than a month under him - his grumpy face and cold attitude scared them away. But Katha wasn't the type to run. She had handled his drama before - as kids. Now, it was time to handle him again - as his secretary. The only question was... would their old hate finally turn into something else? Could they survive working together... without driving each other insane?

Musafah Rehman. Musafah Rehman is a vibrant burst of energy in any room she enters. She's strikingly pretty, the kind of beauty that turns head. She is the kind of girl who lives with kindness, dreams boldly with humility, and brings colours to the dullest days. She has the loveliest parents and a supportive brother who made her the woman she is today. Full of confidence, kindness and strong. Maaz Ali. Maaz Ali is a tall sharp featured young man who's presence commands quiet attention. He carries a mystery of air wherever he goes. His silence isn't shyness but calculation. He speaks only when necessary and when he does every word is deliberate and exact. Emotionally guarded, Maaz has put his walls so high even he forgets why he put them up. His cold, distant nature steps from growing up with his parents, present in name but never in love. Cold in appearance yet never cruel. He moves through life like a lone wolf-calculated, composed and always ten steps ahead. One thing he surely learnt from his parents is that affection is unreliable and trust is dangerous. What happens when Maaz Ali and Musafah Rehman are arrange to marry eachother? Will they be able to make this marriage work out? What will be the circumstances of this marriage? Read the story to find out.