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Silk and Soil by ficuniverse_00
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YUG AHLAWAT Yug Ahlawat, a 22-year-old man. A businessman? A mafia? A politician? Nope, he's a common man. Life has never been kind to him since the day he was born. He has no family, no one to call his own. But he isn't someone who gives up easily. He possesses every skill that sets him apart from the rest. Cold-colder than ice because he has seen the cruelty of the world. But even ice melts. His lifeless heart begins to beat again when he sees her. Still, he believes he's not lucky enough to deserve her. What he doesn't know is, destiny has other plans. Let's see how his life changes. PRISHA SINGHANIA Prisha Singhania, a 21-year-old girl from a wealthy family. A family with just a few members, none of whom she can truly open up to. People call her a spoiled brat. But those who really know her (if there were any) would say she's an angel. Sadly, she has no close friends, no one she can trust because everyone seems to want her for her money and she hates that. She loves a man with all her heart, unaware of how drastically her life is about to change.
πŽπ›π¬πžπ¬π¬π’π―πžπ₯𝐲 𝐌𝐒𝐧𝐞||πŸπŸ–+ by shreens_galaxy
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#1 π–Žπ–“ 'π•·π–Šπ–™π–π–†π–‘ π•Ίπ–‡π–˜π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Žπ–”π–“' π–˜π–Šπ–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ βœ§βœΏπ–π‘πžπ§ πŽπ›π¬πžπ¬π¬π’π¨π§ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐒𝐧𝐠π₯𝐞 π₯𝐒𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 π›πžπœπ¨π¦πžπ¬ π‹πžπ­π‘πšπ₯✿✧ I stood still in front of the mirror trying to accept the fact I saw just sometimes. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. DEVASTATED and BETRAYED. Suddenly, the door of the room opened and slammed shut. I looked at his reflection from the mirror and wiped off my tears hurriedly before shoving the card inside one of the drawers, not wanting him to know about it. He came and hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Reality dawned upon me and fear crawled up on each and every ounce of my skin. Sweat buds formed on my forehead and neck as I looked at him staring at me intensely from the mirror. His gaze was filled with desire. He turned me towards him by holding my waist gently and sealed our lips in a soft and gentle kiss. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears which were ready to spill out anytime feeling disgusted with his touch. At that moment of helplessness, all I was praying to God was 'please god let it be a dream where I'll wake up beside the love of my life, my Rann' but the saddest reality is it's not. "My Rann is a ruthless killer. He is a Devil with whom I got married."
Brutally Yours by anshiik2
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"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 πŸπŸ–+ | Romantic-Thriller
𝐓𝐇𝐄 πƒπ€π‘πŠ πŽππ’π„π’π’πˆπŽπ |18+| by theywritetheirdesire
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π„π¬π‘πšπšπ§ 𝐒𝐒𝐧𝐠𝐑 π’π‘πžπ€π‘πšπ°πšπ­ 𝐱 π€π«π’π²πšπ§π§πš 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 While I was convinced that I owned this game, my wife stood by me in her 6 inch-high heels, screaming that she, too, owned it. A story in which the female lead is as lethal as the male lead. She used to have feelings for her older brother's best friend. She expresses her feelings to him, but he rejects her, calling her a kid. Five years later, she is no longer the 'kid' he rejected; instead, she is one of India's most powerful businesswoman. He is a filthy-rich heir, and she is a wealthy heiress. He believes that love does not exist, yet her love for him has become an obsession. Thus she can go to any length to win him. They sign a marriage contract not because he loves her, but because he wants to use her to secure power. Hence all the exuberant lives of the couples feign in front of the public could be contrary in actuality. ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴑʜᴏ α΄‘α΄€Ι΄α΄›κœ± ɒᴇᴛ α΄‘ΙͺΚŸα΄…ΚŸΚ κœ°α΄œα΄„α΄‹α΄‡α΄… ʙʏ α΄›Κœα΄‡ΙͺΚ€ α΄„ΚœΙͺΚŸα΄…Κœα΄α΄α΄… α΄„Κ€α΄œκœ±Κœ ᴑʜᴏ Ιͺꜱ α΄€ΚŸκœ±α΄ α΄›Κœα΄‡ΙͺΚ€ α΄‡ΚŸα΄…α΄‡Κ€ Κ™Κ€α΄α΄›Κœα΄‡Κ€'ꜱ Κ™α΄‡κœ±α΄› κœ°Κ€Ιͺᴇɴᴅ.
Khwaab~ The Rawal's Forbidden Bride  by destinywriterr
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I never intended to become entangled in their politics, let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have from a foreign land. He was captured by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage. Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a something, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he made me falter. Why? His eyes. Deep, dangerous, and impenetrable eyes. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Dark and destructible. And when it came, we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love.