"Only you could consume my entire being and the thing is, I wanted you to." He held me, cherished me, destroyed me. Betrayal doesn't come from strangers-it comes from the one who swore to love you. Now I'm left with scars disguised as memories, torn between vengeance and surrender. Because loving him might be my greatest sin... but letting go might be impossible. How do you move on when your heart still belongs to the one who betrayed it? Sparks fly. Secrets stir. And the more they try to stay apart, the more their past threatens to burn through the walls they've built. Zaria swore she'd never fall for him again. Grey swore he never did. But hearts lie. And sometimes, the slowest burns leave the deepest scars. This is not a love story. It's a reckoning. Burn Me Slow Most Impressive Ranking # 167 new out of 197K stories Other Rankings # 1 captivating out of 1.13K stories # 353 funny out of 244K stories # 153 lies out of 58.3K stories # 9 flame out of 2.63K stories # 174 matureaudience out of 32.6K stories # 873 betrayal out of 143K stories # 135 wattpadromance out of 15.8K stories Thank you darlings for reading and showing love for my book

She didn't understand the concept of marriage....not Fully for her it meant that she will be safe and her parents wanted this ....so without much thought ,she agreed to marry ....without knowing what the relationship between husband and wife truly is. He always spoke against the injustice in the society...but now he's marrying a 15 year old girl ...he never thought that this will happen but he didn't have any choice..... It's an 80's based story and before coming to conclusions plz read the story

I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

He is 22 She is 18 Both tied in a bond called marriage.. She is a carefree princess but then she got married in a orthodox family.. She is talkative.. He is an arrogant introvert.. She is clumsy.. He wants everything perfect.. She is like a baby.. He is matured.. They are poles apart but how they get married 🙄🙄🙄😆😆😆 .. Let's see how will he handle his little bride.. Join me in this romantic roller coaster ride of manan.... This is the cutest story you can find in my profile.. A story full of love, affection care.. You can find a cutest monster and his chota packet..and their crazy love story.. His little bride can make him dance on her little fingers 😂 *Can be read as general fiction* Copyright © 2019 Alisha Ali All rights reserved.Publication of this Work to another site or forum without permission of author is strictly prohibited.. Copyright is a crime don't even try to copy my books because I won't backoff taking legal actions.. Started on November 18 2019 9:pm Ended on April 3 2022 9:pm

𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫 ᥫ᭡ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 Noor Chaturvedi (22) is a storm in human form-carefree, stubborn, and full of life. A final - year college student, she dreams of freedom, wants a love marriage and a guy who can handle her and her craziness But when her beloved Dadaji chooses a groom for her, saying no isn't an option. Rudraksh Veer Sinha (26) is a man of rules. An IPS officer who believes in discipline over emotions, he has spent his life following orders. When his father tells him to marry, he agrees-because duty always comes first. They are opposites in every way. She is chaos. He is control. She breaks rules. He enforces them. She follows her heart. He listens to logic. Now, bound in an arranged marriage neither of them wanted, Noor and Rudraksh find themselves on an unexpected journey. Will their clashing worlds push them apart, or will love find a way between fire and ice? ✧ ｡𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ｡✧ 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 × 𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 × 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper. She looks into my eyes, her own gaze searching, though I'm uncertain what for. Whatever she finds makes her sink down to the floor slowly with an unexpected kind of confidence, her gaze unwavering. "Take out my cock, Iris." Her breathing rapidly accelerates as she undoes my suit button in the middle of our bedroom, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she frees my cock. She looks up at me for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Does she think this is funny? "You warned me that you'd fuck my face if I ever smile at any other man, didn't you?" she asks, before slowly licking my cock from the tip to the base, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck. "Is that what you want, Nikolai?" ❝𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙭 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙧❞ She was engaged to the golden boy. Loved by his family. Protected by her brother. Promised to a future written in gold. But then she met him. Nikolai Blackwood was everything she wasn't supposed to want- her fiancé's older brother, her brother's best friend, the man with a stare sharp enough to ruin. Cold. Possessive. Unforgivable. He was the secret no one spoke about. The warning her fiancé whispered. And the moment he saw her, she became his obsession. Even if it meant betraying blood. Even if it meant burning everything. Because some men don't fall in love. They fall into possession.

This is a story of four brothers. The brothers who are ready to sacrifice their lives for each other in childhood but what will happen when they grow up and find their partners. Will their partners also understand their love for each other or Will they try to create conflict between them? It is a multicouple story. The story will involve brotherhood, bromance and romance at the same time.

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

Aarohi Sharma is a CSE student who is starting her seventh semester. While almost all her friends have gotten the idea of what they want to do, she still has not figured it out. She thinks this semester will also go dull like all other semesters. But to her surprise, a new person enters her life. Rushank Malhotra is what you call a beauty with brains. Having learned hacking since he was 14 and gotten his CEH when he was 16, man knows how to command a room with his skills and presence. Now, he's joined Aarohi's university as the new Advanced Cybersecurity professor. What happens when this young genius shakes up Aarohi's world? Can Rushank help her find the spark she's been missing? Or will their collision spark something neither of them saw coming? To know what happens read Aarohi: His Favourite Student ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©authorsamm