it's my fourth story of pondphuwin and support this story too guyss... where a sweet and kind boy who treats everyone equally suffer because of his own family.... his parents traded him for their debts they can't afford to pay.... and Phuwin came one hell to another hell here he will suffer the most... because of a man who thinks poor people all are gold diggers... "And another thing," Pond continued, his gaze drifting over Phuwin's features with a flicker of old, buried resentment. "I don't like your eyes. They irritate me. So, whenever I see you, I will find a reason to punish you. Do you agree to that, too?". Phuwin nodded again, a tear slipping down his cheek and landing on Pond's hand which was tightened around his throat. Pond let go abruptly. Phuwin hit the grass with a dull thud, his body collapsing into a heap. pondphuwin Williamest

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

hello everyone...as your demand the love story between a sarpanch and buisness man is here. I hope you all enjoy it. Vinit Sharma became a Sarpanch too young, inheriting a village, a land dispute, and the deaths of parents who believed the system would protect them. Vaibhav Malhotra became powerful too early, building an empire on roads, contracts, and the belief that emotion is weakness. When development threatens to erase a village, and resistance threatens to collapse an empire, their lives collide-not in love, but in law. A marriage born from strategy. A village caught between survival and identity. In a world ruled by power, can humanity survive without becoming a weapon?