𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 × 𝐀𝐯𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 He held my hand a little tighter just like his expression, as we continued to circle around the fire, taking the promises, we both knew, that we might fail to keep them. My vision kept playing with me but I walked, completed the circle and sat beside me, his hold was getting tighter and tighter as if I might disappear. And then came that part..... The mangalsutra and the red sindur The mantras echoed in the back as I felt the Vermillion fell on my nose, my vision going to the darkness. The mangalsutra tugged on my neck with gentle movements. But then I forced my eyes to see the light when I felt his breathe near my ear, I slowly turned my head in curiosity. And then he whispered, " Aaj se hum aapke or aap humari biwi ji". And that was the only think I heard and the only thing I saw, was his face behind that red veil before I slowly slipped into his life as his. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬? ❝ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨

Author note, I know it's cringe but it was written in 20245 or early 2025 From the ashes of ruin, their love was never meant to exist - yet it burned brighter than destiny itself. A forbidden obsession, a story of destruction and rebirth... where every ending is just the beginning of something far more dangerous. Elara hesitated but she gave him the space to enter inside his room. She stood against the door when he went inside and kept the tray of food on the bed. He looked towards the side but upon seeing no one, he turned. "Why are you standing there, little dove? Come on, let's feed your stomach. You might be starving yourself, my little human," He said while rolling his sleeves up. Elara's eyes widened upon seeing the veiny arms of his. The veins were like as if they were the roots of a plant. She went towards him as she put her hand on his arm-his big hand in her small hands. It felt like it was a tree standing in front of a small plant. She started poking the veins and just sat there saying nothing. He let her do everything because right now he just wanted to look at her, because after a long period he was able to look at her, he was able to feel her, he was able to be in the same air she was breathing, he was able to hear her breathing, and all those felt unreal to him, because even after all that had happened, he still doubted-do he really deserve her?

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (A/p It was written in 2024 and I know it's cringe.) 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚~ 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 . 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐥 ~ 🦋 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚 - 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲... 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

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𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬. Before I could even reply back, he pushed me into the room before closing the door tight and pinning me to the door. I looked towards him confused I tried to speak. Aap yeh kya....? But what happened made my soul shiver. I was too lost to even take a breath because all of this happened in microseconds and his lips caught mine. His lips kept moving over mine as if he was on some kind of drugs, My eyes widened. I was too froze to even say anything or do anything. His hands kept roaming over my waist as they started to make their way towards my blouse from the behind. His lips didn't felt like they were kissing mine instead it felt as if he was devouring me raw, he let his lips moving in need as if they were on fire. And I was too lost to even think anything other than his sweet torture. And after few whole second of eating me alive, letting the lips finally slip off me, he let go of my lips as if sensing that I was out of breath. "Zeher lag rhi hai aap, Jaanta nahin tha ki meri Dulhan Ban Ke aap Itni Khubsurat lagengi. " Oh gosh!!!!! What had gotten into him? One second he was a gentleman and now likes wild tiger. He started to lean towards me when his phone ran and I just stood there blushing really hard because the hook of my blouse had been undone by him when his hands were earlier roaming on my back while he was..... And damn I couldn't control that cheeky smile. If punishments are like this I think I would love having such punishments. "𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞

̶𝗔 ̶̶𝘀̶𝘁̶𝗼̶𝗿̶𝘆 ̶𝘁̶𝗵̶𝗮̶𝘁 ̶𝘄̶𝗮̶𝘀 ̶𝘄̶𝗿̶𝗶̶𝘁̶𝘁̶𝗲̶𝗻 ̶𝗶̶𝗻 ̶𝗯̶𝗹̶𝗼̶𝗼̶𝗱 ̶𝗮̶𝗻̶𝗱 ̶𝗲̶𝗻̶𝗱̶𝗲̶𝗱 ̶𝗶̶𝗻 ̶𝗹̶𝗼̶𝘃̶𝗲. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫 But then-she felt it. A presence. Her breath hitched. Fingers trembling, she gripped her blanket tighter. Sweat gathered at her brow. Footsteps. She slowly reached for the hardcover book beside her pillow-her only weapon. Then, with a surge of adrenaline, she turned around- Only to freeze. Standing before her was Abhimanyu. His eyes bloodshot, his hair tousled, lips drawn into something between rage and pain. "Abhimanyu..." she breathed, the book still suspended in her hand. He stepped forward, grabbed her arm roughly, and pulled her to him. His breath hit her cheek as he growled, "How dare you?" "What... what are you talking about?" she whispered, stunned. He smirked, a cruel edge playing at his lips. His hand moved to her hair, gripping it-not painfully, but possessively. "You like teasing me, don't you? Knowing what I'm capable of," he said, voice low. "But let me tell you something, sweetheart-after all that happened, not even your shadow is allowed to leave me." She gaped at him, confused and overwhelmed. "You're drunk again," she muttered, pushing at his chest. "This is entirely inappropriate. You're my ex-boss. Barging into my bedroom in the middle of the night-" "Ex-employee?" he echoed, his tone dark. "Paru, after I've tasted your lips, after I've heard your moans-do you really think this is about jobs and boundaries?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I've made up my mind. You're mine now. I'm not letting you go." Paru couldn't process the words. She pinched her arm to jolt herself out of what she assumed was a nightmare. But pain flared, and a soft yelp escaped her lips. This was real. He was real.

Update on every Wednesday. Two lands sworn to hate. Two souls destined to collide. She carries the blood of darkness - forbidden and feared. He was born of light - worshipped and untouchable. But when both are chosen by fate to enter the ancient Forbidden School, where power is sin and love is ruin, destiny begins to twist. Because the one thing more dangerous than their magic... is the pull between their hearts. I looked towards him who was now keeping his nose buried in a book umm..I tilted my head little to see which book he was reading, u mean of course I am not invading in his personal space or am I? Well doesn't matter....but I think he noticed as his lips curled down um...I mean Ohhhhh my lord-I felt awkward as I try to straighten- my lip tint fell off to the floor of train, I look towards him fluttered- who was now looking at me for the first time I wasted no time as I bended down but I felt another hand there that pick up that lip tint for me. His eyes-long eyelashes, brown eyes but sharp as if he knew everything or maybe dark hiding secrets which he don't know even existed. "Your blood." These words left his mouth as he lifted his hand to give me my tint, blood....like seriously what do you think of me that I will be carrying blood around like this-I mean I can if I want but I looked towards him truly shocked and trying to process everything although I didn't made it obvious for him to notice. "This is not blood this is a lip tint." These words left my mouth as he looked towards me, his lips curved downwards. I reached my eyebrow asking what was that if we need it to say something else also but you didn't I felt as a he was judging me!.... Me? Me! Judging. "What makes you think that I will carry a blood?"