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

Just Read it once. New chapter on every Saturday 9:00pm And then out of nowhere, my head which was bended on their feet abruptly raised high in air when I felt a Garland fell on me, raising my head made it fall right into my neck it was made of lotus- I could hear the bhajan playing in the background Radha Bina Krishna Nahin, Krishan bina nahin Radha. I looked to up Kanha as a smile broke out on my face-I tried to step slower but felt a pull, pulling me back, the Garland and then I realised that- that same garland was also had fallen into someone else neck, I turn my head towards that person but my eyes froze my heart. My heart started to beat. My life started to feel like a bird flying in sky. Like the peacock dancing in the rain. His eyes, had I seen them...bef..?-sharp and careful,then it hit me, sudden blackout that last it for if you second but it made my head start to pain, my hand were on my head to balance myself, and then I couldn't hold myself longer,I fell- over him and his hand where wrapped around my body as if the were useless since decades and were waiting just to hold me and breath my warmth again.

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.