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NOOR:His Unchosen Bride  by anuuwritesss
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⋆.𐙚 ̊"𝐀𝐀𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐏 𝐉𝐀𝐓𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐀.." Noor Sharma was never meant to be the bride. Quiet, introverted, and used to being overlooked, Noor has always lived a life where her presence barely mattered. But one unexpected moment changes everything-when the real bride disappears, Noor is forced to take her place and marry a man she has never even spoken to. Rivan Singh Ranawat didn't want this marriage. He didn't choose her. And he makes sure she knows it. Cold, strict, and used to control, Rivan accepts the wedding only to protect his reputation-treating Noor as nothing more than an unwanted responsibility. To him, she is temporary... a mistake that will be corrected. But Noor doesn't argue. She doesn't demand. She doesn't even try to change his mind. And that's exactly what unsettles him. Because in a world full of pretence, Noor's silence is real. Her innocence is real. And the way she quietly accepts everything... begins to affect him more than it should. What starts as indifference slowly turns into attention, attention into protectiveness... and before Rivan can even realize it- he's already fallen. The only problem? He's a man who doesn't believe in love... and she's a girl who would never ask for it. Because sometimes, the one you never choose... becomes the one you can't live without.
𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐇 ✓ by siyaawritez
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˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.