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Whispers of desire by itsmehaadiya
itsmehaadiya
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She was sold on the night she turned eighteen. He wasn't supposed to be there. And he wasn't supposed to choose her. But he did. He didn't touch her. He didn't ask her name. He only made one promise before he walked away And that promise changed everything. He was the country's most reckless heir. She was a girl no one wanted. What began in silence turned into an obsession. And in the middle of it all One broken girl. One ruined boy. And a love the world wasn't ready for. 'WHISPERS OF DESIRE-Finding purity in the ashes of sin'
Beneath His Silence.  by DeeCraftWords
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Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.
A Drop Of Petrichor [Complete] by AimmyB
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Sometimes all the parched valley of heart needs is a drop of Petrichor. Noor Fatimah hasn't had it easy but still she faces every obstacle in her life with a smile on her face and a firm faith in her heart. When circumstances shake the very base of her being , she comes across the worst nightmare of her life. But in all this her feet stumble upon a confusion she can't seem to understand. A confusion named Rayyan Ahmed Khan. He's cynical. He's a bad news. And he questions everything she's always believed in. Two very different people from two very different worlds cross paths. One is determined to get out of the dark shadows looming over her while the other cherish the darkness he's living from within. Can she be the drop of petrichor he needs? Or will he be the storm she's hell bent on avoiding. And will love have a role to play here? Highest Rank: 2 in Spiritual Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019
Bowled Over By The Broken by HopesPrayersNSmiles
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No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.