Hefeltharder Stories

Gwen nie miała zamiaru znowu go widzieć. Nie po tym, co zrobił. Nie, kiedy jego rodzina zrujnowała jej. Ale Max Hadley - złoty chłopak wybrzeża, jej pierwsza miłość i najgorszy błąd - zjawia się pod jej drzwiami z prośbą, której nie powinna nawet rozważać: "Nakręć mój film ślubny." Ma być profesjonalnie. Ma trzymać dystans. Tylko że Gwen zna Maxa zbyt dobrze, by uwierzyć, że chodzi mu tylko o kamerę. I Max zna Gwen zbyt dobrze, by nie wiedzieć, że nie zapomniała. Bo niektóre historie nie kończą się po ostatnim pocałunku. Niektóre wspomnienia nie bledną. A niektórych chłopaków po prostu się nie zapomina - nawet jeśli mają stanąć na ślubnym kobiercu z kimś innym.

Some love doesn't know when to let go. She thought love meant safety. He thought love meant possession. It started with small things - the way he stood too close, the way his hand lingered a second too long, the way he noticed every habit she didn't realize she had. He didn't cage her. He didn't control her. He just held on. Too tight. And the more she tried to pull away, the more intense he became - quieter, darker, more deliberate. Until one night, she realized something terrifying: He wasn't afraid of losing her. He was afraid of who she'd become without him. Now she has a choice - Stay where it's suffocating but familiar. Or cut the ties and see if he survives the fall. Because some love protects. And some love refuses to loosen its grip.

VISWANANDHAN ROY...!! He was a pure-blooded Marathi Mulga, Born with silver spoon and "He stepped up as CEO to run the family empire -and he ran it like a boss." he never wanted to inherit a criminal underworld. Yet, destiny had a twisted plan. Thrust into the CEO's chair of his family's empire, he was forced to rule the streets as a ruthless mafia king. Standing at an intimidating 6'4", he is 29 possessed a striking contrast of fair skin, rich brown eyes, and dark, brooding hair. He wore permanent mask of cold indifference, To the world, he was a stone-cold devil-a ruthless force to his enemies and an icy stranger to outsiders. But to his family, he was responsible and protective. And to his best friend?(Her cousin brother) He was simply"pookie." She was the only one who saw through the ruthless exterior, the only one who held the key to every single shade of his personality. DHASKVI SALANGLA...!! Her family lost it all the day she was born, but they still gave her the princess treatment and raised with that signature Telangana swag. As the lone daughter, she watched her family rebuild their empire from nothing. To her father, she is his whole heart. To her brothers, she is their greatest weakness. She is the spoiled princess who owns it all. With her dusky skin, soulful, oversized black eyes, and long, midnight-black hair brushing against her calves, she looked like an innocent dream. But beneath that exterior lay a cheerful, bratty hurricane who thrived on nonsense and sarcasm. She was every enemy's worst enemy. To him, she was the ultimate headache-a beautiful, sarcastic nuisance he just couldn't shake. But the truth was, he was completely obsessed with the pain she caused him. Her family lives in Hyderabad and her cousin brother lives in Sangareddy (viswanabdhan) btw her age is 22