AASHIQUI 3 {ON HOLD}

AASHIQUI 3 {ON HOLD}

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Flashback: I looked across to my side leaning my chin on the palm of my hand, my elbow resting on the wooden desk. Faces blurred with my vision concentrating just on her. Her light brown braids fell down her shoulders, her pencil tracing the lines of her rosy soft lips. I leaned further in to see her deep brown eyes flick from the whiteboard to her desk, a strand of her curly hair falling on her forehead, lightly prickling her left eye. I took in her beauty, how can anyone be so beautiful? Her gaze shifted from her desk to face me, her position mimicking mine. Not only was she looking at me, all the faces in the room were staring at me. I raised my brows in a questioning way as she gestured for me to look towards my desk. Smiling, I looked forward, but my expression changed. Laughs filled the room, but only one echoed in my ears, hers. The woman in front of me had one of her hands on her hips, with the other on my ear. As her hold tightened, I rose from my chair. The laughs grew louder as I plead to her, "sorry miss". She let go of my ear and resumed the lesson. I glanced at her, with my puppy dog eyes, as she burst out laughing her melodious laugh. I once again leaned forward, again losing myself in her world. Flashback Ends. A smile spread across my face at the sweet memory.
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Aziyat

this story is about the 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 of girl who got rejection....and the 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 of man who get forced to marry again.....its a Muslim story ----------------------------- girl wearing black Anarkali suit ..head covered in dupatta who is looking scared utter " ji....wo hum keh rahe the" " Ha bolo.... hum sun rahe hai" " wo.....wo hume yaha se jana hai" her nervous voice echoed in room listening her words the most handsome dominating man whose aura speaks a lot about him walks towards his only love adjusting his watch on his wrist stand Infront of her folding his hand on his back he look towards her sweat bud filled face....her eyes are lowered down she is playing with her fingers in nervousness...the dim lights in room making her feel more scared from her man... "kya kaha.....kaha jana hai aap ko" He utter controlling his uneven breaths thats usually coz whenever he gets super angry " j..ji...wo.....m yaha rehna nahi......" she gulped her saliva to remove dryness of her throat...her shaking voice again echoed in that pin dropped silence but before she could say anything further she feel her husband pulled her by her waist.... grabbing her waist tightly.....that his fingers digged in her skin...he lift her up slightly from floor....she is lifted in air....she is caged in his arms n before she could react her husband put his lips on her dry one that was there first kiss........ which should be romantic soft one but this one is intense one....a hungry kiss made her grab his kurta in her small fist he literally chewed her lips passionately after sucking her sweetness he utter dangerously on her wet lips Removing her hair strands softly from her cheek " haan toh kuch keh rahi thi aap....hum sun rahe hai...kahiye" His gaze is fixed on her wet lips ----------------------------------------------- Another book with leading characters.. Sidnaaz ♥️

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