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Love conquers all but death takes all.
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"Trying to leave so fast?" a deep voice questioned as a man stepped out from behind the shadows. 

As he appeared in the light, I caught a glimpse of his face. Tanned with slight stubble, he was dressed in all black. His brown eyes seemed so warm yet so full of terror that I felt myself take a step back in fear. He was undeniably attractive, his hair pushed back and his muscles prominent through his black shirt. 

He circled around me with a cruel smile on his face, a short dagger in his hand covered in mesmerizing scriptures. As he pressed the blade into his thumb, his eyes moved from the blade to my face.  

"So, young princess. How do you explain your presence?" he asked, stalking towards me, tantalizingly. My eyes were glued to his eyes, and I felt the warm feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Electricity crackled between us, the purple veins giving us life as he stepped closer. 

Mesmerized, I remained silent, my eyes wide with awe. My hands stuck to my sides and my knees glued to the stone, cold floor.

What was happening to me?
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When Princess Ayeesha of the Jarula kingdom is captured by the Karians, she will do anything to get back to her family. As she is taken deeper into the world of Kara and its King, she discovers friendship, pain, and betrayal from the people closest to her and from those afar. Secrets are unveiled and the truth is revealed along with a sinister plot that will cause their ruin.

Join Princess Ayeesha and King Firdaus on this thrilling adventure of greed, passion, and most of all, love.

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ANAMIKA- The darkest shade of love. by writesbyArya

" SULTAN.... HUME BACHA LIJIYE..... WOH....WOH HUME MAR DENGE SULTAN.....WOH HUME MAR DENGE"........... ************************************************ She was in my lap while crying and crying like that was the last day of her life. I was forceful husband of her but still she chosed me over everything. Never in my life I felt scared of anything but that day I was scared to hell after seeing her struggling for her life. she was on the verge of dying.... I console her....I would die if anything happened to her and that day I determined that I would killed that man who was the reason of my wife deadful past. But the destiny had her own plans the one who was the real culprit was none other than the one to whom I refer as my close one. Never in my worse dream I thoughts that he would be reason of my wife condition. So I burned him alive with my own hands while his screams filled in my ears. I bathed in his blood........ She was Anamika suryasen. Princess of northern hind and the pride of kingdom Avangarh. The one whose beauty captivate everyones attention and the heart of her brother but her past made her heart shattered in millions of pieces..... I was Sultan Daniyal shamsheer khan. King of kabul. The one who was known for his furosity. But her browns orbs calm my inner devil when I firstly saw her. That day I decided that I would make her mine at any cost.... Lekin kya woh humse kabhi mohobbat kar payegi??? Ek bikhare hue dil mein kya firse humare liye mohobbat panah le payegi...... Aur kya woh hume kabhi apnayegi ye janane ke baad bhi ki kahi na kahi hum bhi unke atit se jude hai..... Read our dastaan-e-mohobbat to find out all the answers.....

DAKSHIKA by chandrarohini

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

LET ME HATE YOU by AnjaaniSadek

Ever wonder how your supposed best day of life will turn into a lifelong nightmare. Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE" and "same loved ones". Marriage is intended to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny which ended their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of regret which she has to live for the rest of her life. But why?. For other, he was forced yet he promised to seek revenge for sure., for seeking "Her" place. Who is Amaan referring to as "Her"? Who is this "loved ones" that connects both Asmara and Amaan and why do they hate each other so much without even meeting each other? "Please......." the only word that she could manage to say while trying to get out of his grip and sobbing. "Please......Let..........Me..........Go, " she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Don't be afraid honey! I realized my mistake of not accepting you as my wife and to mark the start of our marriage how about I gift you something, " He whispered while leaning close to her ear emphasizing on the word 'gift'. Sensing her fright, he placed his hand on her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?". He spoke with an evil smirk. " I know it is your first time and I promise to be gentle with you, My Wife" Note: This is the first draft of the story and since then had not been edited as I'm busy writing my other stories on "Booknet." If you find typos or grammatical mistake or narration is not perfect, kindly ignore since your feedback about it would be of no use as you are reading an unedited story. I would edit it once the sequel to Kabir Hashmi is finished. And yes please be considerate when you comment. First, it's a fictional story and second, it's someone's hardwork. #5 in torment-Sept 2020 #2 in torment-23rd Sept 2020

Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love by magicallovely

Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile. Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly. I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil. I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me. He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage. "What's your name? Begum," His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly. "Tell me," he asked again. My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered. I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice. I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess. But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face. "Your fa... Family lied to me?" He stood up from the bed in anger. *** The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled. This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn. Mature content!!! It also have triggering scenes!!!

Rajputana by wonderGo1331

"I am ready but there is only one problem that my month has come". She said while controlling her smile. Abhirath asked in confusion "what? month?? What is that". She blushed-"monthly bleeding problem don't you even understand this, then how will you handle the whole kingdom". Abhirath looked at me with disgust. Abhirath provoke: she has big mouth to tell me such thing without feeling shy. I ordered-"come and sleep". Verenya provoke: I laughed in my heart and swear against him that I will gonna make him regret for this marriage... Yes i can't hurt him physically because i care for Bundi but i can tease and torture him. I giggled. I took other side of the bed and fall asleep. Next day Verenya provoke: I wake up early in the morning and saw Abhirath sleeping peacefully and calmly. I didn't understand how can he looks so calm while he was sleeping. Suddenly one idea popped in my mind and I giggled. I try to look for any paint but there was nothing in room. Only items and flower petals were in the room. My eyes fall on my 'vermilion' box and I run towards my dressing table and took half of it into a plate and added water in it and it become bright red colour. I slowly walked towards him and start making ugly drawing on his face through my fingers. Made few circles on his cheeks and red dots on his nose and wavy lines on his forehead after doing so much to him i couldn't able to control my laugh and i took my vile and left for bomb to explode. ______________________________ "There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved." In this story u will see : How unexpectedly one daring princess fall in love with the prince who want her in exchange of her kingdom. Lets see how these two stars will meet and how they are destined to destiny. ❤

His Solace , Her Devotion by DivyanshiYadav497

Dedication : To all the girls out there who're looking for a men who loves in the day and fucks at the night with the same passion.... Divya...., A girl who is like a butterfly. Free spirited, indipendent,lovely and pretty butterfly with her beautiful wings splattered with all the beautiful colours of her dreams and emotions. A lovely bubbly girl with the motive to live her life to the fullest. She doesn't want any regrets in life. Life isn't about going to lively happy places,meeting smiling people,living peacefully. Life is about exploring everything ,every emotion ,every feeling ,every place. Anger, love, empathy, sadness, happiness, just everything. Apnon ko duniya bana lena zindagi nahi hai. Duniya ko apna bana lena zindagi hai. And just like a butterfly she's delegate. She cannot tolerate violence For her, violence is not an answer, it's a question. And the answer is NO. Reyansh...., A man of his words,always gets what he wants. Violence is his first language. Talking is his second. His anger is so intense. What happens when he meets our free spirited butterfly 🦋 Divya. And fell in love? With love comes attachments , obsession , posession , responsibility , respect. Will love change him? Or he will bind her freedom? Cuff her?bind her?tie her?break her? Will he change with time? You know why bonds break...?? Because as you spend time with them. It was beautiful at first.but as time passes. They starts to annoy you , dehydrate you , suffocate you , Suffocate you to the point you wanna break free from them. They feels like the cuffs that binds your freedom. That binds you. They feels like the walls of the prison that makes you feel nothing but imprisonment. And then in the end you try to break free from them. But when you can't. And when they just won't let you go. When they enjoy your bird cage and love seeing you flapping and fluttering in the cage. You just suffocate with them. And get stuck in the cage of love. Come along the journey to find out.👀

INSEPARABLE I by reine-777

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Rudra-Nandani by magicallovely

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ARISA~ His Buried Love by moondustwrites

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ANAMIKA- The darkest shade of love.

" SULTAN.... HUME BACHA LIJIYE..... WOH....WOH HUME MAR DENGE SULTAN.....WOH HUME MAR DENGE"........... ************************************************ She was in my lap while crying and crying like that was the last day of her life. I was forceful husband of her but still she chosed me over everything. Never in my life I felt scared of anything but that day I was scared to hell after seeing her struggling for her life. she was on the verge of dying.... I console her....I would die if anything happened to her and that day I determined that I would killed that man who was the reason of my wife deadful past. But the destiny had her own plans the one who was the real culprit was none other than the one to whom I refer as my close one. Never in my worse dream I thoughts that he would be reason of my wife condition. So I burned him alive with my own hands while his screams filled in my ears. I bathed in his blood........ She was Anamika suryasen. Princess of northern hind and the pride of kingdom Avangarh. The one whose beauty captivate everyones attention and the heart of her brother but her past made her heart shattered in millions of pieces..... I was Sultan Daniyal shamsheer khan. King of kabul. The one who was known for his furosity. But her browns orbs calm my inner devil when I firstly saw her. That day I decided that I would make her mine at any cost.... Lekin kya woh humse kabhi mohobbat kar payegi??? Ek bikhare hue dil mein kya firse humare liye mohobbat panah le payegi...... Aur kya woh hume kabhi apnayegi ye janane ke baad bhi ki kahi na kahi hum bhi unke atit se jude hai..... Read our dastaan-e-mohobbat to find out all the answers.....