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Unwillingly Willful

Unwillingly Willful

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., mars 29, 2020
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Romance
Book two in 'Mend Series' and the sequel to 'My Salvation'. Can be read as a stand-alone. **************** "Please, try to understand that this will never work. Us being together will cause nothing but destroying lives, trust me. Leave me alone. Only then you will live a peaceful life. Please for the last time just trust me and do as I say and if possible fo-forget that we ever e-existed." Her voice was pleading, tears shining in her eyes. Seeing her cry was something new to Ayaan, as the girl in front of him always smiles and makes people near her laugh. He, at this moment, realized that this was the real hidden part of Aziza that nobody saw. His heart felt like someone was squeezing it. Seeing his angel like this was excruciating. And with that, a determined look came on his face. "Aziza," Ayaan gave a keen look to her, that made her shiver a bit. "Don't tell me what to do, or tell what is right. I never am planning to leave you, get this in your mind. Me and forgetting you! You are asking something just next to impossible. Call me greedy, but I can't imagine living my life without you, and so I'll never let any other person take place in your heart other than me." He had a grin on his face. It was short but it melted Aziza's heart. She imagined seeing that every day, for the rest of her life. And this thought gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, everything will be perfect in the end. That Ayaan and she can be together without her past troubles. "I'm going for now, but don't think I've lost hope. Hell, I'll never lose you. I'll be coming back. And when I come back..." His voice sounded bit husky and he gave a compelling look to Aziza, and she somewhat loved it. "I'll make you mine. And I'll never leave you. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of our lives. Take care. And yes, get all your dresses ready." He gave one last gleaming look with a small smirk. And with that, Ayaan left her with a tear slipping from her eye.
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❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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