Marriage: Installing...Love: Error!
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"Look....I'm s-sorry, I didn't know you'd be this mad If I would have known...."
"Shut the f**k up!" His rough edge voice shut me up.
He stared at me shamelessly. I could smell brew on him. Is he drunk? Of course, he is! But, he looked sober enough to know what he was doing, I tried to fight him again, hitting his chest to step back but, I stopped dead in my senses when I felt his warm and moist breath just below my ear.
"I hate you so much...." He spoke huskily into my ears which made tremors shot up in my spine.
Kanan is a typical Indian girl who's sweet, clumsy with a dash of sarcasm, who comes from an Orthodox Indian family with a label of 'you would do as you told!'
Jay is an arrogant, manipulative and a total party animal, who doesn't believe in Indian customs.
What happens when these two destined souls find them arranged into a marriage, who has nothing in common except hatred. An arranged marriage with a sprinkle of Indian drama.
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⚠️ This story is currently being edited, rewritten, and emotionally upgraded. Read at your own risk... you might accidentally fall a little too hard along the way. And yes, some parts are painfully cringy. I know. We listen and we don't judge 🫠 If you're still willing to continue this chaotic journey with me, welcome aboard 🫡 She could hear his footsteps approaching now. Slow. Unhurried. Dangerous. "Do you really think you can hide from me, jaan?" he murmured softly. The low warmth in his voice made her stomach flip. She stayed frozen beside the curtains while his footsteps came closer and closer. Then suddenly he was right behind her. Close enough for her to feel his warmth despite the cold weather. "Jaan..." he whispered near her ear. A shiver ran through her instantly. "Adi..." she breathed softly before finally turning toward him. And there he was. Her husband. The man she loved endlessly. For a second neither of them spoke. They simply looked at each other. Then Adi smiled softly and pulled her into his arms. Anu melted against him immediately. Safe. Warm. Home. His lips brushed gently against the tattoo on her neck, pressing slow lingering kisses there that made her knees weaken embarrassingly fast. The sensation sent warmth spreading through her entire body. "Adi..." she whispered softly, gripping his shirt tighter. And then he...... ✨ Completed Story Started on - 27/06/2022 Ended on - 04/02/2023 🖋️ AUTHOR'S NOTE This story is purely a work of fiction. All characters, events, and plotlines are products of imagination. Images and shayaris used in the story are sourced from Pinterest and Google. 🌟 HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in cutelove (4.9K stories) #2 in Crush (71.7K stories) #8 in India (40.3K stories) #5 in family (206K stories) #2 in Indian (22.4K stories) #6 in mature (129K stories) #2 in Delhi (9.97K stories) #3 in Wattpad (127K stories) #53 in friends (187K stories)Complete
HIS BELOVED ONE ✓
-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"Complete
"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz
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