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FATED

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Reads 238
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Marriages are made in heaven. This is more of a curse than a boon Neetu thought as she stared at the newspaper in front of her.  as she read the headlines " new mafia heirs pulls the world to destruction " 
---sneak a peek----
"Son where were you, do you not know how to take care of your wife, " asked the old grandma of the village, while Neetu angrily glared at him by bringing him a bowl of water to wash his hands only if looks would kill. he would be 6 feet under the ground.
"I was on a hunting trip" he replied with a cold smile. grandma smiled at the young man and said "what did you hunt, let me cook for you  " Zahid gave an amused at his tiny wife and washed his blood dipped hands in front of her and said " oh granny who said I hunt animals" making Neetu's knees weak as she stared at the psychotic man in front of her.All Rights Reserved

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LET ME HATE YOU by AnjaaniSadek

A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

Two Religion by TheDelusory

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His Forced Possession by ShatteredInnocenz

"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

Twisting Roses by StrangeOutcast

One twirl, one moment, and everything changed... She wanted to sway with the wind and experience the breeze. She wanted to be so much more than whispered words of insanity. She was delusional, and her storm was showing no mercy.

Hayaat by Humhyra4u

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

Maid For Marriage by Jaylin2505

Thandi always knew she wasn't destined for greatness. She'd never be anything but someone's wife. Nothing would come of her life, so she submitted. She submitted to her father's wrath. Her aunt, however, wanted more for her niece. She knew that if her niece ever wanted to escape her brother, the chief, they needed to play him at his own game. Thandi's aunt knew if she ever wanted her niece to be free from her brother, she needed to keep him away from her for as long as she could. She knew her niece didn't have much of a choice in her future. The only way for Thandi to get some kind of control over her own life is getting married to the man of her choice before her father married her off to the highest bidder. Thandi and her aunt escaped their village to live in the city. They did everything in their power to keep the chief calm and distracted. The only way to do so was for her aunt to promise to teach her how to be a good traditional wife and, most importantly, stay a virgin. That was his biggest rule. Stay a virgin. One drunken mistake causes Thandi to lose her virginity, and her aunt knows the race is on. Either Thandi finds a man that she loves and is willing to submit to, or she marries one of her father's perverted friends. Will Thandi find her knight in shining armor, and if she does, will he be worth it?

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LET ME HATE YOU

A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.