Our Pasts Should Not Effect Us (Dr Strangelove x Myself)

Our Pasts Should Not Effect Us (Dr Strangelove x Myself)

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Have I ever decided that I'd publish this? Yes, and if I do. Change this and put warnings on this that no one should be offended. All it took was that one spark of such a rebellious attitude, and with the passion to constantly change and break the laws of everything possible. It was the dreams and the Griffins magical technology, that made it all possible. Dr Strangelove swore to himself that after the event of his Wife in WW2, that he would never ever date another female. As for me? I was already in a relationship, happy as can be, but there must of been something missing in it. Join the tale of high emotions good and bad. Great explorations of people and lands, not to mention how much the knowledges of both worlds, have been smartened to much.
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Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

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