STUBBORN HEARTS
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Last published Sun, Apr 14, 2024
A first attempt at expressing my imagination.
It is a story about a young aspiring politician and a headstrong female as lead, with Punjabi background.
Necessary translations are given and the pictures to express the characters and surroundings are taken from Google and Pinterest, with little creativity of mine.
Book is exclusive to Wattpad only and no copying of any character or dialogue is permitted.
All rights reserved. @sufnic
(Original name- Sumandeep Kaur)
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A short blurb from the story:-
Navneet looked straight where Rajveer was eating his food so gracefully, ignoring her presence.
As if, it would help him to save himself from her embarrassing accusations.
Navneet was staring at him
wide-eyed but receiving nothing from his side she composed herself.
All of a sudden, Ruby asked her about her yesterday's where abouts. She tried to the divert the topic but failed.
"I was with a friend."
"We are your only friends here." Rubi retorted.
Rajveer tried his best to stay aloof, but he couldn't help it.
"Well, I made a new one."
"How?"
They asked her. And
She began to explain her yesterday's encounter.
"Well,I met with a hooligan, while my stay. They were..."
"EXCUSE ME!"
She was cut off by an agitated Rajveer in the middle.
"I am not talking to you mister."
"But you are talking about me."
Rajveer said angrily.
"And you should have realised your mistake by now & have apologised already."
He added.
"No, I was not talking about you & Yes,I had tried to apologise to you yesterday but as I realised my mistake & gave up,realising you never deserved it."
"And what makes you say that?"
Rajveer demanded.
"Well you are an arrogant, selfish, and pompous jerk.Is that enough? or u want more?"
Navneet vocalised.
It pushed Rajveer's buttons and he banged his palms.
"Shut up woman, I'm warning you."
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† 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏† 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍-𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 & 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎D "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm
Sweetest Sin
She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........
𝐈𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 | 𝟏𝟖+
"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 , 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 "Excuse me! Is this the way to talk to someone? Don't you have any manners?" He yelled at her, his voice heavy with frustration and disappointment. "Excuse me, Mr. Aap hote kaun hain mujhe manners ka gyaan dene waale? And by the way, you're also at fault here. So don't try to act oversmart with me," she shot back firmly and walked away, muttering under her breath.... "Aaye bade mujhe fazool ka gyaan dene waale Gyaani Baba!" *************************************************************** "Hey Bhagwan! Aaj toh sach mein pata chal gaya ki duniya gol hai!" She exclaimed.. "Yeh kaha se hamaare training commander nikle? Ab kya hoga agar unhe kuch yaad aa gaya toh...? Tu toh gayi, Shivi beta!" ******************************************************** Lost in thought, she kept glaring at him, silently fuming. "Papa ko bhi poori duniya mein yahi namuna mila tha shaadi ke rishte ke liye?" She muttered in her head. "Na Baba Na! Yeh anarth nahi hone doongi main! Chahe sir kalam kyu na ho jaye mera... Meri kurbaani yaad rakhi jaayegi itihaas ke panno mein!" And then chuckled to herself "Heh... heh... heh..." But no one knows what's written in destiny... Except your Ikaa, of course 💁♀️ (And if you want to know too , then what are you waiting for? Continue reading the story!) ©️All rights reserved Ikaa_writes
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