Pukhtana Duraid Alam Khan (unedited)
- Membaca 2,286
- Vote 136
- Bab 11
Duraid alam khan stood there.. Looking dashing in all black with his black eyes and hair..... The only shade that made her lost was the dusty lips..somewhere between a faded pink and brown she stared at his lips like a maniac...Turn back turn back.. Don't do it... Her self screams were doubting her because the nafs that she gave Duraid lecture about was failing her... She doesn't go around kissing people.. It was just him.. She wanted to kiss him.. He was the only man she ever was this close to.
And then she grabbed his collar to crash her lips to his ' For mini second their lips connected and she backed away....
Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang
#164
brownskin
Bergabunglah dengan komunitas bercerita terbesarDapatkan rekomendasi cerita yang dipersonalisasi, simpan cerita favoritmu ke perpustakaan, dan berikan komentar serta vote untuk membangun komunitasmu.
anda mungkin juga menyukai
ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ |
My lips curled into a smirk, my thumb tracing over her bottom lip again, this time slower. "Now," i murmured, my tone teasing yet impossibly soft, "should I bring ice cream every night?" She let out a breathy laugh, weakly swatting his chest. "Shut up and go home before someone catches you." I chuckled but didn't move immediately. Instead, i tilted her face up once more and placed a lingering, featherlight peck on the tip of her nose. As i pulled away, i smirked and whisperedin her ear. "Next time, just say you want me, Jaan. No need to use ice cream as an excuse." She just rolled her eyes in a playful way biting my cheek. "You should go now." She said. ୨ৎ A coincidental meeting that turned into love at first sight. Who knows where this chance meeting will take them? Stay tuned to find out more about "Rajvansh and His Jaan." [ ♡VANYA♡ ] ୨ৎ MY INSTAGRAM I'D musuu_writes
ROYAL BLOOD,BROKEN WINGS
Rudransh Dev Raichand. With steel-cut blue eyes and inked arms bearing war-worn vows, he was more myth than man. The cold heir of the Raichand Empire. Lord of the Black Syndicate. He didn't plead. He decided. And destinies bent. Ruhanika Rathore. Born a Banarasi princess, now a chief surgeon. Grace sculpted by royalty, spirit hardened by fate. Her hazel eyes held secrets, her silence spoke storms. He wanted her. No-he needed her. So he took her. The marriage was forged in power, not prayer. Her voice drowned in gunfire, her family hushed by fear. And now, on their wedding night, she sat by the window, mangalsutra tight like a shackle, staring at the moon. "Mama, you promised me... you left me alone in this nightmare." The air shifted. He was here. Rudransh. Dripping from a cold shower, black track pants clinging, white tee taut across his chest. Silent. Watching. Then- Slap. Her palm across his face. Instant regret. He caught her wrist, twisted it gently behind her. She gasped. His body was against hers, breath grazing her neck. "I didn't mean to-" "Shh." "I'm tired. This marriage-this life-you-it's too much!" "Then scream. Curse. But don't talk of leaving me." "Why me? Why ruin my life?" He slammed the wall. Blood dripped. "Because I love you, dammit. Since Banaras. Since I saw you smiling at orphans. You've haunted me since. I bled for you. I burned for you." She shook. "Rudransh..." "You think I'm a monster?" He stepped closer, nose brushing hers. "Then let me be your monster. But don't doubt my love." His breath ghosted over her lips. "Say it," he whispered. "Say you hate me." She couldn't. Wouldn't. "You're not a man... you're a storm." And then, his lips touched hers-not to steal, but to mark. A war had begun. Neither of them would surrender.
Too Dangerous To Desire
"Sab kehte h ki mujhe tumse dur rehna chahiye" I said still trying to normalise my breaths as I just reached this place , she sensed my presence , but didn't turn back "kyu?" She asked. "They say you are not safe for me" she finally turned towards me , her eyes scanning me from top to bottom as I was drenched in rain. She was looking at me so intensely that I felt a thousand butterflies in my stomach at once. Her eyes , they screamed so much mystery , they contained so many secrets that I was dying to unveil. "Aur?" She asked looking directly into my eyes as she started walking towards me. "Tum bahut khatarnak ho , kabhi bhi kuch bhi ker sakti ho" I said moving back as she came very close , I couldn't read the look on her face. Leaving an inch gap between our lips she whispered "aur tumhe kya lagta h?" I wanted to taste those lips , I wanted to know how they would feel upon my skin and my lips. "mu..mujhe y..ye lagta h ki.." I fumbled at the proximity. "Ki?" I couldn't resist her anymore and captured her lips for a passionate, hot kiss that I had never in my life imagined would happen like this. Breaking the kiss I said... "Ki sab sahi kehte h..you are too dangerous to desire" ~~~~ Cover credit- @witchscarlett007Lengkap
Yours to Complete
"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm
Rules and Roses
Aarohi had two speeds in life-full throttle and asleep. At twenty, she was a whirl of laughter, flying dupattas, and half-finished hobbies. Her mother said she was born talking, and that hadn't changed much in two decades. Whether it was dancing in the rain, playing with kids in the neighborhood, or sneaking extra mango pickles from the kitchen, Aarohi lived every moment like it was a festival. And then there was Anurag. Thirty years old. Quiet. Sharp-jawed. The kind of man who ironed his clothes with military precision and refused to jaywalk even on empty streets. He lived by lists, calendars, and things that made sense. He also happened to be Aarohi's childhood "Anu bhaiyya." Well... he had been bhaiyya. Until recently. Until that annoying, adorable little tornado started growing up, stopped calling him bhaiyya, and started fluttering her eyelashes every time he scolded her. Their families had been friends for generations. Diwalis were spent together, birthdays celebrated with joint cakes, and every summer, Aarohi's family visited Anurag's hill home like clockwork. This summer was no different. But something else was. This summer, Aarohi had decided she was going to make Anurag fall in love with her. Even if he still treated her like she was a child who needed a lecture every time she left the fridge open. "Anurag," she called sweetly from the porch, swinging her legs. "You know, you really should try smiling more. I hear it burns calories." He looked up from his laptop, one eyebrow raised. "And I hear silence is golden," he said dryly, sipping his black coffee. She grinned. "You need more colors in your life." "I have a spreadsheet full of them." Aarohi laughed and jumped up, her anklets chiming like little bells. She didn't know how or when it would happen, but she believed in impossible things. Like sunshine melting mountains. Like mango pickles softening rules. Like Anurag falling in love with her.Lengkap
Rigmarole Of Patience | TBH Trilogy 3 | Sequel |
She had tried. She even looks outside but she eventually stares at Shuraim. Like she always did. She has always found him intimidating. The sharp eyes had a numbness to it, a wall so hard she could barely encompass behind these hard glances. He had never looked at her. She? She had tried not to. At least she tried to. Tried everything to stop herself from looking at his stubble face, smile so rich. These elite feasts felt like a way to bridge the way. He felt like a celebrity. Of course he was the talk of the town every now and then. He was the guy everyone hated but smiled at when he looked. Shuraim Baig. Jannat tried not to look at him but she had to fail. That was how whipped she was. This time, she was surprised. Because for the first time in her life, between these chaotic parties, weddings and feasts, beyond all the people. Shuraim noticed her. And she inhaled a lot of the moment and her mind revolved towards the first entry in her diary. A filmy bollywood song in the background. Her brain screamed it was cringe. But her heart was consoling her. "It's not cringe until it's your turn... it's all true for that one look." • One city. Bangalore. Two powerful families as blood ranged enemies. The Baig's and The Hashim's. Six lives enrolled in a rampage of Pain, Revenge, Betrayal, Blood and Disgust. Topping it over, Will love overtake it all? Jannat Malik got married to Shuraim Baig. For him, it was a love at first sight which he didn't believe until he saw her but for her it was otherwise. Shuraim had a lack of maternal love and disturbing events, he ushered to get married to her quickly. It reveals things confusing his existence and foundation of his love? It's a rigmarole of patience. Dive in if you are an impatient one.
From Dislike To Desire
"Dont you fucking dare go near her ever again" "i- it wasnt- just let me, please" "you were behind all of this, I don't want to see your face ever again, not near me or my family, understood?" "i- I am... " she almost broke down to tears. He was seething. "I am sorry. Just let me see her once" he mockingly laughed "in your dreams now only" she squared herself up and kept on hitting him only for him to throw her on the floor. ----------------- "stop, just stop right there please" he took two more steps towards her. "Don't do this to me, I love you please. " Her mind was in a haze. She couldn't place her words together. "I can't', after all of that I really can't. " She turned around and started to leave just when he pulled on her arm and pulled her closer to him. "I love you" he whispered in her ears sounding almost so broken "please don't go away" Even though it broke her heart a little she somehow managed to pull away from him "have a good day" ------------ he is the lone wolf, she is his only anchor she is the sun in his dark world he kneels before no one but she is his goddess what will happen when their path crashes?
Lost Without You
In the heart of the powerful Effendi household, two children once shared a destiny written long before they understood it. Born into a world of privilege, bound by family ties and an unspoken promise, their lives were shaped by love that never had the chance to grow in peace. But fate is never kind to fragile beginnings. A single tragedy shattered everything-families were destroyed, trust turned into ashes, and two souls were torn apart believing the other had been lost forever. He is not the same boy she once knew-time has carved him into something colder, harder, and unforgiving. She, on the other hand, carries the weight of a broken past, haunted by memories that refuse to fade and a present that keeps testing her strength. Shattered but still breathing, she learns that survival itself is a battle, yet even in her weakness she refuses to fall silent in front of him. Years later, destiny pulls them back into the same orbit, not as children of the past, but as strangers bound by a forgotten bond. He stands hardened by time, power, and silence. She stands unbroken, refusing to surrender to the coldness he now carries. What was once a promise becomes a battlefield of truth, where recognition is painful, love is uncertain, and nothing remains simple anymore.
~MAYA~
In the vanity mirror, a stranger stared back at me. A bride in red. A soulless doll. With a heavy sigh, I began removing the endless pins from my dupatta, loosening the choker, the jewelry. Only my anklets and bangles remained. The door clicked open. Shut with a thud. My heart stopped. I grabbed my dupatta, draping it over my shoulders. He strode toward me, his eyes burning. In fury, he yanked my hair back. Pain seared my scalp. "Why the fuck did you remove this?" he roared. "Don't you know you have to wait for your dear husband?" His voice dripped with psychotic pleasure. "Oh? Were you too desperate to be fucked by your husband?" In one swift motion, he yanked the dupatta away and shoved me onto the bed. I crawled backwards, fear clawing at my chest. Within seconds, he was half-naked, towering over me. He grabbed my leg, dragging me under him, his entire weight crushing my fragile body.
Meant to be together | 18+
"why the fuck did you go on a date with him? he is not even your type!!" he growls. "so what? he is friendly and nice to me" I replied confidently. "NO, HE IS NOT NICE!!! he wants you because you're....beautiful" he said looking directly in my eyes! "Viaan! stop being so annoying...and let me go! he is waiting for me" I said. As I was about to leave, he held my hands and in a millisecond I was pinned to his car. I was shocked by this action of his. He never behaved like this but today he was in different mood. "What a-are you d-doing?" I said. We were so close that our lips were almost touching and then he bends towards my neck and kiss it. I swear that feeling was so amazing... I loved it but I didn't show it on my face, but then he looked at me with his dark brown eyes, and stared at me for a couple of seconds. "If you didn't leave for home right now! I will kiss the fuck out of you, until you become breathless" he said in his deep voice without breaking the eye contact. Honestly that was hot....but this is not the time for this. "And why are you suddenly so interested in my personal life? Are you jealous of Abhay?" I said without looking at him. "Do not try me! I said go home!!" I sensed that he is angry. "Oh yeah? don't try you? what will you do Mr. Raghuvanshi?" I said in a sarcastic way. To which he smirked. and said "don't ask for something you can't handle baby" What did he just say.....Baby? "I'm not your baby". "Are you sure?" he smirked again. Why the hell he's keep doing that. ......... Tropes - Friends to Lovers CBI officer × Teacher Past is Involved No cheating Mention of Domestic violence (not by Male Lead) Torture on Female lead (obviously not by Male Lead) #1 hers #19 slowburn #7 desiromanceLengkap
My lips curled into a smirk, my thumb tracing over her bottom lip again, this time slower. "Now," i murmured, my tone teasing yet impossibly soft, "should I bring ice cream every night?" She let out a breathy laugh, weakly swatting his chest. "Shut up and go home before someone catches you." I chuckled but didn't move immediately. Instead, i tilted her face up once more and placed a lingering, featherlight peck on the tip of her nose. As i pulled away, i smirked and whisperedin her ear. "Next time, just say you want me, Jaan. No need to use ice cream as an excuse." She just rolled her eyes in a playful way biting my cheek. "You should go now." She said. ୨ৎ A coincidental meeting that turned into love at first sight. Who knows where this chance meeting will take them? Stay tuned to find out more about "Rajvansh and His Jaan." [ ♡VANYA♡ ] ୨ৎ MY INSTAGRAM I'D musuu_writes
Detail lengkapPanduan Muatan