Fitoor : The Muse

Fitoor : The Muse

  • WpView
    Reads 3,417
  • WpVote
    Votes 227
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing27m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 27, 2025
"Don't marry him." "You don't understand, Ayaan--" "I'll kill him, Tara. Before the wedding After the wedding. Whether he's got you wearing his ring or his name tattooed on your skin. It won't matter. I'm asking you not to marry him because you'll be widowed within a few hours. Aur tum mujhe safed saree mein achhi nahi lagogi." ────•~❉✿❉~•──── I was engaged to the wrong man. But I was in love with a worse one. Not because he'd hurt me. Not that. Never that. But because he was a relic of everything I craved but wasn't allowed to touch. I had been told that I could stay safe if I hid. But safety was never seductive. And madness was wrapped in red silk. ────•~❉✿❉~•──── This is Fitoor. The kind of love that whispers, 'he'd kill for you.' The kind of love that answers back, 'he already did.'
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Avni : His Silent Light
  • 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
  • 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
  •  𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 18+
  • HER SAFE PLACE
  • KIARA: HIS JUNOON
  • ❛ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❜
  • 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞
  • Her Accidental Forever
  • His sunshine, His beauty [COMPLETED]

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines