Believe in me

Believe in me

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Him : Your entire life will be spent in repaying my money. Her : It's just a scratch how can you be so mean Him : I am not mean I just want my money Her : Isn't there any other option of repaying it. Him : Then be my P.A ( personal assistant) let's see how their destiny will make them fall in love with each other? #Ridhima × Shivansh #Ridhansh💕💗 #Sneha× Aarav (Pictures taken from Google, Pinterest)
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#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

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