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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat

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Leituras 191,754
Votos 13,333
Capítulos 30
Tempo 4h 5m

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dark darkromance love madness obsession onesidedlove psychopath revenge sadending

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger.

He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not.

"You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. 

His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin.

Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew.

He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho.

"Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Sajda-E-Ishq, de qainaatwrites

I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 |18+, de Fairywrites__

~𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 × 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯~ "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice laced with desperation and hopelessness. His response was a callous, almost flippant remark: "You know the answer." With a careless flick of his wrist, he discarded the cigarette, grinding it beneath his shoe with a ruthless efficiency that seemed to mirror his treatment of me. As our eyes met, I felt a jolt of fear run through me. His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Marry me, and I will spare every human life in this place," he growled, his words dripping with a sinister intent. He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with an unholy passion. "Or else, watch them die, and you will still be mine." The sheer ruthlessness of his words left me breathless, my eyes widening in horror and shock. I had never encountered a person as merciless and calculating as him. He had crossed every boundary, shattered every limit, and yet, he showed no remorse, no regret. In his own twisted worldview, he was willing to burn the entire world to ashes, just to make me his. The realization sent a chill coursing through my veins, leaving me frozen in terror, unsure of what lay ahead Ayesha~ "I love someone else" Ruslan~ "your love for some fucker can't be compared to my infinite obsession for you" 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬‼️ •𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 × 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 (𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 × 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧) •𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 •𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 •𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 •𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 •𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 •𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

His Little Love: (The first stage of obsession), de divy_679

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Taunting the Stalker, de redthorns06

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THE BLACK ONYX (BOOK 1) WATTYS 2022 ~The Black series~, de Mixybooks

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La Donna ✔️, de toxicTings

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I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?