Amidst The Highs and lows.
- LECTURAS 8
- Votos 2
- Partes 1
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TEJNA
"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 : The Journey Of Reclaiming & Healing!
༺𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝" 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔༻ ༄⬤◉༄ "Verdant, leave me! What am I to you? A possession? An obsession? Leave me right now!" I yelled, trying to knock some sense into him. He slowly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, making me feel things I didn't want to. His hand grazed my waist, the warmth of his touch brushing against my bare skin, as my top lifted slightly due to the position he held me in. He touched his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as I did, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around us. "You're my first and last love, darling. You're not just the water I need, you're the oxygen I struggle to breathe. You're my best, my worst, my life, my world. You're mine." At the last words, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. The soft touch calmed my muscles, but my mind was still a battlefield. Two months before my marriage, Jai used to write poetry, say sweet things, and do all these little romantic dramas. All men are manipulators. I know Vedant isn't, but I can't trust anyone right now. I wanted to push him away. "You really think you can manipulate me with sweet words? You're a manipulator, aren't you? At the end of the day, you're forcing me to choose you. And what's worst about men is that you only think about yourselves. You want me, but what about me? You never prioritise me!"Concluida
His Vivid Devotion ( Duet#1 )
#Book No. 1 By Bhanu ki kalam se..... Aviyukt X Shreedha Aviyukt Singh Rajvansh A man who exudes power and authority. He is the CEO of the Rajvansh Corporation and a feared mafia leader, known for his ruthless,manipulative and cunning tactics. He possesses a keen intellect and an uncanny ability to read people, allowing him to anticipate their actions and stay ahead of their plans. Aviyukt is a force to be reckoned with, and his ruthlessness knows no bounds. Those who dare to cross him risk facing his wrath. Shreedha Singh Rathore A young girl who lives in the holy city of Vrindavan. Her eyes are dazzling blue, and she exudes an air of serenity and inner beauty. Shreedha is devoted to Lord Krishna and spends her days painting depictions of him, pouring her heart and soul into each brushstroke. Her calm and kind demeanor, along with her sensitive and introspective personality, make her a beloved member of her community. Someone:- What is Love?? She:- Govind 🦚 Someone:- What is Govind?? She:- My Devotion ✨ Someone :- What is Love??" He:- Shreedha 🌺 Someone :-What is Shreedha He :- My Devotion ✨Concluida
Pehla Ishq
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 Fragile 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 broad 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 !!! The heck you are so Fragile That whenever I touch you I feel like I might crush you under my arms .... Iam not fragile you are so big .. she replied almost whispering... Why did you kissed him on his cheeks ?? ... he asked in his gruffy voice Arhaan he is just a child !!! So what I don't like my wife touching any male species other than me !!! He said .. Your bea-beard i-is pie-piercing my sk-skin it-its hur-hurting plz lea-leave me ... she said in a low voice almost stammering You know na that you mine "Mrs Samira Arhaan" So kindly cope up with this just today , tomorrow I'll shave it just for you ... " TROPE" ☆ Age gap ☆senior junior trope ☆she fell first but he fell harder ☆family friends ☆Collage romance ☆Soft romance ☆ possessive male lead ☆ controlling ☆ obsession at first sight This is my first writing I hope you guys will appreciateConcluida
𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐀
-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x ManavConcluida
Lack of Trust
"I was not flawed, your faith was flawed. If You had faith in your heart for me, I wouldn't have to bear all that I did because of you" she said looking towards him who was sobbing infront of her. "I was very sad and angry at that time. All the evidence was against you and when I saw that condition of my mother I gone mad." He told her and raised his hand to touch her but she jerked away his hand in anger. "Please believe me.... I really love you" He looked into her eyes with the hope that maybe she might believe his words. "There was a time when I also expected you to believe in me but then you did not believe me and left me alone with my sorrow. Today I will leave you alone with your regrets and sorrows" She said angrily. She left from there. He Fell on the floor and took his face in her hand and started crying.
"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
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