KING'S BRIDE 🪷
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- Votes 45
- Chapitres 15
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture1h 33m
Dernière publication lun., févr. 24, 2025
He is mad for her.
He can kill anyone for her.
She hates him.
She can kill him.
"Sometimes you don't get what you want because you deserves better." She said
"But I only want you" He replied
"I am a storm in your life sweetheart" He said
"I want peace"She replied
"You are fucking mine" He said
"Not even in my worst dream." She replied
"You are my everything." He claimed
"You can never be my anything." She stated
"You belong to me" He said
"Fuck you asshole" She replied
" I'm going" She shoutes
"In my arms right now sweetheart"He declared
" I hate you from depth of my heart Mr ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE"She shouted
"I love you Mrs JEEVIKA ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE"He said in dark tone.
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Twisted Salvation 18+
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A Heart Unwilling Surrender
I want you to want me. I want you to need me." His eyes search her. Because that's how I feel about you. I'm not the same since I met you. I'm starving for you. People say when you meet the one you love, that person can calm you down. Make you better." He shakes his head. "You fucking fan my flames. You make me feel invincible." He sighs heavily. "You deserve better than me," he whispers, placing his head against hers, "but I'm too selfish to let you go. She is annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever's on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be. She's everything I don't want. But she might just be everything I need. And I don't know how much longer I can resist her sweet smile and her sinful curves... . . .
LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
His Little Love: (The first stage of obsession)
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she was like a fragile rose who like to stay free and open but he locked that fragile force into his dark hidden cage away from the light of happiness rays in the dark cage of hate and fear. she loves freedom but he caged her. she loved him but he hated her. He was as cold as ice but even that ice melts from her warmth. she- "You will beg for ur sins" he - "Mr. Abhimanyu Agarwal never beg for anything". she- "what is mine fault?" he- " That you are my wife". "I WANT FREEDOM !" "IN MY DARK HIDDEN CAGE DARLING".
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