mafia's wifey

mafia's wifey

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"Why... why did you save me?" she asked. "Because I like you, and if I like something, I make it mine forever, baby doll," he said. "Thank you for saving me, no-" she was going to say something, but he stopped her. "I'll help you, but in return, you have to marry me jaan," he asked. ______________________________________________________________________________________ A girl who is broken, who wants to die. She thinks she can't do anything..... Now she is just a blank paper who just wants to be fulfilled by love. A boy who is crazy over her, who is obsessed with her, who badly wants to ruin her innocence, who wants to love her unconditionally. .。⁠*⁠♡mafia's wifey♡*。. start - 1/1/2025 End -
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༺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!"

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