Dusk & Destiny✨
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I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline.
"Nayan," I whispered.
He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes.
The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.
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Borrowed By Him
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Avni : His Silent Light
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"Shanvi, stop crying, and get ready," she urged. "Congratulations, from today you are husband and wife," the priest announced to the newly married couple. ---------- "Don't expect anything from me, and I will never consider you my wife," he stated, his voice devoid of any emotion. She met his gaze, finding his face an impassive mask. Despite the tears threatening to spill, she nodded, striving to maintain her composure. Would love bloom in their hearts, or would fate weave a different tapestry for them? The future remained unwritten, their destinies hanging in the balance. ---------- NOTE:- English is not my first language, so there will be some grammatical and spelling mistakes.. *Do not copy this*Complete
༺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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