His Heart's Secret

His Heart's Secret

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Last published Wed, Feb 26, 2025

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There is Aniruddh Chaudhary(Age 26), Something from his past haunted him, a dark memory that pushed him away from all forms of connection. Every month, on the 20th, he was consumed by an overwhelming unease, a restlessness that tugged at his heart and mind, leaving him helpless and alone. His past had chained him to his fears, and he longed for a way out.Then, a girl appeared in his life, unknowingly carrying the cure for the wounds he couldn't heal alone. She wasn't just another person to him; she was the medicine he had been searching for all his life. Her presence slowly unraveled the tight knots of his past, and with each gentle gesture, she began to soothe the deep scars that tormented him. On the 20th, when his anxiety flared, she stood by him, a calming force that helped him breathe again.

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What began as revenge, meant to destroy both of them, turned into something destiny refused to let die. "Did you ever feel your heart beat when I was around?" she asked, her voice trembling, tears gathering in her eyes but refusing to fall. He let out a low, cold chuckle. Then he stepped closer. So close that her breath caught before he even touched her. His hand closed around her waist and pulled her against his chest, firm and unyielding. "I never let it," he murmured, a small, cruel smirk curving his lips as his empty gaze locked onto hers. Her throat tightened. "So... this was all we had?" "And?" he said, his voice calm, dangerous. One hand slid upward from her waist, up to her jaw, slow enough to make her panic, deliberate enough to make her shiver. "D-don't," she breathed, frozen beneath his touch. "And?" he repeated, thumb brushing over her jawline with maddening patience. "W-why are you-" "Shh." His voice dropped lower, rougher now. "Let me do my work, little kitten." The words brushed her ear like a threat wrapped in silk. Then he turned her around. He held her throat from behind, firm enough to make her breath hitch, gentle enough to make her hate how it affected her. Her back pressed against his chest in a sudden pull, heat seeping through the thin space between them like a secret neither of them could take back. He tilted her head back against his shoulder, his face near hers, his breath brushing her cheek in a slow, deliberate tease. His hand stayed at her throat, steady and possessive, as though he already knew exactly how far he could push her before she broke. "You want answers?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, laced with something far more unsettling than anger. "Alright." She has scars like the moon, and fire like the sun. She was a secret waiting to be found. He was the danger she should have run from. When their worlds collided, the truth began to unravel - along with the walls around her heart. 💗⃝🌕 Ongoing.

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