Ek Haseena Thi Ek Deewana Tha
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MatureComplete Tue, Jul 1, 202516m
Shanaya stood there, glowing in a blood-red satin gown. The fire in her eyes was colder than the December wind.
Across from her stood Kabir-the man who once kissed her soul and then ripped it apart.
Beside Shanaya stood Aarav, Kabir's own son...holding her hand like she was his entire universe.
She stepped closer to Kabir, heels clicking like warning shots on marble. Her voice was soft. Almost sweet. Deadly.
"You left me to protect your family... funny how your family belongs to me now."
She leaned in, inches from his trembling face, a ghost of a smirk on her lips.
"You destroyed me, Kabir. So I did what any broken woman would do... I became unforgettable."
And with that, she turned her back to him. Holding Aarav's hand tighter, she walked away-
leaving the man who once meant everything, with nothing.
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Completed ✓ *********** In the dim solitude of his room, she sat in the shadows, a broken figure consumed by an endless stream of tears. "Kabir Singhaniya, you have stolen my very essence, the essence that once fueled my hopes and aspirations. You have extinguished the fire that burned within me, leaving only a void where passion once dwelled. My life, once filled with purpose and meaning, now lies in ruins at your feet." Her eyes, once filled with the spark of determination, were now glazed with sorrow. But beyond the physical devastation, she lamented the loss of her soul. _________ #OBSESSION: The Tainted Devotion.Complete
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The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)
"Are you sure about this, Kabir?" Ayaan asked. "Yes." "Dad won't be happy if he gets a hint of what you are doing," he said again. "He won't be happy with me anyway," Kabir said, taking a long drag of his cigarette before crushing it under his shoes. His emerald orbs burning with a rage that could destroy the world. "And it was supposed to be him instead of me doing what was correct," he said looking out of the window. "What if you are wrong?" Ayaan asked. The moment Kabir turned around and looked directly into him, Ayaan straightened his back and said, "Her details are there in the file." "What about other arrangements?" Kabir asked while glancing at the file. "Ready." "Good," Kabir said, opening the file and looking at a girl's picture, "we will meet soon, Ziniya."
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