Claimed by destiny 🌌

Claimed by destiny 🌌

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Sep 22, 2025
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1st in ADORE series *** "say it again " she whispered loudly enough to listen him "yes you are nothing to me, i will let u die rather than to hurt her ,get away from my face" he said furiously ignoring her feelings her effort and something also she was going to tell him she smiled in pain " So thats my destiny, you showed my place already, ishq Mubarak hukum sa" she said and ran from there in the rainy night ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "please where are you i will die please give me one chance" he screamed in raining in the middle of the road never thought he can go this far for someone but she was nowhere close to him her essence was gone she was gone... Even after being the best and the clever and a king he never acknowledged his queen.... In the world where she was ready for ready for love He was not steady for love Tied in a forceful marriage A loveless bond Did abhimaan will ever realise it? Or She will be gone forever?
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"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

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