Naam Marandha Kadhal
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Nethra × Aadhav
The corridor outside the library was unusually quiet, soaked in golden afternoon silence. Nethra walked slowly, a book clutched to her chest, lost in her own soft thoughts.
And then-
A sudden hand.
A gasp muffled.
An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back, silencing her with a palm against her lips.
Before she could scream, she was dragged into an empty classroom and slammed gently against the wall. Her book fell to the floor with a soft thud.
Her eyes widened in panic - until she saw him.
Aadhav.
Her lips moved, mouthing his name in silence. A name that never left her throat.
But before she could say anything more, her palm met his cheek with a sharp crack. His head turned from the impact, but his eyes burned darker when they met hers again.
He stepped closer.
And without a word-he kissed her. Fiercely. Desperately. Like she was the war he'd already lost.
She shoved him back with all her might and slapped him again. This time, harder. Her breath was ragged with rage and shock.
But Aadhav only smiled.
His fingers wrapped around her throat-not choking, but firm enough to freeze her.
"I warned you," he whispered against her lips.
And he kissed her again, even harder.
She bit his lip to break free-tasting blood and defiance. He flinched, but didn't stop.
As she raised her hand for a third slap, his grip caught her wrist mid-air.
"If you slap me again," he growled, his voice rough and low, "I'll kiss you again."
Nethra yanked her hand free, her chest heaving with fury and something she couldn't name. She turned and stormed out, leaving the door swinging behind her.
Aadhav stood still, wiping the blood from his lip. His eyes didn't leave her retreating figure.
"She still feels it," he whispered to himself. "She still burns."
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~Concluida
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Swastika~ His unexpected soulmate
(#2 of 'Thakur Brother's' series) "Who bring you here?" He questioned in deep husky voice, I shivered again unknowingly, my tears falling down like a river. His gaze dipping into my soul, I couldn't hold his intense gaze and lowered my lashes. "Did you can't hear?" He said, in little bit loud voice, I tightly shut my eyes squeezing them, I want to tell him everything. How I bought up here, what happened with me but I can't able to utter a single word thinking about there threats. I hide my face pressing on my thighs, I placed my right hand on my mouth to control myself for crying out infront of him. "Can you tell me everything?" I slowly lifted my head just a bit, slightly opening my tearing lashes to looked at him, his expression were completely blank and expressionless. I pressed my lips and try to gather some courage to atleast speak a word, I opened my trembling lips. "I-I don't know-w, who-o are they," Somehow I managed to say trying to control my outburst, his eyebrows thinned in a line. I'm trying to control myself but when I saw his expression getting changed, I pressed my body backward, seeing him taking steps towards me. "Did someone make you unconscious," He questioned in most deep and dangerous voice I ever heard before, I gulped nervously. I bit my lower lips I couldn't help my tears were not stopping from flowing from my eyes, being confused and afraid. I keep looking at him, tightly clutching on the fabric over my chest, he eyebrows thinned in line. "I ask you something, did you hear me?" He said gritting his teeth, I tightly pressed my thighs on my chest looking at his scary face expression. He clutched his jaw, I feel I will die just feeling his intense glare on my face, I bit my inner cheeks harshly. "REMOVE YOUR SAREE," My life shattered into tiny fragments, just like a broken mirror. Do I ever have a peaceful life? Copyright ©️ 2024 Warning : The story contains mature content
His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.
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