Ek Aisi Bhi Mohabbat

Ek Aisi Bhi Mohabbat

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"I can't leave him. He can't leave me. And if destiny tears us apart... we'd rather die than be separated." I used to read love stories, hoping to feel that kind of love one day. But reality gave me a cruel check-those stories were just fiction. No one ever loved me like that... and deep down, I never believed anyone could. I never even wanted to get married. The fear of ending up with someone like my father haunted me. Then I met him. In college, when I was broken and guarded, he found me. He loved me when I couldn't love myself. He heard me when I couldn't speak. He stayed when I would've left. He made me believe in love again. But just when everything felt real... destiny began its cruel game. Yes, love brings pain. But I never imagined it could break me like this. Still-he can't let go, and neither can I. This isn't just a love story. It's the story of fighting for love when the world wants you to give up.
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༺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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