The Unwanted Marriage
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Dernière publication mer., juil. 30, 2025
"Please.. Aap mere sath Aisa kyu kar rhe hai..? Maine aapka kya bigada hai..? Aap mujhe akela kyu nhi chod dete.."
Khushi said, her eyes filled with tears, looking down to not make eye contact with him.
"Look at me.. Tum Janti ho.. that I love you.. me tumhare bina nhi reh sakta.. I love you so much.. or tumhe bhi ab mere sath rehne ki adat dal leni chahiye.."
Zayn said, moving closer to her and cupping her face to make her look at him.
"This is not love.. You are just obsessed.."
Khushi said, her tears streaming down her face.
"Then obsession it is.. but I won't let you go.. No matter what.. Never.."
He said locking his eyes with her, looking at her lovingly, he leans down and press his lips on hers, kissing her gently, that soon turned into an aggressive one, snatching her breath away.
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KHUSHI KHAN.
She was an introvert, always feeling shy to interact with others, but also ready to help when she was needed.
And that 'little help', is what it took to get her freedom snatched away from her.
ZAYN MIRZA.
A cold hearted business man, but the moment her saw her, He was captivated by her beauty, As if the whole crowd became empty, the only one he could see was her, standing just a few steps away from him, smiling while giving her umbrella to him in the rain, and he knew,
HE WANTED HER,
SHE WAS MADE TO BE HIS,
AND HE WAS GONNA MAKE SURE THAT SHE WOULD BE HIS.
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