The Unwanted Marriage

The Unwanted Marriage

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture35 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., juil. 30, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
"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. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 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. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "This story is mine and purely based on my imagination." "Do Not Copy 🚫" "Don't Repost 🚫" "The characters used are not related to anything, but are just fictional." "The photos used used belongs to its rightful owner." "The Cover was made by me."
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⚠⚠ This was my first ever FF and it's highly cliche, cheesy and hopelessly romantic so if you don't like such stuff, this isn't for you⚠⚠ HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in arnavsinghraizada on (17.7.18) #2 in arnavsinghraizada on (13.7.18) #3 in "barunsobti" on (11.7.18) #4 in "ipkknd" on (17.8.18) #4 in "barunsobti" on (6.7.18) #5 in "reunion" on (10.8.18) #8 in "reunion" on (8.8.18) #14 in "reunion" on (17.6.18) Shayam fished out the gun from his back pocket pointing it towards Arnav. Khushi's eyes widened in fear as she saw the scene infront of her. She felt her heart pounding in her chest painfully. "Aa..Arnav-ji.." She stuttered. But Arnav paying no heed towards her call, started taking steps towards Shayam. "Arnav-ji no..." Khushi tried to stop him. But Arnav kept moving towards Shayam, glaring him all the while. Shayam started taking back steps, still keeping Arnav at gun point and spoke, "Arnav, stop....I swear I will fire..." He threatened trying to stop Arnav. But Arnav paying no heed to his threat reached near him in two long strides and held his hand which was carrying gun. Shayam started struggling in his hold trying to squirm out of his grip. Khushi's felt her heart had stopped beatng. She got afraid because the gun was still pointed towards Arnav despite his hold on it. "Arnav-ji.." "ASR" Khushi and the officer spoke at the same time trying to convince him to loose his hold but Arnav was adamant. His grip tightened more as he tried to get the gun from Shayam. Both started struggling to get the grip. "Arnav-ji leave it...goli chal jaegi...the bullet can hurt you. Please leave it... Arnav-ji... please leave it..." Khushi pleaded with tears falling down her eyes. And her pleads fell in deaf ears. Both the men kept on fighting, trying to get the hold of gun. And then, a loud shot of fire echoed in the room followed by a loud painful mascular scream. "ASR!!!!!!" "ARNAV-JIII!!!!!" Cover credit:@SujzWriter

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