His unwanted Wife
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- Parti 3
π A cold man and a soft-hearted woman - strangers yesterday, husband and wife today - tied by fate, not choice.
π₯ In the golden glow of rituals, her innocence trembled under the weight of expectations she'd never learned to meet.
π― One bowl of halwa became a mirror of her fears, each spoonful stirring whispers she couldn't silence.
ποΈ Yet, behind his unyielding eyes, he guarded her dignity in the only way he knew - quietly, without asking for thanks.
"Tum chup rahe, magar dil keh gaya sab kuch... tumne mere saaye ko bhi apna bana liya."
π "Kuch rishte khamoshi mein bhi itne gehre hote hain... ke lafzon ki zarurat hi nahi padtti
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Prologue - His hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him. "Overreacting?" he growled, his voice dropping even lower. "Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing another man lay even a finger on you? You're mine, Riya. Only mine." Her tears began to fall freely now, streaking down her cheeks. She didn't dare move, her body froze under the weight of his possessiveness. "I didn't mean to upset you," she said softly, her voice trembling. His grip loosened slightly as he stared into her tearful eyes. For a moment, the fire in his gaze softened, replaced by something deeper, darker. Without warning he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was fierce, desperate, a raw display of his dominance and his need to claim her. Riya gasped against his lips, her tears mingling with the intensity of the moment. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, but he didn't let her go. Instead, his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he was afraid she might slip away. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, and his voice softened, though it still carried the edge of his obsession. "I don't know how to love softly, Riya. My love for you is a fire, and it will burn anyone who dares come close. Even, if you let them." -----
His Wife β (#1 The Sacred Entanglement.)
Previously Known as Humesha With A Twist He was a broken soul.. never gets what he wanted.. She was bubbly chirpy girl gets whatever she wants.. If he is darkness.. Then she is the light.. He was a monster for the world and an Arrogant introvert man.. She was just like a doll.. she loves spreading happiness and an extrovert.. He doesn't believe in HUMESHA or HAPPILY EVER AFTER as his love broke his heart and married to his own step brother.. She believes in FAIRYTALES and FOREVERS Let's see if they get Their HUMESHA or not.. Copyright Β© 2020 Alisha Ali All rights reserved.Publication of this Work to another site or forum without permission of author is strictly prohibited.. Copyright is a crime don't even try to copy my books because I won't backoff taking legal actions..
Submissive 21+/18+
Part 1 SUBMISSIVE ( ARRANGED MARRIAGE) SMUT/18+/ADULT/MATURE "We are married, and I vow to give you my last name," he whispered in my ear as we sat in front of the holy fire. "And since a relationship should be 50-50, you should vow to scream my first name." He was the CEO of the largest business in the world, a billionaire, and undeniably hot. But he had a secret: he was broken. The world feared him because of the kind of monster he was. He hated everyone. Could a monster be human? She was the fragile, innocent, and sheltered daughter of another billionaire. She knew nothing about the harsh realities of the world, as her parents had always loved and protected her. She was like spring-joyful and beautiful inside and out. Could she handle a monster as a husband? In the stark, sterile confines of his corporate empire, he reigned supreme. A man of ice, his heart as cold as the steel towers that surrounded him. She, his assistant, was merely a cog in his machine, invisible to his disdainful gaze. At home, however, a different story unfolded. They were bound by a secret marriage, a union known only to them. Yet, even within the walls of their shared sanctuary, her worth seemed to elude him. Until his best friend arrived. A charming, charismatic man who instantly captivated her. The spark of a forbidden attraction ignited within her, a flame that threatened to consume the fragile peace of their carefully constructed lives. As his friend's advances grew bolder, a dormant jealousy awoke within him. He began to claim her as his own, a possessive force that both terrified and exhilarated her. Arranged Marriage β€οΈ Dominant X Submissive πΆ Spicy/ Smut/ BDSM π₯΅ Boss X Assistant π€ Love to hate π She fell first but he fell harder π³![The Wedding Gift |18+ [ Royal Curtain's Affairs Series 1 ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/369146775-256-k221675.jpg)
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β πππππ πππππππ'π ππ π ππππ ππππππ πβ πππ πππππππ πππ π ππππ πππππ πππππππππ - πππ πππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππ - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. ππππππ πππππππ-π π ππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? ππππ & ππππππ - π ππππ πππππππ ππ ππππD "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm
Forged In Fate: Uljhi Doriya~
Yeh Moh Moh ke dhaage teri ungliyon se ja uljhe~β βͺ β’A Tale of An Artist and The Broken Soul Prisoned In Darknessβ’ ~She had the simplicity of white and knew how to combine every colour in her... ~He was colourless imprisoned in darkness... ~She never stop smiling... ~He never actually smiled.... ~She was the flower... ~Who bloomed in his darkest night... ~They had hatred in their eyes, who never meant together... |But... destiny had other other plans| ...He forced her to marry him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ β’What could be the reason that she agreed to marry him? β’What will happen when two people who hate eachother will be tied together for lifetime? β’Will they ever fall in love with eachother? β’Will they able to unfold the truth? β’Will they able to untangle the tangled threads of their deepest secrets? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me on a journey to unravel A story of Two souls bind together with a thread connecting their hearts. ββ’~βα―½β~β’β |ReyanshΓUvani|
The Love That Hurts (#Billionaire's Obsession) | β
"π»πππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππ ππππ, π΅ππ πππππ πππ πππππ ππππ πππ π" β’β’β’β’ "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. β’β’β’β’ His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."Completa
TEJNA
"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
Twisted Desires Amidst Of Fire
"I do believe in love and for me love is my passion and my reputation" - Soumya Rajput ---------------------------- I don't know about love, but If you decided to enter in my world I will never let you go and make you my prized possession because you have become mine" - Anirudh Kumawat ---------------------------- "Don't touch me you are my husband just for world", she spat out every word with coldness in her eyes but I was able to see beyond it. I smirked and said, "fine wifey let's give this world to talk something about us" before she could find meaning behind my words I placed my lips on her kissing her passionately infront of her family, friends and other guests and most importantly the media. But she being she bit my lips but I ain't giving up so soon my feisty lioness ---------------------------- Join this love-hate journey of Soumya and Anirudh with lots of twisted fights and unseen hidden pasts
Prologue - His hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him. "Overreacting?" he growled, his voice dropping even lower. "Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing another man lay even a finger on you? You're mine, Riya. Only mine." Her tears began to fall freely now, streaking down her cheeks. She didn't dare move, her body froze under the weight of his possessiveness. "I didn't mean to upset you," she said softly, her voice trembling. His grip loosened slightly as he stared into her tearful eyes. For a moment, the fire in his gaze softened, replaced by something deeper, darker. Without warning he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was fierce, desperate, a raw display of his dominance and his need to claim her. Riya gasped against his lips, her tears mingling with the intensity of the moment. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, but he didn't let her go. Instead, his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he was afraid she might slip away. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, and his voice softened, though it still carried the edge of his obsession. "I don't know how to love softly, Riya. My love for you is a fire, and it will burn anyone who dares come close. Even, if you let them." -----
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