Will you leave me again?( On Hold)
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(it's just an introduction in a spicy way)
The reunion glittered with voices, glasses clinking, music humming in the background-but Aditya heard none of it.
He only saw her.
Shikha in a pure red saree. Dazzling, devastating, fragile. Her long hair spilling like silk over her back, hiding the scar she carried like an unspoken wound.
The second their eyes locked, she froze, then instinctively stepped back. Step by step, until the wall stopped her escape. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her fingers twisting at her pallu, when he moved closer-slow, deliberate, unshakable.
Aditya caged her with one arm against the wall, his other hand sliding gently through her long hair, brushing it aside. His fingertips grazed her bare back, tracing the faint scar she thought no one would dare touch.
Her breath trembled. "Aditya... don't," she whispered, voice quivering. "I'm not that girl you loved in college. Ranvijay broke me, used me, left me with scars I can't erase. I'm a mother now, with a child who depends on me. I can't... I can't move on. Even if a part of me..." her lips trembled, "...even if a part of me has started to love you."
Aditya leaned in, so close his forehead brushed hers. The space between them pulsed, heavy with everything unsaid. His eyes dropped to her lips, his breath mingling with hers-yet he stopped, holding the tension like fire trapped in glass.
His hand pressed gently against her scar, his voice breaking the silence in a vow softer than a whisper:
"Shikha, scars don't make you unworthy of love. They make you human. And I swear... I will never let yours be the reason you hold back from happiness again."
The air crackled between them-an almost-kiss that burned more than a real one ever could.
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"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.
Sweetest Sin
She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........
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corrupted Desires
force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨
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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