𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍-𝐄-𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈[ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪꜱ]

"Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski."

Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his.

"Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant.
He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho."

"Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling.
"I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife."

Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?"

His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war."

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𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥,𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

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