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Rivaan_hu_yaawr
#NEW BOOKS "Why are you here?" he demanded, voice a low growl, words trembling on the edge of rage. "In my territory. In my empire. What do you want?" V.S. took a step forward. One deliberate, measured step. The click of her boots echoed through the marble, sharp and intrusive-like a warning. "You," she said, voice calm, steady, chillingly intimate. "Mr. Raghuvanshi." Raghav's blood ran hot. Fury ignited, spreading like wildfire under his skin. He took two quick, sharp steps back-not in fear, but in preparation, predator acknowledging prey. "Don't you dare come near me," he snapped, voice dropping to deadly calm, his hand drifting toward his gun. "I already have the world's prettiest wife. I don't allow anyone else near me." She didn't step back. Didn't flinch. Instead, the rage in her eyes softened ever so slightly, revealing a different layer-cold, poised, untouchable. "Maybe," she said quietly, almost casually, almost amused, "I'm prettier than her." Every word struck him, sharp as a knife. His hand tightened around the gun, knuckles white, calm and lethal fury coiled like a spring in his chest. "Leave. Now," he warned, voice low, measured, every syllable carrying the weight of lethal intent. "Or I won't think twice before shooting you where you stand." Her voice softened. Not surrendering. Not frightened. Almost intimate. "Your wife," she said quietly, her tone eerily calm, "is very lucky." https://www.wattpad.com/story/406993657?utm_source=android&utm_med
HopelessRomanticPoo
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Taengsic_553
dc_versee
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Asbachaudharyy
#MAFIA_SERIES Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. https://www.wattpad.com/story/400266339?utm_source=android&utm_med __________________
chaoticllymine
pearly_damn
"Seedha khadi rahiye," he murmured, tone innocent, hands... not so much.
As he wrapped the saree around her, his fingers lingered at her bare waist a second longer than necessary. Just enough to make her shoulders tense. Once-very lightly-he pinched her side.
She gasped. "R-Raghav-!"
"Shhh," he said smoothly. "Saree pehna raha hoon."
Liar.
He leaned in slightly to fix the pleats, fingers brushing against her back where the blouse dipped low. His touch was warm, teasing, unhurried.
Vanya's breath turned shallow.
Pagal hai yeh aadmi, she thought, heart racing.
Subah-subah hi shuru ho gaye.
He noticed the way she stiffened, the way her hands clenched at her sides.
And smiled to himself.
"Relax," he whispered, voice low near her ear.
"Aapne hi kaha tha... main pehna doon."
She swallowed, cheeks burning, eyes fixed stubbornly on the wall in front of her.
Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai... yeh mujhe jaan-boojh ke tang karte hai.
Behind her, Raghav was enjoying himself far too much.
But beneath the teasing, his touch stayed careful. Protective. Familiar. Like he knew exactly where the line was-and exactly how to make her feel seen, wanted, flustered.
As he worked on the pleats, he thought quietly:
> "Itni pyaari lag rahi hai woh,
aur unhein khud bhi ehsaas nahi,
har ek muskurahat qatl-e-aam karti hai,
aur woh masoom si, is raaz se anjaan hi sahi."
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Asbachaudharyy
#MAFIA_SERIES Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. https://www.wattpad.com/story/400266339?utm_source=android&utm_m __________________
starlightt3782
✨ Unlabelled Love ✨
Some stories don’t need labels—they just need to be felt.
This is a journey of Samaira & Shaan, two souls caught between chaos, longing, and a love that refuses to be defined.
If you’ve ever loved silently, fought your own heart, or dreamed of something more—this story is yours.
Dive in. Feel every heartbeat. Live every unspoken word.
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