Author_aarvika

Hi dear,
          Sorry to post my story here but I hope you don't mind,
          
          Here's a glimpse of my story, I hope you read it 🤍 
          
          "I know everything about you and I am doing this marriage just for my family. They want me to get married. "Hame aapke past se koi problem nahi hai... aur kabhi hogi bhi nahi. yeh vaada h hmara aapse" he paused and then again continued,
          
          "I promise you my loyalty but about love....", he took a deep breath before continuing again "I can never love you. So don't expect that from me, and for your daughter....... I promise to give her the love of a father and fulfill every single need of her"
          
          (For some reason I couldn't paste the link of my book, you can get it through my profile)
          
          Love 🤍🤍,
          Author aarvika

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shonawrts

If you're looking for a good rom-com, mysterious, suspens and comedy type story, then you should definitely read this one — 
          
          Naintara: Her Arranged Husband
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/399037571?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=shonawritess
          
          ———
          
          My back hit the wall, and before I could process anything, he caged me in completely.
          His arms rested on either side of my shoulders, trapping me between his tall frame and the cold wall behind me.
          
          I didn’t know why… but my heartbeat started racing like a bullet train.
          
          “W-what are you doing?” I whispered, hating how my voice trembled.
          God, why am I stuttering?
          
          “You said na I’m shy,” he replied, looking straight into my eyes—unyielding, intense, like he could see right through me.
          
          I didn’t even realize when I nodded. My body reacted faster than my brain.
          
          “N-no.. I didn’t mean that,” I tried to say, but before I could think, it was already too late.
          
          He had already pinned both of my hands above my head with one of his, his grip firm but careful.
          His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me impossibly closer—close enough that my breath tangled with his.
          
          “No,” he whispered against my ear, his voice low and warm.
          “Let me show you… what your ‘shy’ husband can actually do.”
          
          ——
          
          He fell first. For him, love means Naintara.
          But she doesn’t believe in love; love means nothing to her!
          
          On their wedding night itself, she told him not to expect anything from her.
          
          Will they be able to live together?
          Will she ever accept him as her husband?