Adwaitranawatt
Hello dear reader please try my book, it's a romcom. I am sure you would love it.
Blurb.
#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.
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Niti_Ink
Hi,
Can you please read only 1 or 2 chapters of this book and continue only if you like it but do give it a chance....i promise you won't regret it....
Aap... yahan?"
He stopped just inches away.
Too close.
Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears.
" Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..."
"Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan...
(leaning in, lips almost touching hers)
please don't stop me..."
The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them.
But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened.
The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation.
Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks...
"Roshni...Tum meri ho..."
"Rudra... I..."
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