Adhikritsangwan

Really sorry to post here ❤️ I hope it’s alright. I just thought readers who like intense slow-burn stories with army men and complicated marriages might enjoy this ✨
          
          “Tum jaanti ho na… main yeh shaadi nahi chahta tha.”
          
          She nodded quietly.
          
          “Ji.”
          
          He studied her for a moment.
          
          “Phir bhi maan gayi?”
          
          Her fingers tightened around the edge of her dupatta.
          
          “Kyuki bachpan se sikhaya gaya hai… ek fauji ki biwi pati se sawaal nahi karti.”
          
          He let out a quiet breath.
          
          “Aur agar main kabhi tumhe biwi ka haq hi na doon toh?”
          
          For the first time she looked up at him.
          
          “Toh bhi nibhaungi… kyuki mujhe yahi sikhaya gaya hai.”
          
          ✨
          
          1970s.
          Army cantonments.
          A world of discipline, reputation, and duty before love.
          
          Men who know how to face bullets and borders…but suddenly find themselves tied to marriages they never even wanted.
          
          ✨ A soldier who never planned to have a wife
          ✨ A girl raised only to obey
          ✨ A relationship that begins with distance instead of love
          
          And somewhere between salutes, pride, silence, and unspoken tension…something begins to change.
          
          ❤️ Arranged Marriage
          ❤️ Age Gap
          ❤️ Army Officer × Shy Bride
          ❤️ 1970s Setting
          ❤️ Slow Burn
          
          If you enjoy stories like this, you might like checking out Salutes and Sindoor ❤️✨https://www.wattpad.com/story/408367823?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Drssch

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..."
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/393435757?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Niti_Ink
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