the_meltinglines

Hi readers.  Epilogue of my book "Lawfully wedded, hated and loved" has been published. Do check ☑

farheenunfiltered

Assalamualaikum cuties ✨
          Yeh story sirf entertainment nahi, balki halal emotions, clean mohabbat aur sukoon bhari feelings ka safar hai.
          Agar aapko soft romance, boundaries ke saath pyaar aur thoda sa dard + bohot saara sabr pasand hai, toh give my story a try.
          In Sha Allah, yahan dil ko chubhne wali cheezein nahi, balki dil ko sukoon dene wali baatein milengi.
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- Chosen Love
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1608720759?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=1310reads 
          
          
          Ruhika Mehta (26) does not believe in fairy tales but love.She values stability and finds purpose in building a life she can stand on her own.
          
          Shivansh Kapoor (30)  believes in earning respect rather than demanding it. His world runs on balance sheets, compliance reports, and quiet leadership - but beneath that composed exterior is a man who feels deeply and loves deliberately.
          
          They agree to an arranged marriage, the story does not begin with love but with choice utterly unprepared for what what happen when love knocks the doors of their hearts 
          
          Chosen Love is about marriage before romance, commitment before confession, and the quiet intimacy that grows when two people decide to stand beside each other — not out of pressure, but intention.
          
                                           Tropes
          
                -Arranged Marriage
              -Slow Burn
              -He Falls Steadily
              -She Falls Quietly
              -Loyal Partners
              -Marriage Before Love
              -Career Woman x Self-Made Man
              -Emotional Intimacy 
              -Mutual Respect

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"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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 #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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