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*********Ishita POV****** Two months before..... I was in Mumbai. I got a call from my parents. They asked me my opinion on the marriage all of sudden. I didn't understand why they were asking me about marriage. I believe in love but I never met any person till the day who I felt special. When they asked me to marry their friend's son, I agreed. From my childhood, I heard a lot about our parent's friend jhanavi aunties, and Abhi's uncle's love story. I was happy to be their daughter-in-law, but I wanted to meet his son before our marriage is fixed.

At least I found a family where I'm loved and accepted. "You know Shayari , your bade abbu's love story is the most interesting one among us. He and his love, obsession and madness for his doll. Adwitiya bhabhi was a lucky girl but don't know was it her or their destiny that played the cruel part." Ryan chachu said. " is it? "Adeel bhai jaan (Azisha's husband) asked " Yes it is. They were so perfect for each other. I admired them more than abbu and ammi. And they also knew it. "Azisha Api

What is happening with me and why? "Did you feel something Rajkumari or something happened?" he asked but I shook my head in no "Yuvraj Avadesh I know you have won the war against us and now you're the new ruler of this kingdom. Everything makes sense but your demand to marry me even knowing that I'm betrothed to someone else does not make any sense. I don't want to marry you because I love my fiancé. I only want to marry him. Our marriage will turn out to be a disaster, nothing else. It will be a loveless relationship. And I don't want any of us to suffer from that "I told him honestly

“Even so, I still want her to take the tests, to see how she does. “If she did, I'd be even more unhappy. It's much better if you don't try. — Can I send you a book as a present? “You don't need my permission to send gifts to the students. Perhaps madame would not feel so confident if she saw the list of books: one by Saul Bellow, one by Durrell , and a realistic story about miners' life in Yorkshire during the depression of the thirties. The kind of reading that parents didn't think was recommended for young Iranian girls. More than a week has passed and the weather in Tehran has become less cold. The trees were in bloom and the garden around the school was full of new growth. As the Muslim

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

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“So much more than Finn deserves. You’re overflowing for me, aren’t you, boo?” Rissa tried to push his hand away, but her strength was gone, replaced by a heavy, pulsing ache that only he knew how to satisfy. She was drowning in the alcohol and his touch, and leaning in to her desire while her husband’s brother claimed every inch of her. Rissa had already given in to his touch, she let out a soft, shuddering moan and leaned into his touch, her body acting on an instinct she had suppressed for far too long. She reached up, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled his face down to hers.

“A girl your age should be reading résumés. Of eligible bachelors.” Jaiyana rolled her eyes, lifting her book just enough to show the cover: The Cities of the Indus Valley. “Nani, you can’t be serious. I’m not marrying a man because of his résumé.” Padma tilted her head, the silver bangles at her wrist catching the light as she adjusted the edge of her sari. A knowing smile tugged at her lips. “Child, love matches are like fireworks. They are bright, loud, and over far too quickly. Security — now that burns like an oil lamp. Steady. Dependable. Generational.”

“One sister. Anika Suryavanshi. Final year in college. Lives at home.” “Financial status?” “Middle-class. No loans. No legal issues. No hidden assets. Savings are modest. Lifestyle is simple.” I leaned back slightly. Clean. Too clean. No scandals. No chaos. No drama. Just a structured, predictable family that functioned on routine and emotional stability. Aadhya didn’t come from broken spaces. She came from a world that worked. “And the proposal?” I asked. Suraj looked down at his screen again. “Name — Rohan Iyer. Software engineer based in Bangalore. Family approached Aadhya’s parents last week. He’s in Mumbai currently.”