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Jaan trust me your blush will take my breath one day..... She hug him hearing this. ... Ibrahim says now tell who you are? She blushes again and says I am mehak Ibrahim khan.... Good girl now tell me who you belong to? I belongs to you Mr Ibrahim khan..... Good girl says Ibrahim..... Now get ready not to sleep whole night saying this he capture his lips with her! So this is the cute romantic chapter hope you all like it!

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."

When she saw Taranya step into the house, slightly breathless and unusually quiet, a small blush tugged at the young girl's cheeks. She didn’t say anything. But the spark had bloomed. A spark of attractiveness. Of feelings. Of another tragedy. And Aarunya knew. Love, like revenge, always found a way to bloom, even in the darkest soil. *** How was the chapter ? Thoughts on Aarunya? Did you like the scene between Abhimanyu and Taranya?

*** •Book 2) His FORBIDDEN Love {Story of SHAURYA Arjun Kashyap and JIYA Rajput} ~Blurb:- Shaurya had never felt it, the need for things. He was a man of passion but never in his life, he had let his desires overpower him. He was always in control of himself. Because she was his SALVATION. At this moment, he felt his throat dry of deep thirst like he had been deprived of water for months when his eyes landed on her lips.

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Har gham sang tere sehna ji Main taa tere naal hi rehna ji Har gham sang tere sehna ji Jo jag se kaha na jaaye woh Mujhko bas tujhse kehna ji Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Tere ishq mein jogi hona Mainu jogi hona Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Tere ishq mein jogi hona.. Mainu jogi hona... When Abhimanyu found that all the time she was looking at him only, he can't help but blush. Constant teasings from Virat and Piya were making his condition worse. At this moment, he just wanted to grab her face and kiss her senselessly, telling the entire world that Yes! He loves her! And she is all his. Main laakh sambhal ke jaani

****** ~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.”

He will make her feel special and then he will give her the shock just like he got. Hazaaron Mein Kisi Ko Taqdeer Aisi Such good fortune is attained by those who are one in a million Mili Hai Ik Ranjha Aur Heer Jaisi One is like Ranjha and the other one is like Heer (This is a reference to Heer-Raanjha/Raanjhanaa, a famous romantic couple in Indian History, similar to Romeo-Juliet. But here Heer is referring to the girl and Raanjha is referring to the boy)

“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.”