Sampai Kau Jadi Milikku Novels & Stories

main chehra ban jaaoon tumhara Tum mera darpan ban jaao (x2) (Whenever I see you Just go into the depth of your eyes I'll become your face You become my mirror) Samarth :~ Janam janam jo saath nibhaaye Ek aisa bandhan ban jaao (x2) Ek dooje mein aao chalo hum Aise aaj Samaa jaayen (x2) Ek door mein aao chalo Hum aise aaj sama jaayein

Love yourself! END.

Tonight, you will become mine. ……………………………………

"Why's a good girl like you wasting your existence over a man who doesn't give a fuck about you?" "I..." her voice trailed off as he fingered her clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her. "Answer me, bellissima." His Italian, spoken in that pussy-throbbing deep voice, almost made her cum on the spot. "I love Charlie," she whispered. "If you really loved him, you wouldn't be here right now, opening your thighs wide like a good girl for me. Would you?" She opened her mouth to answer, but he was thrusting two fingers into her wet folds already. Her eyes rolled back, her breath shuddering out.

"Alexa, play 'I'll Never Break Your Heart' by the Backstreet Boys." The smooth, nostalgic 90s R&B beat filled the kitchen. "That is literally my favourite song!" I gasped, a massive grin splitting my face. "Okay, my turn. What's your favourite dessert?"

Your love has taught me the future is a canvas waiting to be painted with the vibrant hues of love, trust, and understanding. I love you not only for who you are but for who you've helped me become. You've shown me the power of compassion, the beauty of vulnerability, and the strength that lies in embracing our imperfections. With you, I have found my home, my solace, and my greatest joy.

I smiled as my finger traced her face, “I thought that was exactly what you was…” “Very funny! My point being is that life is what you make it. If you want to be that rich guy that has parties and doesn’t study, then that is your choice. If you want to be the rich guy that cleans his apartment and doesn't spend time with anyone. Then again, that’s your choice…” “And if I want to be that rich guy that kisses you. Then what?” She purred as she drew closer to me like a magnet. “Then, you're welcome.”

As she reached the second half of her recital, the way the words seemed to line up with my situation was almost uncanny. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close... not even a little bit... not even at all. And that was the moment I finally had my answer. "Are you ok, Al?" Nate's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts, as I suddenly became aware that the tears were now streaming down my cheek rather uncontrollably.

She was supposed to talk back to the bad thoughts. You are a good person. You do deserve all the good things. You never asked for anything bad to happen. You worked hard to get better. You are not a whore. You are not a Junkie. You deserve to be happy…

Celine stood up to go get her water. “ I hate feeling this way, I hate feeling like I put myself first before others. I grew up hustling and putting you first not this rubbish life I’m in. I don’t think I can continue with all this Kai” Amanda said cleaning her tears for kaila to hold her hands.