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Aaina was still in the parking, she texted her future husband, " I'm busy so I couldn't come to meet you, I'm sorry." Harsh's phone buzzes, he received a message from his fiance, He read it replied, "Ok." Aaina roughly drove towards her home. She locked herself in the room and cried hard. Nobody sees her except Khushi. Khushi didn't tell anyone about this, but she tried to interact with her but failed. Harsh drove his car towards the pub, where he never goes before. His blood is boiling in anger. He felt bad for kissed by Jahnavi but he is hurt because Aaina hugged someone else.

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( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

“She told me that Arbaaz Bhai shot her husband and forcefully married her over the dead body of her husband. Is this true?” “Yes, this is true. And to know more about her story, please read ‘YOU BELONG TO ME’. You will get your answer in that book. Till then, let me enjoy my time with you.”, Aarvik winked. “Now, as promised, I want you to give me a French Kiss” . “No way!”, Pravi almost shouted when she heard Aarvik’s words. He smirked and sat on the bed comfortably while watching his wife, who was staring at him as if he had grown two heads.

“Eh, Nosa, aren't you still walking with Gladis? Then why is Om Sasongko still telling me to find a candidate for you? Or, haven't you got your blessing yet? " "No need to answer your question Wib. I'm already tired of trying to get Gladis to win over them. But still nothing. That's why I haven't gotten married until now. " “You are still picky too. But I'm surprised, my aunt seems very familiar with Kaylila. That's a harsh code, Nosa. You must understand the sign. "Wibisono apparently agreed with Nosa. It seems that what Wibisono said has a point."By the way, where did you meet Kaylila, do you know each other?""This afternoon there was a little accident, when I came home from lunch."Nosa th

Tears slip down my cheeks. My chest aches as memories pour in. I remember us sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window in our apartment, our fingers entwined, lips still warm from the love we’d just made. He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder and whispered, “If it’s a girl, we’ll name her Arya,” his arm wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go. “And if it’s a boy?” I asked. “I don’t want a boy. I want a girl just like you.” he kissed my lips lightly.

she muttered, her voice low, trembling with disgust and disbelief. He didn’t even flinch. “It *is* love.” His voice was calm—too calm—and that made it worse. “But not the kind you read about in fairytales. Mine doesn’t sit quietly in a corner waiting for a chance. Mine claws. It devours. It haunts.” He took a step closer, eyes dark and sharp. “It’s love, Asha. Just a version that bleeds into obsession and crosses the lines good men don’t go near. But it’s still love. It’s just—*mine*. On my terms ”

hahaha. Me: you! (Fuming) 😠 that's why I don't like you. Armaan: sweetheart, the feeling is mutual. 😜 *Exchanging glares* 😡😡 Me: go to hell. No one's getting another chapter. (Huffs) I need to start working on my other story too for MY fans. 😑 Armaan: such a selfish girl. Tsk tsk. My poor Ayesha. She had to stick with someone soo selfish. 😒

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a brief, punishing kiss that tasted of gunpowder and raw adrenaline. "Never," Julian murmured against her mouth. They turned away from the workbench, bursting through the heavy iron door and plunging straight into the howling mountain storm, ready to finish the war they had started.