Prikshit's Pov
We were all having breakfast when Dadi broke the silence at the breakfast table.
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The Saga of Politics, Love, Betrayals, Duties, and Responsibilities •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Congratulations, Abhiraaj, you are going to become a father," Tejasvini said, hugging her son, but he was shocked. 'How could this happen?' he thought. He looked at her. Her cheeks are already stained with tears. When everyone left, he asked with an expressionless face, "The child is his?" Her world stopped, and she felt like someone stabbed her heart. Her heart shattered in a million pieces, and she felt broken for the first time. She never felt like this, even after so many betrayals. More tears welled up in her eyes. His back is facing her. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are bloodshot red. He never imagined that, above all, she would ever betray him like this, that she would be unfaithful in this marriage.
Music was his life, flowing through his veins like blood. She was always immersed in his music. His heart had been broken once, and since then, he had never truly connected with anyone. He had millions of admirers. But she only loved one. What will happen when these two travelers, walking completely different paths, collide? ******************* “Toh kya sach mai maan lu ke 2 mulaqaton mein mohabbat ho gayi hai aapko? Pehli ki yaad mai shayariyan ab tak likhte hain aap or 2 choti choti mulaqaton mein ab aapko Ishq bhi ho gya? (So, should I really believe that you’ve fallen in love in just two meetings? You still write poetry reminiscing about the first one, and now, after just two brief encounters, you’ve fallen in love too?)" Taalika asked in one breath, and Sufiyan's eyes widened in surprise because her family hadn't told her about Nasrin. So how does she know he was thinking? “Excuse me?” “What? Every Shayar is a heartbroken man. Okay. So, it's not hard to guess. I know you never talked about any past relationships in any of your interviews, but it's not hard to guess after listening to your heart-wrenching Shayari (poetry); it’s not at all difficult to guess.” Taalika said what was her real reason for denial because that's what she assumed, but little did she know her assumption was right while Sufiyan was torn apart if he would laugh or cry at her innocent question. “These are just stereotypes,” Sufiyan said with a soft chuckle. Taalika argued instantly. “But 99.09% of the time this stereotype is right.“ Her constant resistance forced Sufiyan to accept. “Then there are new rumors all over the internet that I started writing romantic Shayari for someone, then don't you believe that?” “How could I know?” “Because I wrote every single one just for you.” He said it in the heat of the moment and then froze for a moment. Taalika was also stunned after hearing his words. “Huh!” That's all that came out of her mouth, and her lips are slightly parted in surprise. “Wo hirni si aankhen aap hi ki hai jinhone mere sur taal bigad diye or mujhe baar baar mudke dekhne pe majbur kar diya. (Those doe-like eyes are yours, the very ones that disrupted my rhythm and compelled me to look back again and again.)” Sufiyan finally confessed that he never confessed to anyone.
The Story of Childhood Enemies Divided by religion but united by their broken souls. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Marry me." Veer said, nonchalantly sipping his coffee. "Excuse me?" Noor asked in disbelief. "Are you even deaf now?" "I will never marry you. Not even in my nightmare." "Just a contract marriage for a year. otherwise marrying you? huh... never." "What do you think of yourself, Veer Singh Randhawa? Nikkah is not a joke." She replied, fuming in anger. "I know that's why I'm choosing you. You hate me as much as I hate you. So you will never fall for my charms, and you are rich, so you will never agree to this contract just for money. simple." He replied, flashing his toothy smile. "Breathing the same air with you is poisonous for me; how could you even imagine that I would ever agree with such nonsense of yours? I would prefer to die rather than be your fake wife." She replied, getting up from her seat and storming out. ____________________________ "Bhai-bhaijaan (brother). He is ve-veer my husband." She shuttered, and her brother was enraged in anger. "You know he is a Hindu." Her brother asked with a clenched jaw. "ye-yes..." Before she could complete her sentence, her brother raised his hand to slap her, and she closed her eyes. but the blow never hit her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Veer holding her brother's hand. "Mr. Shah, no one has a right to raise his or her hand on my wife, Noor Veer Singh Randhawa. Not even her brother." Veer said, smiling, and left his hand.
🔞 warning ⚠️ the book will contain many mature scenes and language as well. I am already giving a triggered warning here. So better start reading before making your mind. ________________________________ This book is going to tell the story of when fire meets fire. What will happen when the God of Death meets a devil in disguise of an angel ? To know more about them, read the prologue, and if you have already read the prologue, then be ready for the crazy, lusty, and dark ride.
This is a short book based in the era of 1960's so I can't give more discription here you have to read and find out 😊 ________________________________ This story delicate to the army wives and the families of our soldiers. Kaynat was just 19 when she get married. She didn't even get a chance to see her husband because he left when his duty calls. After 2 years of lonely marriage, she met a stranger. That Stranger doesn't seem like a stranger at all. He saved her from being molested and something happened that changed her life forever.
Samriddhi is a hardworking girl whose only dream is to make her mother proud. In her life, her mother's failed married life created the biggest insecurities in her life. The only thing she is afraid of is getting committed to or falling for someone. She is afraid of getting attached because her insecurities and fears always make her think that she will end up like her mother. She has the same fate as her mother. But as we know, destiny always plays games, and this happened to her when Henry came into her life. Despite every denial, he is not ready to give up on her. "It's clear. You are always here, and you even missed your meeting when I was locked in the storage room." She replied confidently but took a step back. "Who told you that?" He asked, taking another step toward her. "I know that, and the proof is in today's paper and all over the media," she replied, taking another step back. "It has nothing to do with you, and don't you dare say that again that you are not worth it because nothing is more important than you." He replied, And now her back is hitting the wall, and he is just two steps away from her. "Why me?" she questioned him out of the blue. "Ask yourself," he replied. Is she going to fall for him? Or are the walls around her heart going to melt? Will Henry be able to make her believe in love?
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞This story will contain violence and highly mature content. So if you are not comfortable, then this story is not for you. Just simply walk away if you are still here, then read at your own risk. ___________________________________________ Her Guardian Angel "Sign them," Victor said nonchalantly. "What is this?" Roseline asked, shuddering, looking at the paper in front of her. "divorce papers." Victor replied, not even looking at her. "Please don't. Don't do this, please." She pleaded, folding her hands in front of him. "Just do the damn signatures or want me to punish you?" Victor asked, clenching her jaw tightly. "Victor please. I'm begging you. I will never bother you and will stay in a corner, but please don't throw me out of my house, please, Victor." She pleaded on her knees. "Where will I go? I have no one, please." "Oh." He laughed maniacally. "Don't worry, darling, you don't have to worry about that because I have sold you to a rich person." he said, and her eyes wide open in shock. "Sss..aah." She hissed when Aaron bit her lower lip and left her quivering lips. Roseline is taking deep breaths, trying to catch her breath. Aaron rolled his thumb over her swollen lips and asked in his husky voice, "Don't excite something that you can't handle, Rose." She opened her closed eyes and looked straight into his hazel eyes and replied, holding his face in her trembling palms, "I will handle it, Aaron, for your sake and mine." She came closer to his ear and whispered, "I want you, Aaron, only you." He turned her in a quick motion. Now her front is smashing into the wall. Her breathing quickens. She is excited but also nervous at the same time. His one hand held her neck firmly, and the other rubbed on her bare thighs. She seems so tiny in his hold that his head is hovering above her. He bent a little over her arched neck and whispered near her quivering lips. "Think again; I'm a fucking bastard, Rose. I will ruin you." His lips brushed against hers. "No, you won't. I trust you." She replied and captured his lips. They shared a heated Spider-Man-like upside-down kiss. All the while, Aaron's hand traveled to her inner thighs and then to her wet core. She is so excited and turned on by Aaron's dominance right now. "Fuck!!! You are drenched down there." Aaron said, leaving her lips and holding her neck with a little force. "You made me Aaron." She replied, holding his neck from behind in her already awkward position. "Stop it. I'm still warning you." He said that while pulling her into a straight position and nibbling on her neck. "Aaahhhhhhmmmmm." She moaned in the answer as Aaron was sucking her sweet spot. "There will be no turning back." He said this while traveling his hand from her neck to her right boob and palming it. His fingers, on the other hand, teased her over her dripping thong. "I know, and I'm accepting every consequence." She replied desperately. "But........" "For FUCKS sake, Aaron. STOP IT and FUCKING FUCK me." She screamed, cutting him off because she was frustrated. He chuckled and squeezed her boob a little harshly. She gasped. "My little fragile Rose is getting a little bold, huh?" He said "You make me. Aaahhhh," she moaned as his hands kept distracting her. "You taught me there is nothing wrong with completing your desire." She replied boldly. That turned on Aaron even more. His cock is rock hard, and Rose can feel it on her lower back. She starts grinding herself on him. "You got desperate and frustrated in just a few minutes, Rose, and I waited for you for months. I left frustrated and with blue FUCKING balls like every time." He growled near her ear, and it caused goosebumps in her entire body. "You don't even know how many times I have taken cold showers." He said that while nibbling her earlobe. Which is drowning her in a pool of desire even more. "Aaron please." She pleaded because his fingers on her pubic area were not helping to calm her excitement. "You don't even know how many times I have jerked myself thinking about you." He said that, licking her earlobe. "I don't want to know." She replied, but her next words shocked Aaron. For a second, he wondered if she was really his Rose or someone else. "I don't know, and I don't want to, Aaron. How many times did you do it? All I want and am interested in is how many times you're going to make me cum with your dick."
Tried poetry for the first time
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Trigger warning: mature content alert ⚠️ explicit language; 21+ scenes. Please stay away if you have issues reading mature fantasies. Read at your own risk, and if you don't have any issues, then enjoy😌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hmne tumhara nikha pakka ker diya hai."(We have fixed your marriage.) Her grandmother said, "With whom?" Anabiya asked, confused. "Mustafa." Her mother, Farhaana, replied. "No, I don't want to marry him." Anabiya denied it instantly, and everyone looked shocked at her. "Please give us a moment." Mustafa said this while getting up from his seat and dragging her out. "Why not?" he asked, pining her to the wall. "Because you are not romantic." She replied boldly. "Oh." He chuckled. "After marriage, I'll show you how romantic I can be." He said that and cupped her womanhood. She gasped, and he said, "Ye sirf, meri hai."(This only belongs to me.) Anabiya gulped nervously, and he took a step back but instantly came forward and bit her earlobe and whispered, "Taiyar Rehna." (Be prepared)
This story contains theme of domestic violence, onscreen rape and too much adult content 🔞 •~•~••~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~••~••~• "Aaaaaaa," a moan escapes my mouth, and that's encouraged him. He started trusting me even harder, and I'm a moaning mess. Do I really enjoy this? How could I? This man, who is my husband, fucks me every night against my will. I'm enjoying this. How pathetic could I be? Or is this who I really am? Well, there's nothing wrong with this; after all, he is my husband. What if he is a little older than me? I don't know, but all I know is that I can't control myself right now. His every thrust is taking me into heaven. I started liking this. I dig my nails in his back and moan his name for the first time. "RAJJJJ.....AAHHHHH....." He fucks me more, and I'm moaning a mess.
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