Dedication.
Un sabhi ladkiyon ke liye...
jo khud ko kismat se hara hua maanti hain.
Unhe kon bataye, ek deewana unke aage-piche ghoomne ko tayaar baitha hai.
Reminder:Ek proud joru ka gulam!
In English
Dedication.
To all those girls...
who think life and fate have defeated them.
Someone needs to tell them, a lover is eagerly waiting just to revolve his entire world around them.
Reminder:A proud, whipped lover!
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'๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ง๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐๐ข ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ฒ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐ค๐ฒ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ฒ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐' She is like ice. He is like fire. Anger only mounts on her nose when she is with her best friend. Anger is an essential part of his personality. For her as a bride, this is a kind of forced marriage, completely unwanted! For him, marriage is a big responsibility. He does not know if he will be able to put his efforts into this sacred bond. She fears whether she will ever be able to stay happy in this forced relationship. He doubts whether he will even be able to handle their relationship! Innocent Bride. This is HIS INNOCENT BRIDE. |โฟ An Indian Arranged Marriage Romance Copyright reserved ยฉ๏ธ
Anish ร Chandini He's the snake. She's the mongoose. The neighborhood isn't big enough for both of them. They've spent years perfecting the art of the "cold shoulder," even while their parents are busy being best friends. They aren't family, and they sure as hell aren't friends. But their grandfathers just played the ultimate wild card from beyond the grave. The news? They've been engaged since childhood. The reaction? Absolute chaos. Now, they're stuck between a legacy they respect and a person they loathe. Can the ultimate enemies flip the script and become lovers, or is this "happily ever after" destined to end in a crime scene?
New version is available now. Tu banja gali Banaras ki Main sham talak bhataku tujh meinโฃ๏ธ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Raktim didn't give her a chance to say anything more. He placed his masculine lips over Sritama's thin, rosy ones. Startled by such an act, Sritama's eyes widened in surprise. Then she slowly closed them. An unfamiliar shiver ran through her body. It would have been better if things had stopped there. But within a few seconds, Raktim lifted Sritama's slender body in his arms and carried her toward the bed. He laid her down gently. Locking his eyes with hers, he pulled her closer by the waist and kissed her forehead. "Srii.... Kya hua? Kis khyal mein gum ho gaye?" Raktim asked curiously when he saw Sritama standing there, lost in thought. (Hey, Srii...what happened? Where did you get lost all of a sudden?) "Huh! Did you say something?" she snapped back to reality. By then, Raktim had helped her down from the bed. Sritama didn't reply. Raktim, on the other hand, was stunned by her behavior. "What happened all of a sudden? She was so lively just a moment ago!" he thought. He placed a hand on Sritama's shoulder and made her sit on the bed. He poured some water into a glass from the bottle on the bedside table and held it up to her lips. "Yah sab kyon kar rahe ho? Kya main koi patient hun? Hato samne se!" Saying this, she pushed Raktim aside and walked out of the room. (What are you doing all this for? Am I a patient or what? Move away!) For every Sritama who does not fall under the cruel rules and harsh norms of a ruthless society, and for every Raktim who goes mad in the embrace of love's rain! |โฟ An Indian Arranged Marriage Romance #Book-1 in #HIS BRIDE SERIES. (A standalone book) Copyright reserved ยฉ๏ธ
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