The ceiling fan in the bedroom rotated with a monotonous, rhythmic hum, slicing through the heavy air of the humid evening.
Sritama lay perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the pale white expanse above, but her mind was a chaotic battleground of rushing thoughts.
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๐๐๐ก๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง, ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ก๐๐ซ๐จ ๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! ๏ฟฃโ ๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃโ ๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃโ ๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃโ ๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃโ ๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃโ ๏ฟฃ Ashwini ร Anuraag They say he was born with a crown of gold and a heart of ice. He doesn't just rule the room; he owns the air within it. To the world, he is an enigma-a man of silent footsteps and terrifying decisions. But she is the girl who feels everything in a world that feels nothing. She was a bargain struck in the dark. Betrayed by the man who was supposed to protect her, she has been handed over to a monster. Her father called it a marriage; she calls it a death sentence. He has the money to buy anything, but can he handle the one thing he can't control? His heart. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.)
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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