NAINA'S POV
ONE WEEK LATER
I simply want to share my stories with my readers. My writing style blends elements of Indian culture with Western influences.
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⚠️WARNING⚠️
Warning: Mature content 18+ The following conversation contains themes of pregnancy and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This dialogue may not be suitable for all audiences. Please proceed with caution. ※Blurb※ "You're denying me?" she suddenly said, faking her loomed face. "Denying you? Never. Just postponing for the right time. Your comfort is my priority, my love." I chuckled at her accusation. "Please don't be a drama queen," she lifted herself more up on the headboard, and I did the same. "Okay, wait, I will ask your gyno," I said. She looked at me with wide eyes. "You really know how to kill the mood. Don't say anything and just do it. I'm now frustrated, Vaardan," she sounded really frustrated this time.
※BLURB※ "Are you okay, love?" Vaardan's voice was filled with concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. "Yes," I managed to reply between gritted teeth, trying to push through the pain. "Just breathe, love," Vaardan reassured me, his grip on my hand unwavering. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of his presence with my heavy breaths and shivering body. "I love you," he whispered, repeating the words countless times throughout the day. He stood beside me, holding me steady.
⚠️WARNING⚠️
Warning: Mature content 18+ The following conversation contains themes of pregnancy and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This dialogue may not be suitable for all audiences. Please proceed with caution. ※Blurb※ "You're denying me?" she suddenly said, faking her loomed face. "Denying you? Never. Just postponing for the right time. Your comfort is my priority, my love." I chuckled at her accusation. "Please don't be a drama queen," she lifted herself more up on the headboard, and I did the same. "Okay, wait, I will ask your gyno," I said. She looked at me with wide eyes. "You really know how to kill the mood. Don't say anything and just do it. I'm now frustrated, Vaardan," she sounded really frustrated this time.
༻✧༺ Hate. Love. Two forces that should never share the same breath, yet somehow they circle us like predators waiting for the weakest pulse. Devvrat Badgujar has never been the kind of man who bows. His blood runs with rebellion, and his mind is forged from ambition sharper than his father ever intended. But power is a delicate currency in the Badgujar empire, and until the family fortune is transferred to his hands, Devvrat plays the dutiful son out of strategy. The calm before the revolt. When his father commands him to choose a bride at a high-profile marriage gala, Devvrat arrives ready to endure the farce. Women parade themselves like offerings for a crown he doesn't even want. Then he sees her. Ishanya. Confident. Calm. Completely uninterested in him. And the daughter of his father's biggest political rival. Choosing her is madness. Choosing her is provocation. Choosing her is war. Choosing her is the last thing he should do. But it's the first thing he wants. So he says her name. Ishanya looks at him like he just flipped her entire life upside down. Maybe he has. She calls it manipulation. He calls it necessity. Deep down, both know it's something far more dangerous. Because Ishanya doesn't fold the way others do. She pushes back. She questions him. She ignites a hunger in him he has spent years burying beneath his skin. Now every encounter becomes a battlefield. Every argument draws blood. Every stolen glance feels like a step toward a cliff neither of them is ready to jump from. Devvrat doesn't intend to fall for her. He only intends to control the narrative, secure his future, and break free from his father's leash. But the heart has a habit of derailing even the sharpest plans, and Ishanya might be the one variable he can't outmaneuver, outthink, or outrun. And in a world built on power, politics, and simmering desire... falling for the enemy might be the most reckless gamble of all. ༻✧༺
In the dark shadows where the devil lurks, Ranveer Singh Suryavanshi catches a glimpse of an angel. That angel is Avantika Rathore. Their collision sets off a chain reaction, igniting a desire within Ranveer that he can't ignore. Avantika's beauty draws him in, and winning her becomes more than just a craving; it's his destiny. She becomes the prize he feels compelled to claim. Ranveer wants to possess her completely, body and mind. He craves her obedience, her submission to his will. ~~~ The big question remains: Will they come together or clash?
An arranged marriage isn't something everyone wants. It's a big chance that not everyone would take. Will this one work out, or will it not? Can love really grow when you didn't choose who you marry? Will they be happy together? And in the end, will they stay together or not? Come along on this journey to see if this arranged marriage will work out or not. Only time will give us the answer.
※BLURB※ "Are you okay, love?" Vaardan's voice was filled with concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. "Yes," I managed to reply between gritted teeth, trying to push through the pain. "Just breathe, love," Vaardan reassured me, his grip on my hand unwavering. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of his presence with my heavy breaths and shivering body. "I love you," he whispered, repeating the words countless times throughout the day. He stood beside me, holding me steady.
Warning: Mature content 18+ The following conversation contains themes of pregnancy and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. This dialogue may not be suitable for all audiences. Please proceed with caution. ※Blurb※ "You're denying me?" she suddenly said, faking her loomed face. "Denying you? Never. Just postponing for the right time. Your comfort is my priority, my love." I chuckled at her accusation. "Please don't be a drama queen," she lifted herself more up on the headboard, and I did the same. "Okay, wait, I will ask your gyno," I said. She looked at me with wide eyes. "You really know how to kill the mood. Don't say anything and just do it. I'm now frustrated, Vaardan," she sounded really frustrated this time.
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