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  • Insatiable ObsessionInsatiable Obsession

    Insatiable Obsession

    โœง He was my desire; I was his obsession. โœง โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ: *โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* Her silence was like a dagger to my heart. I reached out, my hand trembling, and clutched at the hem of her dupatta. "Taara, nahi, nahi, please mujhe chhod kar mat jao." I sobbed, gripe. "Please, maaf kardo, Taara. M-mai mar jaunga, tumhare bina." (Taara no, no, please don't leave me.) (please, forgive me, Taara. I'll die without you.) She pulled her dupatta from my grasp, the motion pulling me further into the depths of despair. "Mar jao." The finality in her words was like a death knell. (Die then.) I collapsed fully onto the floor, my forehead pressing against the cold tiles before her feet as I sobbed uncontrollably. โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ: *โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr Updating Schedule- Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.

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  • Wicked In His HandsWicked In His Hands

    Wicked In His Hands

    ๐’๐‡๐„ ๐–๐€๐’๐'๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐ƒ๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐’๐€๐ˆ๐๐“๐’. ๐‡๐„ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐๐„๐•๐„๐‘ ๐Ž๐๐„. โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’ โ€ข เผ’โŠฐโ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† "Breathe, angel," he murmured mockingly. "Oh, wait-you can't." Her hands clawed at his wrist, tapping-fucking tapping-as if he'd let go of her. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ. Not until she learned. Her body trembled, her kicks weakening. Her vision blurred as the water swallowed her, lungs burning, her fight dimming. Until she went still. A twisted satisfaction unfurled in his chest. That reckless, infuriating fire in her-the one that drove him fucking insane-was snuffed out. Only then did he loosen his grip, his fingers slipping from her tangled, soaked hair, letting her body slump back against the wet tiles. She collapsed, water dripping from her lips, her maroon-red eyes fluttering shut, her chest barely rising in shallow, shaky breaths. He inhaled sharply, his own breaths ragged, raging. His gaze flickered, scanning the space-the dim lighting casting shadows along the glossy black tiles, the steam clinging to the mirror, the faint scent of rose and vanilla clinging to the air. And then-๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต. ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ. Lacy scraps of delicate lingerie-her lingerie, splayed haphazardly on the floor. Deep crimson. Embedded with her initials, A.V, in gold. Lacy flowers in wicked black. His lips curled. A slow, dark smirk. Well, we can't have you waking up too soon. angel. โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† โ”โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’ โ€ข เผ’โŠฐโ”โ”โ”โ” โ‹†โบโ‚Šโ‹† ยฉ 2025 by httpswriterr All rights are reserved.

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  • Insatiable ObsessionInsatiable Obsession

    Insatiable Obsession

    โœง He was my desire; I was his obsession. โœง โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ: *โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* Her silence was like a dagger to my heart. I reached out, my hand trembling, and clutched at the hem of her dupatta. "Taara, nahi, nahi, please mujhe chhod kar mat jao." I sobbed, gripe. "Please, maaf kardo, Taara. M-mai mar jaunga, tumhare bina." (Taara no, no, please don't leave me.) (please, forgive me, Taara. I'll die without you.) She pulled her dupatta from my grasp, the motion pulling me further into the depths of despair. "Mar jao." The finality in her words was like a death knell. (Die then.) I collapsed fully onto the floor, my forehead pressing against the cold tiles before her feet as I sobbed uncontrollably. โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ: *โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr Updating Schedule- Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.

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  • Maybe In Another LifeMaybe In Another Life

    Maybe In Another Life

    โœงIt all started with a slapโœง โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’Š ๐‘บ๐’†๐’‰๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’ She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself. She is trying to move on from her past. What occurs when she encounters someone who possesses every trait she finds repulsive? โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค ๐‘น๐’–๐’…๐’“๐’‚ ๐‘ฒ๐’‚๐’‘๐’๐’๐’“ He is the CEO of the Kapoor Group of Companies. He is a self-centred, good-looking, and physically appealing man. He is stuck in the past. What will happen when he finally meets the woman he has only ever dreamed about? .หšโ‚“.ใƒปใ€‚.ใƒปใ‚œโœญใƒป.ใƒปโœซใƒปใ‚œใƒปใ€‚. "๐™Ž๐™คโŸ ๐™๐™ช๐™™๐™ง๐™–โŸ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™™๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™œ๐™ž๐™›๐™ฉ?" ๐™„ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™–๐™œ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™–๐™จ๐™  ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๏ฝก "๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉโŸ ๐™™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ? ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ข๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฉโŸ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จโŸ" ๐™๐™š ๐™š๐™ญ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™™ ๐™ž๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™™๐™ž๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎโŸ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™š๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๏ฝก "๐˜ฟ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™˜๐™šโŸ" ๐™„ ๐™จ๐™–๐™ž๐™™โŸ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™–๐™™ ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จโŸ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™ž๐™ข๐™ข๐™š๐™™๐™ž๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™–๐™ก๐™–๐™ง๐™ข๐™š๐™™๏ฝก .หšโ‚“.ใƒปใ€‚.ใƒปใ‚œโœญใƒป.ใƒปโœซใƒปใ‚œใƒปใ€‚. โž› When two individuals with problematic histories meet, what happens? โž› Will they make it to the end? โž› Will they mend or destroy each other? Join this journey filled with a tone of drama, love and some goofy dialogue, with a sprinkle of smut. UPDATES- 3 chapters at once.

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