Insatiable Obsession

✧ He was my desire; I was his obsession. ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 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. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr Updating Schedule- Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.

Wicked In His Hands

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒. 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒ • ༒⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ "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. 𝘕𝘰. 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-𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭. 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. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒ • ༒⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ © 2025 by httpswriterr All rights are reserved.

Insatiable Obsession

Maybe In Another Life

✧It all started with a slap✧ ╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍 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? ╰┈➤ 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 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? .˚ₓ.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "𝙎𝙤❟ 𝙍𝙪𝙙𝙧𝙖❟ 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩?" 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢｡ "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩❟ 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨❟" 𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙｡ "𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚❟" 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙❟ 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨❟ 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙｡ .˚ₓ.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ➛ When two individuals with problematic histories meet, what happens? ➛ Will they make it to the end? ➛ 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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