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He was 23, and she was 18. They stood together in the registry office, ready to sign the papers that would officially make them husband and wife. It was a secret marriage-only his friend and his girlfriend knew about it. He signed first, then handed her the pen with a smile, but her heart raced as doubt and insecurity clouded her thoughts. Was this the right decision? What if his father found out about the marriage? Would his family accept an orphan and a maid like her as a daughter-in-law? What if, after fulfilling his desires, he grew tired of her and abandoned her? She had no one to stand up for her, no one to turn to if things went wrong. Was it true love, or was he simply lusting after her? Why would a billionaire's son want her? He could have anyone-maybe even a movie star-but he chose her. Why? Despite her fears, her love for him was genuine. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her insecurities weighing heavy on her heart. He took her hand in his, offering a gentle squeeze, then motioned for her to sign the papers. With a quiet nod, she did. His friends clapped and congratulated the couple, each one signing as a witness on the papers. Now, legally, they were husband and wife. But to the outside world, she was nothing more than a maid in his house.

© All Copyright reserved to the writer, @PoohBear8435 only. Please do not copy, distribute or publish any of my work in any form. .... ... She sat looking at the big mirror blushing and thinking about her groom, she didn't even know his name. She eagerly waited for him to come and take her with him to his home, to their home. She was thinking what he would say, what his voice sounded like, what he would call her and how would she react to his actions. The things which she had never imagined in her life about marriage, home, romance, relationship etc., she was thinking about it all today. She hears the door open and she closes her eyes, her head bowed down, cheeks blushed while her chest heaved up and down due to heavy breathing. She hears a voice talking to her from a bit far. She had her back to him. "Hi, Thanks a lot. If you hadn't come, then I would have been on the streets. You really did a good job. The director was impressed with your improvisation though the role was small." She was confused, what is her groom speaking about. She opens her eyes and turns around to see him. Her face falls, it was not her husband. He hands an envelope to her and thanks her before he leaves. She takes the envelope still confused. She thinks - Oh! This must be a wedding gift from his friend. But what was he speaking about, I couldn't understand anything ... Marriage was not on her list but when it happened, it happened in a strange way. Read the book to understand how is this a strange marriage and how would this ever work. *Fictional story Was listed at #1 under SidNaaz on 21st Jan, 2021.. happiest day!! Started:. 21/12/2020 Completed:. 12/03/2021

Meet Mishti Bose, the Bengali beauty, who is 24 years old, a medical student, studying the last year of her MBBS and is the 'laadli' of her household. She's the best daughter, sister and a grandchild you could ever ask for. She's a very dedicated and studious person. Wants to do PG in London very badly. Has the exact opposite bestfriends who are carefree. Kuhu Singh and Maanav Shinde. And then there's Abir Bharadwaj, 24 years old. A great businessman. The arrogant boss you wish you had only in nightmares. Hot and handsome is what the world and ladies call him. He's short tempered, stubborn and completely self centred. Kunal Vardhan, his bestfriend and partner in crime, tries to bring him out of his shell everytime and fails at his each attempt. He's a gem of a son and an inspiration for his little brother. The plot revolves around Mishti and Abir's dynamic. What happens when two different worlds collide? And what happens when they get obsessed with each other? Witness this entire journey of Mishti and Abir as they strive to be MishBir. Fitoor-It's your obsession. Part 1 : 30-06-2022 to 30-10-2022.

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

~ABHIMAAN MALHOTRA ❤️ SAMANTHA SINGH~ "Tell me, wifey. You were so eager to marry me, huh? Do you have any extra needs that I can fulfill?" she fumed in anger upon hearing his disrespectful words. She raised her hands only to slap him and shut his mouth from saying more harsh words to her. "Don't you dare think that, Samantha," he said, holding her hands tightly. "Let me go, Abhimaan!" she shouted. "Then, why the fuck did you marry me? You are nothing more than a gold digger." Hearing that word broke her level of patience as she lifted her knee and hit him hard on his member. "You better not use that word again, Mr. Malhotra", he groaned in pain, moving away from her. Abhimaan Malhotra, CEO of Malhotra Group of Industries, is nothing but a definition of Greek God by looks and a walking centre of storm. His first love is his business, and the love that lasts has yet to enter his life. Samantha Singh, a girl who is working for not to live a better life but to save her father's last memory, his cafe, by paying off the huge amount of debt. When the crisis hits her hand and she is on the verge of losing everything, there are hard decisions that she has to make, and that involves marrying her father's best friend's son, Abhimaan. Getting into a loveless marriage was the least she would have wanted in her life, but that's what DESTINY means, right? "Divorce me and set yourself free." Abhimaan's cold voice echoed inside the room. "I can't divorce you, Mr. Malhotra," Samantha whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Then accept that you are a gold digger." His voice broke her heart when she realised that she had already fallen for him. "Yes, Abhimaan, I'm a gold digger," she admitted with a barely audible voice, but enough for him to listen. What will happen if the walls start colliding and circumstances make them stand beside each other? WHO WILL DESIRE THE OTHER FIRST? Read "HIS UNWANTED DESIRE" to get all your answers. [Note: Weekly Updates]

Mishti : Ab mei yeh natak aur nahi kar sakti Abir. You and I, it's over Abir. It's over. Two souls, Abir and Mishti, who hated each other at first but eventually fell in love. They have seen a lot of ups and downs in their relationship but they faced them together and won, always. Living without each other was the toughest thing, for either of them, to do. Then what led Mishti to break up with Abir? Why did she break Abir's heart in the most cruel way possible? To know, read along❤️ A YRHPK FanFiction💓 #1 in abir - 24/05/2020 #1 in ajeebrajvansh - 27/06/2020 #1 in yehrishteyhaipyaarke - 27/06/2020 #1 in mishti - 24/07/2020

"Its cold abir,"mishti screamed. "Yes angry chorni,it's cold because its ice."I said in her ear and she arched her body. I started kissing her neck and she moaned.I moved down and down to her cleavage and kissed the swell of her breasts. Mishti shivered and my one hand grabbed her waist to keep her still. "Please stop abir,"mishti feebly said. "I won't stop because you made me bath with ice cold water." I went a little down and sucked water on her waist.She moaned heavily and I kept kissing her. ~~~~~~~~ A collection of one shot stories on mishbir. Mishti Aggarwal Abir Rajvansh Our famous mishbir stories with a twist of spices and a large amount of jaggery in it. 18+

Chapters every alternate days!!! Abhijith Rana Doshi x Aaradiya Akkineni "You're coming with me now, sweetheart." "I'm not going anywhere with you, this can't happen... You're not taking me anywhere," "Keep struggling, baby," **** "Please, I don't want to do this marriage. Please leave me." "No, darling. " "I had dreams, hopes...this isn't how it's supposed to be." "Dreams change, you'll learn to accept this" **** "You have the worst father yourself, who actually sold you for money. Who knows what you've done, being his daughter, to get money for him or yourself?" **** "You should feel grateful to have my name behind you, Mrs. Aaradiya Abhijith Rana Doshi" **** Two souls never anticipated such a twist in their lives: a marriage. For one, all her dreams were shattered, and life plunged into darkness as everything happened under compulsion. For the other, it was driven by rage and a means to assert his dominance. She was a lovely, beautiful girl with dreams of her own, while he was a domineering ceo and a mysterious mafia king with secrets and a ruthless reputation. This marriage was destined to be a disaster, or so it seemed. Would they discover the light in their lives, or would they end up destroying each other? Let's find out in this tale of forced union, hidden desires, and the search for redemption.

In the heart of Mumbai, where power and treachery entwine, a perilous game unfolds. Nishant Mehra, the city's most feared mafia kingpin, is consumed by an insidious obsession with Mishti, a woman whose beauty captivates his dark heart. Determined to possess her, Nishant's malevolent intentions threaten to shatter her world. To protect his daughter, Mishti's father plea! Abir Rajvansh, a formidable businessman whose reputation instills fear and respect. Abir's arrival is both a blessing and a mystery, his true motives concealed beneath a veil of charm and enigma. As Abir and Mishti navigate this treacherous path, secrets begin to surface. Mishti's, drwan to Abir's magnetic presence, remains unaware of the dangerous forces at play. Meanwhile, Abir finds himself ensnared in a conflict of loyalty and burgeoning affection, struggling with his own dark past. --- As the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery glow over the room, Abir's gaze locked onto Mishti's. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, an unspoken desire simmering just beneath the surface. He took a step closer, his breath mingling with hers as he whispered, " I can't fight this anymore, Mishti." "Why does it seem like you're fighting a battle you can't win, every time you look at me, Abir?" "You think you can claim her, Nishant. But love isn't something you can own; it's a force that defies control." --- In a world where love and loyalty are tested, will Abir's growing affection for Mishti be enough to protect her from the darkness that threatens to consume them both? Or will the sinister web of betrayal and obsession pull them apart forever? DISCLAIMER ~ • Mature Content • Blood Thrist