Before Siya or anyone could even open their mouth, Adhaya stormed forward, her lawyer’s aura commanding attention. The click of her heels echoed like a judge’s gavel in a courtroom. Her sharp gaze landed on the girl who had been mouthing off, and her words struck like a thunderclap.
“Aabey yeh soon-to-be bride toh tu banegi hi nahiii… kahin uski jagah soon-to-be laash na ban jaaye! Apni zubaan band rakh, aayi baat samajh mein?”
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✧________๑˙❥˙๑____________✧ "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Bideshi?" she shouted, voice slicing the night like a sickle. Ivaan stepped out of the shadows, coat swallowing the starlight. "Not foreigner," he murmured, voice velvet over steel. "Piccola." He closed the distance, boots silent on the earth. "You're the foreigner here." "You bastard" she spat, chin high, fists clenched. His hand snapped up, fingers locking around her throat thumb pressing the frantic pulse beneath her jaw. Not choking. Claiming. "Lower. Your. Voice." Each word is a blade. "Raise it again, and I'll silence you myself." "You " The syllable died against his mouth.He growled into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her bones. Pulled back just enough for her to see the blood on his teeth. "Careful, piccola," he rasped, voice shredded with hunger. "Keep burning like that... and I'll own the ashes." "In my empire, piccola, throats are for cutting... or kissing." "Then cut, you Russian dog. Because I'll never kneel." Her eyes were with anger. Tropes...ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ✓Enemies-to-Lovers ✓Alpha Male / Possessive Hero ✓Mafia / innocent ✓ Russian man/ Small Town Girl ✓Forbidden Romance / Cross-Cultural Love ✓Redemption Arc / Healing together ✓Secret Identity / Hidden Past ✓ Forced Proximity / Confined Together ✓Slow-Burn Romance ✓Protective Hero / Dangerous Obsession ✓Tragic Past / Emotional Trauma @Kaashiwrts 2025 - All Rights Reserved
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"Don't touch me… please, don’t!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh… it’s me… it’s me… Baacha," Reyansh’s voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. “He… he will… he’ll hurt me too… he bought me and my sister…” she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh… I’m so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you… not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha… open your eyes… talk to me…" he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent… unresponsive… leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (人*´K｀)｡*ﾟ+
"Don't break this marriage, please... my parents will die of shame," Isha pleaded with her fiancé. "Nobody in this world will marry a daughter of a prostitute!" he shouted. "My parents are doctors," she stuttered, glancing at the couple who had raised her. "So what? You’re still the daughter of a prostitute. The one who gave you birth—your biological mother—dirty blood… and she left you." He turned and walked away. How would Isha face this cruel world now? The weight of his words crushed her like a storm without mercy. Was there truly no one left who would see beyond her birth? No one who would dare love the daughter of a prostitute? © 2025 Kaashi Wrts. All rights reserved. Date: 09 August 2025 #DaughterOfProstitute #BrokenButStrong #RisingFromTheMud #DarkPastBrightFuture #WattpadDrama #EmotionalJourney #UnbreakableSpirit #AgainstAllOdds #LoveAndShame #FictionWithHeart
Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense
Copyright © 2025 kaashi_wrtzz. All rights reserved. Unauthorized copying, distribution, or adaptation of this content is strictly prohibiion By: Kaashi She was sunshine, and he was the storm. Kaashi-a sweet, bubbly orphan who teaches little kids with dreams in her eyes and kindness in her soul. A girl who believes in love, in healing, and in second chances. Avyaan-an untouchable name in the business world, a tycoon whose very presence makes people shiver. He owns an empire of luxury restaurants, but his heart? Frozen. Hardened by a past that still burns. His mother left his father for money when he was just 4. Since then, for Avyaan-all women were gold diggers. Until... Kaashi. He falls for her unfiltered kindness, her gentle strength, her pure heart. But the day he confesses, everything shatters. --- Avyaan (spitting rage): "You women only care about money and luxury!" Kaashi (bitter smile, eyes drowning in tears): "Then why did you marry a gold digger, Avyaan?" Avyaan (cold, cruel): "No one owns what's mine." Kaashi (voice breaking): "I am not a thing to be owned." Avyaan (darkly): "You are mine. I'll break you, ruin you, love you, destroy you-do whatever I want. I just killed your would-be husband, and you're questioning me?" Kaashi (thought to herself, silent tears falling): "I'm glad you killed him... but it breaks me that you never tried to find the truth." --- They're both in love... Then why does it feel like war? A tale of possession, betrayal, and a love so deep it turns cruel. Coming soon... only on Wattpad. #EmotionalRollercoaster #HeartbreakAndHealing #BrokenYetBeautiful #SunshineAndStorm #ToxicLoveTale #LoveOrObsession #FictionalFeels #WattpadStories #WritersOfInstagram #WattpadWriter #AvyaanAndKaashi #IndianRomance #KaashiWrites #RomanticThriller #LoveHurtsLoveHeals #BetrayalAndLove #WattpadBook #LoveWithScars #EmotionsInWords
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