CH -37 ✧“Hold Me Until I Break”✧
The black SUV screeched to a halt outside the hospital as thick black smoke curled into the morning sky. Flames roared through the east wing, hungry and bright, already leaping to the adjacent sections. Fire trucks lined the entrance, hoses spraying powerful jets of water, but the fire had spread too fast, too viciously. Sirens wailed in the distance while panicked staff rushed patients out on stretchers and wheelchairs.
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✧*。"Seven Vows With Stranger " ✧*。 She's a Maithili Bihari woman kind, smart, and fiercely independent. A teacher, a secret fictional writer, and a Shiv Bhakt who believes every pain has a reason. She craves love... but she knows the world is darker than most can survive. He's a Punjabi billionaire commanding, manipulative, and ruthless. He doesn't believe in love, only in control, power, and the legacy of his family. Seven vows. One arranged marriage. Two strangers trapped under the same roof. She refuses to be controlled. He refuses to be challenged. Yet in the shadows of duty and desire, attraction becomes dangerous... and survival is no longer enough. Dark. Intense. Unforgiving. Can two worlds collide without destroying each other... or themselves? Tropes ✓Maithali Bihari woman × Punjabi man ✓ Elder daughter × Elder son ✓ Bossy × Grumpy ✓ Responsible × Commanding ✓ Secretly fictional writer × Billionaire CEO ✓ Higher middle class × High class ✓ Kind, innocent × Clever,manipulative © 2026 Kaashi. All rights reserved. Date: 22 February 2026
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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+
Cursed Thread A thread of pure love woven with curse. "You stole my love, Rana Sa," she screamed, her voice breaking like shattered glass. "I curse you. Your love will never be yours. In every lifetime, she will stand before you from her first breath to her last close enough to touch, yet never to keep.somewill snatch your love from you... You will live for her. You will burn for her. And you will suffer for her... forever." But the truth was buried deeper deeper than betrayal,deeper than blood,deeper than the grave itself. In every lifetime, he tried to protect her. And in every lifetime, he failed. She died in his arms. Again. And again. And again. Yet this time... something changed. This time, he will not beg fate. He will not trust destiny. He will not let love bleed silently before his eyes. If the world demands her life he will burn the world. Because this time, he will not let his love die. Not in front of him. Not in any lifetime. 🩸🖤 @kaashiwrts
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"Her innocent King" He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑 #WattpadOriginal #MafiaRomance #ForcedMarriage #EnemiesToLovers #InnocentHusband #StrongFemaleLead #InstagramRomance #DesiLoveStory #WattpadCouple #DesiFiction #HumorRomance #PowerfulHer #WattpadRomance #WattpadIndia #WattpadWriter #FictionLovers #WattpadCover #SpicyAndSweet #WattpadEnemiesToLovers #DesiQueenVibes
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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 Italian 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
"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
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