Kritika POV
I had not expected this from him at all. When Avyaan stood up and started serving everyone alongside me, something shifted inside my chest. This man was something else quiet, steady, and full of care.
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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
☞The Mafia's Broken Bride☞ He is the name that makes billionaires flinch and rival dons beg for surrender. To the world, Virat Singhaniya is India's youngest tycoon hotels, malls, empires built in glass and steel. In the shadows, he is something else entirely: the king no one survives crossing. For years, only one thing has cracked his armor a faded pink hairclip, and the girl who once called him her best friend before he vanished from her life. Vamika never stopped waiting. Not through the fear. Not through the cruelty of the world that decided a broken girl with no family didn't deserve protection. She just never expected the boy who promised to come back... to come back like this. When Virat finally finds her, he doesn't just save her. He claims her a marriage of convenience, he tells himself. A promise kept, nothing more. But the mafia king who feels nothing is unraveling one gesture at a time: a coat off his own back, a sandwich he won't touch until she's eaten, a forehead pressed to her feet in the dark. She only sees her oldest friend. He sees the only person who ever owned his soul and he'll burn the world down before he lets her go again. Some promises aren't kept. They're worshipped. He didn't come back to rescue her. He came back because of some things you can't survive without. © 2026 Kaashi. All Rights Reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Any reproduction or copying without permission is strictly prohibited.
✧(✯ᴗ✯)✧ 🪷 "Her Innocent King: Where Law Meets Cure" season 2 "🪷 "He heals bodies. She rules the underworld. When love and law collide… who survives?" "You never told me… you’re a billionaire and the CEO of a law firm," Ishaan’s voice cracked, pain hidden behind those calm, cat-like eyes. Aaniya stepped closer, her hand pressing over his heart, her lips barely above a whisper "Because I was me… and your lover… every second I was with you," she said, her words a mixture of truth, fire, and regret. "You should find someone of your status… not a simple, ordinary orphan doctor," he said quietly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the storm inside. Aaniya stepped closer, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor, a dangerous smile curving her lips. "No one can match your status, muffin," she whispered, her gaze locking into his. "And my choice… is never ordinary." Her fingers brushed his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Muffin," she breathed, her tone melting between challenge and confession,"I am yours… and you are mine. And I will do anything to make sure the world knows it. ""You kept me in the dark for six months, Aaniya," Ishaan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her one last time. "I can’t trust you anymore… and I don’t love you. We’re no more friends." He turned away before the tremor in his voice could betray the ache in his chest. Aaniya didn’t move. She just smiled softly, painfully as her heart bled behind that calm face. "But I do, muffin," she whispered. He froze at the door, his throat tightening, tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard… and walked away. And for the first time, the woman who never lost a case, lost the only heart she ever wanted to win. © 2025 Kaashi Kaashi. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. November 13, 2025 Happy reading ❤️🩹🪷🐚
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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+
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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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