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๐ Chapter 2: Suna Sa Ishq


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A collection of short stories where the lust of body slowly turns into love of souls.



Highly mature short stories in hindi (english translation available)



Tara thought her husband's death was the end of her suffering. She was wrong. Being thrown out the same night was fate's final slap. Then Dhruv Adhikari stepped into the ruin of her life. Her late husband's best friend. The man who should have offered condolences... not a wedding. But Dhruv doesn't rescue people. He claims them. He gives Tara a home. He gives her silence to breathe in. He gives her eyes that never stop watching... But there is a truth none of them know: Dhruv survived death once... and returned with only one instinct left - Tara. Her pulse steadies his. Her voice mends him. Her absence ruins him. And while she tries to rebuild herself from ashes, she doesn't see the matchstick he's hiding behind his back. He lost his mind the night she lost her freedom. Now she's the only thing keeping him alive... or dangerous



MAITHILI I donโt need a savior. I built my empire out of blood, politics, and fearโand Iโll burn anyone who thinks they can take it from me. But Rudra Singh Rathore doesnโt scare easy. Heโs the rival who shouldโve shot me dead the night our men spilled blood in Delhiโs underbelly. Instead, he put a ring on my fingerโwith a gun pressed to my throat. Now Iโm trapped in a marriage forged in violenceโฆ bound to the one man I canโt killโand canโt stop craving. RUDRA Maithili Thakur is madness dressed in silk and sin. I shouldโve ended her game when she turned my city into a battlefield. Instead, I made her my wife. Sheโs dangerous, rebellious, and every kiss tastes like betrayal. If I can tame her, I can destroy her familyโs rule. But the real danger? She might be the one who takes me down first.



Meera Sharma My father had one requestโmore like a conditionโto allow me to leave our large, Indian joint family and move to Sydney to pursue my masterโs degree. To not get involved with anyone who wasnโt an Indian boy. And I did not miss a beat before I agreed. Because why not? All I wanted was Freedom. To live away from my strictโbut very sweet and supportiveโfamily. To study hard. Find a job in Sydney. And make it on my own, like millions of my fellow Indian immigrants. My plan was all set. So, of course, itโs completely ruined when I sit beside him on the first day of my class. Noah Anderson. Noah, my Australian classmate. Noah, with his dark-as-sin clothes, a permanent frown etched on his face, and his perfect grades in class. Noah, with his total ignorance about my Indian culture but his determination to understand it better. So what if he makes me feel a little more at home in an unknown country? So what if he looks at me like Iโm the only one he sees? I will not fall for him. I cannot fall for him. I absolutely cannot break my promise to my father. So, of course, I do {Inspired from Romance Novel}



"๐จ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ "~ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ง " ๐ฐ'๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."~ ๐๐ฑ๐ต๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐บ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐ ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐, ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ, ๐ ๐พ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐'๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐, ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ป๐ ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐. ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ - ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐?

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