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"Sorry mam wife or not, you need appointment to meet sir" receptionist said with no charming tone. Sita look down and turn her heels. "What's you name" an deep voice to send shiver deep down spine echo in hallway. Everyone leave their work and looks towards that authorizing voice. Sita tremble and muttered "s-sita Th-thakur" she didn't look up as she see his foot standing just in front of her. "Eyes up" he whisper so only she can hear. She did as he said. He yelled again "what's your full name" Sita lick her lips "sita charvik singh thakur" Charvik give an heated look to receptionist "she is my better half. Treat her like this again and quickly start looking for new job. Though i doubt you will find after messing with my wife" -◇◇◇- Sita don't know what is love till her grandfather decided to marry her to his best friend's granddaughter. Her parents died when she was child. Though her grandfather tried to fulfill that void but her uncles and aunties always made her feel left out. She say yes to marriage thinking she could find love she was seeking for her whole life. -◇◇◇- Charvik singh thankur With his generational wealth he knows what his destiny holds for him in future. His family's reputation is everything for him and he will do anything to protect that. He marry her thinking his grandfather choose her so she is perfect. -◇◇◇- Let's dive into this divine love story of sita and charvik 🤭
He was my biggest mistake. Now… he’s sitting in the front row of my classroom. Every glance is a battle. Every word is a war. And if I fall this time, it won’t just be my heart at stake—it will be everything I’ve built. He used to be my lover. Now he calls me “Professor.” Mayur Thakur—college playboy, rich brat, the boy who once destroyed me—has returned. Not as the reckless teenager I knew, but as my student. I’m Professor Aria Sharma—his professor. And he’s no longer the reckless boy I remember. He’s older, sharper, too tempting for my own good… and determined to make me his again. He smirks when I scold him. He provokes me with questions that cut deeper than they should. And when his eyes linger too long on my lips, I remember the taste of him like it was yesterday. I should resist. I need to resist. But Mayur is no longer a boy. And the man he’s become is a temptation I might not survive.
Oxford was her dream. For him, it was his last. When Nyra steps into the grand halls of Oxford University, she’s ready to build a new life — chasing ambitions, friendships, and everything her future holds. But all her plans change when she notices him — Elias Whitmore, the boy everyone avoids, the boy who carries a terminal illness like an invisible wall around his heart. They say he won’t live past the next few months. They say getting close to him is a waste of time. But Nyra has never listened to they. Drawn to his brilliant mind and quiet defiance against his own fate, Nyra finds herself entangled in a bond neither of them expected. As Elias teaches her to live in the moment, Nyra dares to hope for a future that shouldn’t exist. But time is slipping through their fingers, and the more they fight it, the faster it runs. This is not a story about dying. It’s a story about living anyway. Even when the clock is ticking. A tender, heartbreaking, and unforgettable love story about the courage to hold on — and the strength to let go. Reader Discretion Advised: This story explores heavy emotional themes such as terminal illness, coping with mortality, and the complexities of loving someone who is running out of time. Please take care while reading.
Darius Dragunov X Viktoria Vasiliev
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