crystal_heart756

A major spoiler new book 
          	
          	Monami’s POV
          	
          	A strange warmth spread through my body, pulling me from the remnants of my dream. Blinking a few times, my vision adjusted to the dim morning light, and that’s when my breath hitched.
          	
          	Karan.
          	
          	He was beside me.
          	
          	Sleeping peacefully.
          	
          	His one arm was wrapped around my bare waist, a result of last night when Bharkha Bhabhi had insisted I wear a saree. The loose drape of my pallu had shifted sometime during the night, leaving my skin exposed to the slight chill of the room. But instead of shivering, I felt a different kind of warmth.
          	
          	My head rested on his bicep, my fingers absentmindedly splayed over his toned stomach. Our faces were dangerously close—too close. Just an inch more, and my lips would brush against his. His warm breath fanned my face, sending a strange sensation through my body. A slow, unfamiliar knot coiled within me, making me acutely aware of every point of contact between us.
          	
          	No.
          	
          	I needed to move.
          	
          	"Karan," I murmured, barely above a whisper.
          	
          	His name felt foreign yet familiar on my lips. Like a lullaby I didn’t know I could sing. A name so simple, yet why did it feel like poetry in the morning stillness?
          	
          	But Karan didn’t wake up. Instead, he did something completely unexpected.
          	
          	He nuzzled into my neck.
          	
          	A gasp almost escaped me as his strong arms pulled me deeper into his embrace, his nose grazing the delicate curve of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, and my treacherous heart—oh, my poor heart—threatened to leap out of my chest.
          	
          	"Arey no, Monu, you can't afford to lose your control with your stranger husband," I reminded myself, mentally slapping my overdramatic nerves.

Sumitraranjan

There was a ff of moran I use to read in which Monami was a collage going (means 19 year girl ) and Karna was  a commander
          who was trained under Monami's father ( who was also a commander) and a day he died in a mission but before that he take a promise from Karna that he will marrie his daughter monami ......can any one please tell me the name of the story if you know because I don't remember it please pls pls

SwatiKumari127

@Sumitraranjan  that book is deleted
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SwatiKumari127

Hey do you know about the silent killer writter of Wattpad jo zdmn par story likthi thi 
          In her story karan ke pass supernatural powers thi aur monami se uski shaddi forcefully hui thi usle father ke khena par 
          Story ka naam tha ishqiyat

SwatiKumari127

@pheonixguy any other platform she is
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pheonixguy

@SwatiKumari127 Wo book ek saal pehle hi author ne delete kar diya. In fact, author khud bhi nahi hai Wattpad pe.
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crystal_heart756

A major spoiler new book 
          
          Monami’s POV
          
          A strange warmth spread through my body, pulling me from the remnants of my dream. Blinking a few times, my vision adjusted to the dim morning light, and that’s when my breath hitched.
          
          Karan.
          
          He was beside me.
          
          Sleeping peacefully.
          
          His one arm was wrapped around my bare waist, a result of last night when Bharkha Bhabhi had insisted I wear a saree. The loose drape of my pallu had shifted sometime during the night, leaving my skin exposed to the slight chill of the room. But instead of shivering, I felt a different kind of warmth.
          
          My head rested on his bicep, my fingers absentmindedly splayed over his toned stomach. Our faces were dangerously close—too close. Just an inch more, and my lips would brush against his. His warm breath fanned my face, sending a strange sensation through my body. A slow, unfamiliar knot coiled within me, making me acutely aware of every point of contact between us.
          
          No.
          
          I needed to move.
          
          "Karan," I murmured, barely above a whisper.
          
          His name felt foreign yet familiar on my lips. Like a lullaby I didn’t know I could sing. A name so simple, yet why did it feel like poetry in the morning stillness?
          
          But Karan didn’t wake up. Instead, he did something completely unexpected.
          
          He nuzzled into my neck.
          
          A gasp almost escaped me as his strong arms pulled me deeper into his embrace, his nose grazing the delicate curve of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, and my treacherous heart—oh, my poor heart—threatened to leap out of my chest.
          
          "Arey no, Monu, you can't afford to lose your control with your stranger husband," I reminded myself, mentally slapping my overdramatic nerves.

crystal_heart756

Next chapter is updated in scrollstock absolutely free for followers 
          
          A small scene 
          
          A heated argument erupted between us.
          
          Param Bhaiyya and Dadaji tried to intervene, trying to stop us—but neither of us was willing to back down.
          
          And then, when he realized that he was losing the argument, he did what most men do when their ego is hurt.
          
          He raised his hand to slap me.
          
          I wasn’t expecting it.
          
          But my body reacted on its own—I quickly lifted my hand as a shield to protect my cheek, squeezing my eyes shut.
          
          I braced myself for the impact.
          
          But it never came.
          
          Slowly, I opened my eyes.
          
          A strong hand had grabbed my father’s wrist, stopping him mid-air. The grip was tight. Firm. Unyielding.
          
          I turned to look at the man who had stopped him.
          
          It was Karan.
          
          His eyes burned with rage, his jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. His grip on Dr. Mahajan’s wrist tightened, as if he was ready to snap his bo
          
          nes right then and there.
          
          I had never seen Karan this angry before.
          
          I didn’t know how to react.
          
          I just stood there. Frozen.
          
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