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Aahana : His Forbidden Obsession || 18+






šŗšš'š š ššššššš ššššššš šš ššš šššš ššš-š ššš, š šššššššš, ššš ššššššš šššššššššššš. š©šš ššš ššššš šššššššš ššš ššššš šššš ššš šš ššš šššš ššš... ššš ššš ššš šššššš šš ššš. š¦š¶šš®šæš® š š²šµšæš® barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. š„ššš®š»ššµ ššµššæš®š»š®. Mafia King. Business Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? š¦šµš² šš®š š®š¹šæš²š®š±š šµš¶š. "š¦š®š, šš¼š'šæš² š¼š»š¹š šŗš¶š»š² šš¼ š¹š¼šš²." - Thrust "š¬...šš²š," I moaned. "š¦š®š, šš¼š'šæš² š¼š»š¹š šŗš¶š»š² šš¼ šæšš¶š»." - Thrust "š¬...šš²š," I breathed, voice shaky. "š¦š®š, šš¼š'šæš² š¼š»š¹š šŗš¶š»š² šš¼ š³šš°šø." - Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. "š¬...šš²š," I whimpered, almost breaking.



Long ago, in the celestial realm of Nythesis, a sorcerer and a sorceress defied the stars for love. They were twin flames-born of light and power, bound by destiny. But when the war of realms cast them down to Earth, fate turned merciless. She died in his arms beneath an unfamiliar sky, her soul scattering like stardust. With trembling hands, he buried her-along with every piece of his heart-beneath the soil where she fell. Unable to endure life without her, he sealed himself away in a spellbound slumber, choosing eternal darkness over a single dawn without her. And so, he waited. For 5,300 years, empires rose and crumbled, stars were born and perished, and the world forgot. But love did not. Now she walks the earth once more-reborn, human, and unaware. Her memories of him are gone, her powers dormant, her soul untouched. Yet in the shadows, the ancient magic stirs. Because fate remembers what she cannot. And when the stars align again, their story-woven in sorrow, bound in fire-will awaken. A love once lost to shadows, destined to rise again. -------------------------------------------------------------------- āØ šššš„šš ⨠"šŖšš ššš šššš ššš šš, š²šššššš? š±ššš... šššš š šššš? š¬ššš šš š° ššššš šššššš?" āØ šššššš§š ⨠"ššš ššš šššš šš ššš šššš... š° šššš šššš šššš šššššššš ššš ššš, š¬ššššš."



For 200 years, Ashtram Raghuvanshi has lived under the weight of a curse-unchanging, ageless, and forced to witness the fleeting lives of those he holds dear. The world around him has shifted endlessly, eras changing, empires rising and falling, yet his existence has remained a constant shadow in time. Through centuries of loss and loneliness, his heart has hardened, his soul veiled in darkness. Until the day he saw her. Niranya Sharma. She was light in his endless night, a spark that ignited a fire he had long forgotten could exist. From the very first moment, she became his obsession, his salvation, his everything. She was more than a desire-she was a promise of life, of hope, of something beyond the curse that bound him. It is forbidden, born of a connection that defies fate itself. Yet, for Ashtram, nothing is more sacred. He is willing to defy the very fabric of destiny, to break every rule and cross every line, for the one who has given him a reason to live after centuries of mere existence. This is a tale of love and obsession, of light and darkness, where the boundaries of time and humanity blur, and two hearts are ready to face the impossible for the sake of each other. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "He is the Devil, wrapped in Darkness in my heaven, the temptation in my virtue. His touch sets my soul ablaze, and I find myself craving the chaos he brings." ~Niranya Sharma~ "She is the Angel, wrapped in Lightness in my hell, the purity in my sin. Her love is the melody that soothes my savage heart, and starlight that guides me through the eternal darkness." ~Ashtram Raghuvanshi ~

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