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Freaky Dares

Forced Wedding; A Weird Freaky Love

Two wealthy families have come together to unite their offspring, whom they consider incongruent, through marriage, in the belief that it will lead them to a more compatible path. The children, unaware of their parents' plan, find themselves at odds; the husband, Malayika, uncomfortable, chooses to spend time with his friend as usual, ignoring his new spouse. The woman, for her part, wants to change the situation so that they can get to know each other and try to establish a closer relationship. However, she faces significant challenges: her husband's friends persistently insult her and push her away, and her husband lacks the courage to even look in her direction. Since she did not actively resist this marriage from the beginning, will it eventually turn against her and become her nightmare? Will she give up her desire to know her husband and share his life? Or will she adopt her husband's approach and continue to live a life of acquiescence until she reaches the age of divorce specified in their contract? Are you prepared to explore the intricacies of the story and unravel its ultimate conclusion? Will the husband eventually embrace his wife's efforts to foster intimacy, or will the wife in question abandon her efforts and allow her husband and his friend to do as they please? Or will extraneous factors emerge and contribute to a more complex and nuanced narrative? Join us as we delve into the evolution of their story and uncover its ultimate denouement.
Quentin_Pidon · 4.4K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 8.8K Views
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