𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻 #3 Can be read as standalone. ══════⊹⊱❖⊰⊹══════ Tara Gupta has lived her life in shadows. Overlooked, unloved, and burdened with a past too painful to speak of. With a romantic heart and a quiet smile, she's spent years giving everything to everyone, receiving nothing in return. Her only escape is in the pages of her beloved romance novels, where love is always kind, and endings are always happy. But even fairytales stop making sense when real life keeps breaking you down. Tara has given up on the idea of love, until fate binds her to someone she never saw coming. Kabir Kashyap is brilliant and broken. One of the country's most skilled neurosurgeons, he's spent his life patching up wounds- his patients', his family's, and his own. Abandoned by his father, hardened by responsibility, Kabir doesn't do attachments. Love is an emotion he's trained himself to live without until a timid girl with haunted eyes and a trembling voice is forced into his world through an arranged marriage that neither of them asked for. She hides her scars beneath silence. He hides his pain behind control. But sometimes, two fractured souls find in each other the home they never had. In a marriage born out of duty and compulsion, can two broken hearts write a love story of their own? ══════⊹⊱❖⊰⊹══════ TROPES Lovers Arranged Marriage Betrayal Billionaire ══════⊹⊱❖⊰⊹══════ Warning 🔞 Please read the trigger warnings before you start. This book is intended for readers above the age of 18

Book 1 of "DEVOTIONAL LOVE SERIES" ★•°•. Soft Romance .•°•★ "I ALWAYS LOVED YOU !!!", I shouted. Okay I need to stay calm. "Ananya, you are not burden on me. You are my wife and love of my life, how can you be a burden for me huh?", I said calmly while looking straight into her drown worthy eyes, while my hand cupped her cheeks. "You love me ???", she asked, her voice a low whisper as if fearing what if someone hear and cast an evil eye. Her eyes looked at me with longing exptessions and I couldn't hold back anymore and confessed. I nodded while my heart beated loudly behind my ribcage as I confessed, "Yes, my Ananya. I love you." "S-since when?", she stuttered, her eyes looking deeply in my eyes, trying to search unsaid words. I can't answer her this question but I can't even hide this life time... can I ? She again asked, "Since when you l-love me niv?" "Six years", I replied. There was a breathless silence. .............•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•............. Will life give second chance to Agniv? Will Ananya meet her savior? To know more, read my first ever story 'Agniv's Aanya : his love' . ♡Tropes♡ ◇Sunshine MML × Broken FML ◇Love at first sight ◇He fall first and harder ◇If not her then no one ◇Will you fall in love with me? #1 in India《17.12.25》

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

‎‎She was always the quiet one. The girl who sat alone. The girl people never noticed. ‎ Meher is a very quiet and introverted girl. In school, she has no friends, no group, and no one to talk to. She often sits alone, eats alone, and feels invisible. Studies are difficult for her, and slowly she starts believing that she is not good enough at anything. School gives her more fear than memories. She learns early how to survive alone. ‎ Then Viraj enters her life. ‎ The son of her father's friend. Her neighbour. And slowly... her only friend. ‎ Viraj is everything Meher is not-confident, extroverted, smart, and a school topper who fits easily into the world around him. ‎ He sat beside her when no one else did. Walked with her when silence felt heavy. Studied with her when she doubted herself the most. Somewhere between shared pencils, late evenings, growing pressure, and unspoken understanding, Viraj became the only place where Meher felt safe. ‎ He became her comfort. ‎ And without even realizing when or how, Meher fell in love quietly, deeply, the kind of love that grows in silence and lives only in the heart. ‎ But love is never simple. ‎ Will Meher ever find the courage to confess her feelings? Does Viraj feel the same... or does he see her only as a friend? And what happens when life, careers, and dreams start pulling them in different directions? ‎ Never Mine is a slow-burn, emotional story of deep love, quiet feelings, self-doubt, and growing up-a story about emotions that are never spoken, but felt deeply in the heart. ‎ Note: This story contains no toxicity, no cheating, and no toxic men. Every character is written with respect, emotional depth, and human flaws - not cruelty. This is a safe, soft story focused on healing, growth, and mature love.

Boy 1: "Hey, new girl! Stop right there!" Jaanu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately lowered her head, clutching the strap of her bag tighter. She quickened her pace, hoping they'd ignore her if she didn't respond. Boy 2: "Hey! Didn't you hear us? We're talking to you!" Her steps faltered. Fear gripped her, but she knew she couldn't avoid them forever. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked toward them slowly, her head still bowed. She dared not make eye contact, her nerves getting the better of her. Friend 1: "So, what's your name?" Jaanu mumbled her response, her voice barely audible. Jaanu (softly): "Jaanu..." The boys laughed. Friend 2: "What? Speak up, scary cat. What's your name again?" Jaanu, trembling slightly, raised her voice just enough to be heard. Jaanu (a little louder): "Jaanu." Friend 1: "And which year are you in, little Jaanu?" Jaanu: "First year..." It was then that Hrithik finally spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. Hrithik: "Wow. She's such a scared little kitten. Look at her-can't even lift her head. What's she so afraid of? Does she think we're going to eat her or something?" His words stung, but Jaanu remained silent. Friend 2: "Yeah, such an annoying girl. It's like she's imagining things in her head about us." Jaanu flinched slightly at their words but still didn't dare to raise her head. Hrithik smirked as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving her. Hrithik: "Leave her. She's not even worth the time. Just another waste of space in this university." The group laughed, but Jaanu couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. She clenched her fists, her breathing uneven. Hrithik's next words pushed her over the edge. ........................................................... Intresting ? Give it a try to witness how the destiny played between Hrithik and Jaanu.

Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

"I will give you the amount you name and in return your daughter will be mine" he said, grabbing my wrist in a tight grip, causing me intense pain. But it was nothing in front of the pain I was feeling emotionally. He is trying to buy me as if I am a thing. What does he take me as? "Fine, she's yours from now on" my father said shattering me in pieces. He never treated me like his daughter. Always beat the shit out of me for little little things. I endured all this silently without any complaints. But the pain he gave me today, I was now unable to be strong. I broke in cries. He dragged me towards his car and settled inside. I was continuously crying, trying to get myself free from him and begging him to let me go. But nothing seemed to work on him. He turned towards me and left my hand which had the marks of his grip and was hurting really bad. He cupped my face and said "Doll, listen to me. I mean no harm to you. But you have to be a good girl, hmm? Will you be?" He was trying to sound as soft as he could, but couldn't. Scaring me more. ****************************************************** VIVAN SHEKHAWAT, 25 years old. A name that screams fear. The king of the underworld and a top womanizer. Doesn't believe in love anymore because of getting cheated on by his ex-girlfriend. SIYA SINGH, a 18 years old pure soul. A name that shows purity and innocence. An orphan who got adopted later on just to be treated as an unpaid maid. She literally begged her adoptive father for basic rights like education. Got beaten up but eventually her father agreed on the condition of her doing household chores completely. What will happen when she will be sold to the one whom she fears with her life? What will happen when he will see the most beautiful girl he has ever seen or better say he ever cared for, doing nothing for attracting him but just passing by him? Witness the story of his passionate love for her and her developing feelings for him in DARKLY OBSESSED WITH HER.

India's Top #2 & #8 on Wattpad A dark, addictive forced-marriage romance that will stay with you long after the last chapter. "You should be grateful to carry my name now... Mrs. Aaradiya Abhijith Rana Doshi." Aaradiya Akkineni never imagined her life would shatter in a single night. One moment she's a girl with dreams and dignity... the next, she's dragged into a marriage signed in tears, fear, and fate. And the man waiting at the mandap? Abhijith Rana Doshi. CEO by reputation. Mafia king by reality. A man carved from stone-cold, unreadable, and terrifyingly powerful. To him, this marriage is just strategy. A power move. A cage he builds around her with his name. To her, it's a nightmare she can't escape. But when two broken worlds collide, hate has a way of cracking... Pain has a way of revealing truth... And enemies have a way of falling for the very person they swore to destroy. What begins as a toxic clash slowly turns into a burn-slow, dangerous, undeniable. Secrets. Scars. Softness he never wanted to feel. Strength she never knew she had. Can two damaged souls ruin each other... and still find love in the ashes? This isn't just a story. It's a storm. A wound. An obsession waiting to take over your heart. Scroll up and fall in.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #1 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ｡♪ He dragged her onto his lap, his grip firm, his eyes cold with something deeper than anger. She struggled, tears sliding down as she hit his chest weakly. "You always do this to me," she cried, voice cracking like a broken child's. "You don't even care... I hate you!" He didn't react-not to her words, not to her tears. Just stared, his gaze dark and possessive. Then he took her hand, guided it down. "Open the zip," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Take me inside... and complain properly, bachha." --- Tropes : ●Student × professor ●Grumpy × sunshine ●Slow burn ●Forced proximity ●18+ Copyright © 2025 Bella This book is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Written by: bella