🌹✨ His Obsession to Keep ✨🌹 A College Romance by @kiara_azira03 💫 This is the story of Rishaan Singh Raghuvanshi & Ananya Rathore 💫 A boy who thrived in control... and a girl who refused to be tamed. 🎓 She was the campus golden girl. 🌞 Too bright. Too fearless. Too stubborn to notice danger lurking in plain sight. 🔥 And he was that danger Rishaan, all sharp lines, colder-than-ice eyes, and a silence that dared her to break it. From the first moment, he claimed her. Not for love. Not for friendship. For obsession. She called him a wolf; he called her Khargosh. She wanted warmth, comfort, love. He wanted fire, chaos, possession. With stolen glances in the library... With coffee deliveries she didn't ask for... With his eyes tracking her every move, even from the shadows... He told her he didn't do love. He told her to keep her distance. But somewhere between her defiance and his madness... She became his addiction. His need. His obsession. "Khargosh... tum samajhti kyun nahi? Tum meri aadat ban gayi ho... aur main aadaton ko chhodta nahi." ❤️🔥 ⸻ ☀️ She fell first. 💔 He fell deeper. 💋 And now, he's never letting her go. ⸻ 📖 From the world of His Rani, His Ruin 👑🩸 Rishaan & Ananya's story is a standalone, but exploring His Rani, His Ruin will reveal the Raghuvanshi family's empire of power, passion ❤️, pride ⚔️... and the obsession that refuses to let go 🔗💞 ⸻ #RishaanAndAnanya #HisObsessionToKeep #CollegeRomance #GrumpySunshine #IndianRomance #FromTheWorldOfHisRaniHisRuin #CampusLove #ObsessiveLove #SlowBurn #PossessiveHero #SheFellFirstHeFellHarder #RaghuvanshiSeries #RomanceBooks #DarkRomanceVibes #BookBoyfriend

Saanjh, a bright and ambitious young girl, had her life all planned out - she would become a teacher, gain independence, and explore the world beyond her village. She longed to inspire young minds and live life on her own terms. But before her dreams could take flight, her family forced her into marriage - right after 12th grade - with Vijay, a quiet 25-year-old farmer's son. Vijay, too, had once dreamed big. He wanted to study further. But like Saanjh, his fate was sealed by tradition and responsibility. As two strangers bound by a forced marriage, Saanjh and Vijay struggle to reconcile their broken paths. He respects her. She resents him. But what happens when patience meets passion... and silent sacrifice starts to look like love? This is a story of rural love, second chances, and a woman's fight to reclaim her voice - set in the heart of 1990s India

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 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. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines 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? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

I see her... she's standing in my room, glowing. Draped in a deep red saree that hugs her curves like it was stitched by desire itself. Her long hair flows down in soft waves, her maang tikka catching the light. Her lips-those familiar, infuriating, plump lips-glossed and slightly parted. She looks... like a bride. My bride. I forget to breathe. The room is quiet, dimly lit. She doesn't say a word-just looks at me. Not shy, not bold. Just... there. As if she belongs. My steps are slow as I walk toward her. My hand lifts on its own, trailing gently along the silk of her saree until it reaches her bare waist. Warm. Soft. Real. She doesn't flinch. Her eyes hold mine, and I'm not sure if my heart is racing or stopping. My gaze drops to her lips. God. I lean in, one hand resting on her waist, the other brushing her cheek. Her breath warms mine. My eyes flutter shut, lips just inches from hers... Knock. Knock. I freeze. My lips hover, not touching. "Who's knocking?" I whisper, eyes still closed. She giggles. "Open your eyes and see." I frown. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder now. Her voice begins to fade. "Open your eyes, Aarav..." she whispered near my lips. ____ She came to the city chasing her dreams. He became the distraction she never saw coming. And what will happen when Aarav and Priya's fathers clash with each other? To find the answers to all these questions, you'll have to read this story. So please read this story and shower it with lots of love. And don't forget to follow me! 🤞😘💖

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 Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - 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.)

‎‎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 falls deeply in love with him. ‎ 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.