⚠️ WARNING: This story is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit scenes, bold language, hardcore and passionate romance. --- Before Wattpad took down my previous account and this story, it had four to five lakh readers. It was my fastest-growing story ever. When I started writing it back in 2024, people loved it so much, but unfortunately my previous account was taken down, and the story along with it. I'm re-uploading the story here again, and I hope it reaches all the fans once more! 🤞 --- In a world where boundaries blur and passions ignite, The Relationship Beyond Student and Teacher explores the complex and intoxicating dynamics between Ravi and Meena. What starts as a forbidden attraction spirals into nights of rough, reckless passion, whispered moans, and a dangerous addiction neither of them can quit. The deeper they fall, the harder it gets to hide their secret. Can Meena keep control when Ravi is willing to risk everything for her? Can they escape the consequences of a love they were never meant to have? 🔥 Some desires are too strong to resist. Will you dare to step inside her classroom? 🔥

#1 in Romancefanfiction out of 32.5k stories #1 in Romedy #1 in Ashwin #1 in Ashwinkumar #1 in Ashwinsivaangi #1 in Ashaangi #1 in Tanglish Thank you makkale...💜💜💜 Hello makkale.... yet another Ashaangi FF... What do I do.. I love them more... okay kadhaikulla povom... Aditya is a royal, rich, handsome, decisive and focused guy. He is our first youngest prime minister and country's eligible bachelor but he always keeps a distance from opposite gender due to a strange disease. Suhasini is a badass, bold, dumb, funny and witty girl. she is ostracized by her family and is currently struggling to establish herself as a fashion designer. A beautiful accident leads them to get married. Two strangers under one roof. What will be their future?? Will suhasini keep herself safe from the charming Aditya?? Will Aditya be able to leave her at the end of the contract?? Warning: This is a matured story and will be little explicit. Disclaimer: indha kadhaiyil varum anaithum karpanaiye.. Idhu oru FAN FICTION. yaar manadhaiyum pun padutha alla.. Thank you all...

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦: 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. She's stubborn, always has been actually. Doesn't take things seriously unless she wants to. Chaos? Yeah, that never really bothered her. But there was one thing she always kept her distance from . It was the world her father used to be a part of, and she had seen enough to know just how dangerous it was. The world where loyalty and betrayal walk side by side , where people live knowing tomorrow isn't promised. *Ahem* But babygirl still walked into the same world she once hated. Just to ruin him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Him isn't just any man. He's is the one whose name alone is enough to make people sweat, a man who lives and dies for brotherhood. After all, he's Haryanvi, and everyone knows a Haryanvi isn't truly a Haryanvi if loyalty for his brothers doesn't run in his blood. But his loyalty goes even deeper for that one man. And for him, he would destroy anyone. Even the girl he was once obsessed with. Note ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞ English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Translation of haryanvi dialogues are available.

Gujrat, Pakistan. A town where legacy doesn't die - it simmers quietly, waiting to rise again. Hasna Chaudhary Sikander was born with a name that once ruled the region. Her grandfather, Chaudhary Maqbool Sikander, wasn't just a minister - he was a legend. Three-time Nazim-e-Aala of the union council, unchallenged for fifteen years. People say the sun didn't rise in the valley without Maqbool's permission. But then he stepped down. Not because he lost. Because he chose silence over politics. And in his silence, a new name began to rise - the Haiders. Now, twenty-one-year-old Hasna lives in the ancestral haveli, walls lined with fading portraits and louder silences. Her family hasn't contested in years. Her father, a quiet businessman. Her uncles, comfortable in the background. But respect - that never left the Sikander name. Especially not in Gujrat. And now... another Chaudhary prepares to rise. Chaudhary Shehryar Haider, son of Haider Sr., is only twenty-four. Young, sharp, and ambitious. He wasn't raised to follow; he was trained to rule. And this year, he's stepping into the ring. Posters with his face are already plastered across poles, rickshaws, and chai dhabas. The air smells like politics - thick and heavy. Everyone expects a Haider vs. nobody election. Until fate flips the board. On a dusky afternoon in the old bazaar, Hasna's path crosses his. She's there for fabric. He's there to shake hands. But one gust of wind - deliberate by the universe - sends her dupatta flying... right onto Shehryar's shoulder. Their eyes lock. Her gaze - proud, unreadable. His - calculating, lingering a second too long. Two Chaudharys. Two legacies that were never meant to mix. But what happens when forgotten power meets rising ambition? He's the storm heading for the ballot. She's the silence that once ruled it all. But some silences... return with thunder.

My fist clenched against the edge of the table when he pushed a hair strand behind her ear and leaned closer, what the fuck!! Why she is not pushing him away, why the fuck she is letting him be close to her. No!!! He is going to kiss her!!! Not at all. I had enough of this shit. Their lips were about to touch when I stood up from my seat and approached them. I pushed him before giving a hard punch on his jaw. " What the heck Shiv!!!!! " I heard her offensive voice from behind. I turned to look at her!! She went closer to him again " Zain, are you okay? " " Yeah , it wasn't that hard. " My blood boiled when she touched his jaw with her delicate hands. " Stop touching him!! " I pushed him again. " Why did you hurt him, what's wrong with you? " " What the heck is wrong with you, Sara?? What are you doing with him?? " She sighed before rolling her eyes " stop meddling!! " " I am not meddling!! " " Really?? " I stayed silent, noticing all the movements on her face!! " It's meddling Mr. Shivansh, you are no one to interrupt my good time with someone I love!! " Bold of her to use word love, as if I am going let her love someone else. " Love?? " I scoffed " I remember you saying you love me, just a week back "

*Status - Ongoing* COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK (Link in my bio) Updating schedule - • Scrollstack - Completed • Wattpad - once the target is completed ~~ Book-3 of 'Childhood sweetheart series' ________________________________________ Radhika's life was a daunting journey, filled with ups and downs that she faced alone. But everything changed when she crossed paths with RR, Ranvijay Raghuvanshi - a man consumed by his possessiveness. His gaze fell upon a naive girl, struggling to find her footing, and he offered his help - but at a price. What was the cost of his favor? Will Radhika succumb to his demands? Immerse yourself in this captivating tale to uncover the answers. Dive into this gripping narrative to unravel the secrets that bind them!

Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not interested in dating anyone at the moment. She was content with being single and wanted to enjoy her college life to the fullest without any commitments holding her back. She always had this belief in the timeline in her mind. 'Meeting. . . Knowing. . . Dating. . . Live-in. . . Marriage. . .' Marriage has always been somewhere in the back of her head. She didn't believe in the concept of love at first sight or the prospect of marrying someone she hadn't lived with. She is fully committed to enjoying her college life to the fullest. However, when her grandparents invite her parents to spend the summer holidays with them in India, she reluctantly agrees to go along. To her delight, she discovers that she will have the opportunity to meet one of the country's royal families during her trip. But that's not all stored for her. When things take a 360°, she couldn't do anything except listen. Until it crashed all her beliefs in one go, they said love doesn't need to come first, then marriage. It can be the other way: first comes marriage, then comes love, filling you like slow happiness in a desert of sadness. "We meet for a reason― to fill the empty parts, to make it a little over the top, to try the filmy drama in a drama called life."

"Isn't it beautiful? Two people who didn't even Know each other once, Now pray for each other's happiness Even before their own." ....... "What did you say?" Ayaan growls with his dangerously low voice scaring the shit out of the poor girl whose heart is trembling in fear but also excitement at the thought of annoying her husband. "You heard it but still if you want to hear it again then I repeat" she holds her pyjamas up "You are a jerk!! A freaking jerk!!" She yells and quickly takes a u-turn to run for her dear life while holding her pyjamas up so she does not trip and fall as she is laughing out loudly feeling amused and happy after annoying his arrogant yet sweet Husband who is shooting dagger through her soul but he couldn't hide the fact that his heart is smiling looking at his wife who is being all scared yet is a brat. @the_vampgal Thanks for the lovely cover.

~Glimpse~ "Dusro ki Cheezo ko Lena, Acchi Baat Nahi Hoti hai Bai sa." She looked back and my eyes met those Beautiful Orbs, A small frown spread on her Calm and Gorgeous Face as She turned her face back towards the Peacocks and asked. "Aapko Humara Note nahi mila? Humne Aapki Desk per Rakha tha." "Note Toh Mila par, Hume Apni Cheeze Baantna pasand nahi hai" I said, Trying to Tease her. But Her being the Innocent person, She turned to me and Closed the book, Before forwarding it in my direction. "Sorry, hume pata nahi tha. Actually I love reading and When I saw this book it fascinated me, so I thought... But It's Okay I will read it some other Day." She passed me a smile and kept the Book On the Ground for me to Pick. I held her hand and Kept the book back in her Hand making her Look at me with Confused Eyes. "Humne Kaha Hume Pasand Nahi hain, iska ye matlab nahi ki Hum Seekh nahi Sakte. Hone wali biwi hain aap humari, Zindagi Baant rahe hain aapke saath chizein Baantna bhi seekh Jayenge." □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■ ~Protagonist~ Abhimanyu Singh Rathore, 29 year old Young Man Known as Hukum of Rajasthan by the Residents of Rajasthan, While He is known as a Sharp minded Business Man in the Industry. Ridhima Mishra, a 24 -soon to be 25- year old Psychologist, Not Psychiatrist, Hope you know the difference, Is know as a Kind and Understanding Person by the people around her. □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■ To see how their love story will Unfold, Do check out my book Hukum's Biwi, Which is the First book of Rathore series..