[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

"Say you hate me again. Maybe if you keep saying it, I'll stop noticing the way your voice shakes every time you look at me." "Then I guess you should stop looking at me like I'm both your damnation and your greatest muse." . . Ayaan Acharya is everything I should hate. Perfect. Untouchable. The golden boy of the Acharya empire who wins at everything he touches. My rival since childhood. The man who looks at me like we're still trapped in some endless competition neither of us knows how to survive without. And somehow, he's also the person my mind always drifts back to. Every headline with my name in it. Every scandal attached to my reputation. Every stranger dragged into my bed... Just to prove I don't care. None of it matters when he walks into the room. People think our rivalry is hatred. Maybe that's because hatred is easier to understand than whatever this is. Easier than admitting the only person who has ever inspired me... is him. Inay Malhotra is my greatest agony. Beautiful. Reckless. The fashion industry's favorite villain with rumors wrapped around his name like smoke. They say sleeping with him guarantees success. They say he ruins people just as easily as he makes them. What they don't know is that he ruined me years ago with a single kiss. Because ever since that day, I've had to live with the unbearable truth that... The person I love might never choose me back. So I play my role perfectly. Smile perfectly. Compete perfectly. While every victory feels hollow standing next to the only man I've ever wanted. Maybe we can keep pretending this is rivalry. Maybe we can keep tearing each other apart under flashing cameras and whispered rumors. As long as neither of us admits the truth- That no matter who we touch, who we date, or who we become... He will always be my ravenous one. And I will always belong to him.

Sometimes they say you meet the right person but at the wrong time. Maybe that was the reason the two of them could never get together. Anahira Raghuvanshi was just a 7th standard, 13 year old girl when she met her brother's best friend for the first time. That was supposed to be a day spent watching Tangled, her first time bunking school. What she hadn't expected was this different kind of thrill and feeling she didn't quite understand. A Crush. She just had her first crush. On a boy who was 17 and a boy who was utterly forbidden. Shrihaan was everything a young girl would admire, he had that face that could shame the tv stars and in stillness looked like a celestial being forced into exile in between the mortals. He was witty, slightly dangerous and mysteriously unpredictable all the way while being a straight A+ student. No wonder Everyone had a crush on him and she was just another one of those girls admiring him quietly except he wasn't as cold to her like everyone else. He did adore her somewhere . And that was what she knew - her doom. Because while she was building a romance in her Teenage head , he saw her as nothing but an adorable kid who always found dumb ways to get in trouble. From a young girl to a beautiful woman who could have any boy she liked, her heart had never let go. She didn't care about how long she had to wait. All she knew was that she had fallen for the prettiest boy she had seen and that she wanted to forever be in love with the greatest man she knew. ✨|•🌷•|✨ 𝑯𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕. 𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕. ✨|•🌷•|✨ A story inspired by the c-drama Hidden Love but with its own original plot and characters. The story features a 4 year age gap and is a soft , slow burn romance where a girl finally gets the man of her dreams. The Story has trauma , childhood love , friendship, family bonding, found fami

~𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑸 𝑩𝑺 𝑨𝑰𝑲 𝑩𝑨𝑨𝑹 𝑯𝑰 𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑨𝑰 ~ || Arranged Marriage Romance || -----°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆---- MUSAAB USMAN SIDDIQUE, He has Everything you can Find in a Perfect man, Wealth, Good looks and Happy Family. He can do Anything to Keep his Family Happy But Is he happy? MAHAM AHMER KHAN, The Absolute Sunshines of Everyone Lives, But Has no hope of light in her Own life. Heart-broken But mend everyone's Hearts but Is she happy with her life? What Happened when Two Broken Souls Meet? Will they heal each other or remain Wounded? ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ~ "She was his Peace in the chaos" ~ ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ T R O P E S • Arranged Marriage • Slow-burn • Grumpy×Sunshine • Love After Marriage • He fell First and HARDER • Strong MMC • Billionaire Romance • Age-Gap • Secrets ● HALAL ROMANCE. To know more, Join me in their Beautiful Journey. Ya