Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.

"You're never going to talk to him again," he growls, voice thick with dark hunger against my skin. My body tightens, caught between dread and a craving I can't control. "If I see you near him," his breath is hot, low, intoxicating, "I'll fucking kill him. And then I'll make you remember how much you belong to me." ༺❀༻ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝. Lily thought falling in love with Neel Khanna was the most dangerous thing she'd ever do, but then she met his best friend, Rehyan Malhotra. And now she's caught between the boy who shattered her and the one who's been putting her back together. But that's not it. There's something else. A shadow moving beneath the surface. A phantom steering through the system, untouchable, unseen, rewriting the rules of power. No one knows who they are. No one can stop them. But Lily feels them closing in. Like she was never meant to escape. She was meant to be found.

Some love stories begin with a choice. Theirs begins with a lie. Ishaani Awasthi never planned to become someone's fiancée overnight-least of all Yuvaan Rao's. He's reckless charm wrapped in confidence, she's control stitched together by responsibility. When families, traditions, and one disastrous misunderstanding push them into a fake engagement, they do what anyone desperate would do. A fake engagement. A real mess. And feelings no one planned for. They pretend. But pretending is dangerous when the house is full of elders who believe in destiny, friends who believe in chaos, and hearts that were never meant to stay untouched. Between stolen glances, staged affection, late-night plans, and Bollywood-level dramatics, Ishaani and Yuvaan walk a fragile line-stretching time, dodging rituals, and lying to everyone except each other. Because somewhere between delaying mahurats and faking forever, the truth begins to breathe. And the question isn't if the lie will unravel. It's what survives when it does. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A heartwarming rom-com that proves love can bloom in the middle of life's beautiful chaos. Yuvaan and Ishaani couldn't be more different - or so they think. He's a free-spirited dreamer with a love for the wild; she's a grounded realist juggling responsibilities and expectations. But when fate (and a series of hilarious, messy circumstances) keeps throwing them together, they're forced to confront not only their growing feelings but their own vulnerabilities. Through heartbreaks, missteps, and moments of unexpected connection, Yuvaan and Ishaani's journey becomes one of realizing you don't have to carry every burden alone - sometimes, the greatest strength comes from letting someone else in and leaning on their shoulder when you need it most.

Akriti hates cheaters. According to her, ❝Once a cheater, always a cheater.❞ After being cheated by her friend-turned-lover-turned-husband, Akriti divorced him and decided to give her life a break. With responsibilities of being a single mother dangling on her shoulders, there was no place for love. ♡♡♡ When Akriti Goyal's father saw his eldest daughter stressing about her life problems, he gave her a task in her work to divert her mind. At 32, being a single mother to a four-year-old son wasn't easy. And, falling in love with the man she was working for was even harder! Yash Gill knew he did wrong, and he was ready to repent. He needed his love and son beside him. The only problem? He had already wasted the chance his wife, or better, ex-wife gave him four years ago. When Shlok Shah met the lead interior designer of his hotels, he knew he was going to lose his mind and sanity. She was his teenage crush and he could've proposed her if not for her boyfriend (Yash). Moreover, their relationship was forbidden in the society; she was two years older to him. Did he care? No. Could Akriti find the Mr Right for her and her son? ♡♡♡ Not your conventional Wattpad ending; you're warned! Weekly updates. Copyright © 2023 Meteor Knight All Rights Reserved.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

Aashika x Vikram Description: TBA

!! 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !! "𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬." Just like everything else in my twisted life, I was forced to be betrothed to my worst nightmare-my bully, a handsome devil with a charming facade who couldn't care less about the world around him. I've always been nothing more than a side pawn in his cruel games, but now it's even worse. Suddenly, I'm the center of his dark attention, and he's hell-bent on making me end this engagement, as if I have any damn say in the matter. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐧 thinks he can shatter me into pieces, but what he doesn't realise is that I'll break him back twice as hard.

[𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝] The one quote which keeps Jaanvi going- 'You are on your own.' Choosing herself over anyone or anything else turned out to be the best decision of her life. Working as a therapist, she loved it, helping people that is, even though the profession had its own pros and cons. Yet, being so happy in what she does, there still remains a void in her heart. A void that she has tried filling in many ways but it remains the same. What happens when she realises that the only way to fill the void is to pull down the walls around her heart again? Is she willing to put herself through the same feelings again or will she be content in avoiding the path which puts her heart at a risk?

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"Got you, Nerdy," he whispered playfully in her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he deftly removed the necklace she'd been struggling with. With a smirk, he flicked her nose, enjoying the game. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his finger, twisting it behind his back with surprising strength. Her eyes blazed as she looked up at him, fierce and unyielding. "Try to touch me one more time, and you'll be going to 'our' honeymoon... in a wheelchair," she warned, her voice dangerously low. He chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched her. He was thoroughly enjoying this fiery side of her, the tigress that had emerged from beneath her soft-spoken exterior. "Not the soft-spoken girl anymore, huh?" he murmured, his voice a teasing whisper as he twirled her around, pulling her back against his chest. She exhaled sharply, her voice laced with bitterness. "People change, Mr. Rajvansh. And I despise the person who forced me to change," she whispered, the words cutting through the air like a blade. His heart clenched, a knot tightening in his chest at the pain in her voice. He held her a moment longer, the weight of her words sinking in. But then, with a soft kiss to her shoulder, he leaned in close, his voice a dark promise. "Just a matter of time, wifey. Just a matter of time." It was just an arrange marriage OR was it?