His jaw clenched. "I kissed you, Divya. I felt that kiss. Don't you dare stand here and tell me it meant nothing.""I never said it meant nothing," I snapped, tears pricking my eyes. "I said it was a moment. Just a mistake in the middle of a stupid dream." She was chaos wrapped in charm When bubbly, bold Divya collides with the stoic, self-made millionaire Aditya, sparks fly - and so does the drama. A story of love, laughter, heartbreak, and healing... where family ties, misunderstandings, and stolen kisses test a love that refuses to quit. ⸻ Let me know if you'd like a more romantic, dramatic, or quirky tone! It's a South Indian love story. Tropes billionaire * middle class girl chubby girl* gymrat tall boy*short girl A Green flag love marriage best friend's brother A south Indian saga slow burn romance

Kaya Emerson has spent her entire life being made to feel like she's too much, too big, too emotional, too unlovable. Raised in a house of cruelty where her stepmother's venom runs deeper than blood, Kaya's only goal is to survive the day, shrink herself, and never be seen. Until she witnesses a man being murdered. And the killer turns to look at her. Cold. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way the devil himself would envy. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤 - mafia king, calculated killer, a man who turns bloodshed into an art. She runs. But he hunts. And when he finds her... he doesn't kill her. He keeps her. "You think I'll let you walk away, tesero? After you saw me at my worst? No. Now I need you to see me at my darkest... and still beg for more." Locked in his penthouse with secrets, diamonds, and demons, Kaya finds herself fighting not just for her freedom, but for her sanity. Because the man who should terrify her makes her feel seen. Wanted. Desired. Protected. Worshipped. Even as he drags her deeper into a world of violence and obsession. "I'll ruin you for anyone else, Kaya. They'll look at you, and you'll still be dripping with my name." He's possessive. Ruthless. Addicted to her curves. She's broken, insecure, and dangerously close to falling for her captor. And the scariest part? She's starting to like the way it feels to be his. 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼'𝙎 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙑𝘼𝘾𝙀𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 [18+] 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : this book contain body shaming, verbal abuse, mention of suicidal thoughts, graphic violence and murder, NSFW/smut/explicit scenes etc. So read on your own risk. If you don't like it then kindly click off the story than sounding stupid in my comment box.

Tara Chakraborty... a simple, Plus size, soft-hearted girl whose heart breaks even at the slightest thing. And Ranveer... a man whose anger, possessiveness, and cold behavior are beyond comprehension. Between them begins a story filled with more pain than love, more misunderstanding than trust, and more control than care. One mistaken suspicion... One false smile... And Kriti's innocent act of ma. king things dirty... All of this turns Tara's life into a living hell in a matter of seconds. Ranveer, the man Tara loved with all her heart... One day, he burns her hands-all because of a misunderstanding. And Tara's heart cries out for just one thing: "I wish I had never seen Ranveer..." But fate has something else in store for them both. After Ranveer learns the truth... will he let Tara distance herself from him o r... will he assert even more authority over her? A story filled with 🔥 jealousy 🔥 betrayal 🔥 intense emotions 🔥 dangerous passion Because sometimes... the person you love the most, hurts you the deepest. . . . . Published 13/30/2025. Reach 20k 12/1/2026. Reach 30k 1/2/2026. Reach 40k 22/2/2026. Reach 50k 16/3/2026.

EDITING ON GOING(ADDING PICTURES) A chubby, shy girl named Meera is often overlooked in school - until she crosses paths with Aarav, the school's most popular boy. They start as enemies through teasing and misunderstandings, but fate keeps bringing them together - from school projects to working at the same company years later. Over time, love blooms, and what started as annoyance turns into unbreakable love that leads to marriage.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

Vanya Kapoor, 30, is a curvy, plus-size literature professor who has spent years secretly in love with Aariv Khurrana-the golden Harvard boy, her "one and only" crush. She's reshaped everything about herself for him-her wardrobe, her hairstyle, even her confidence-clinging to the hope that one day he'll finally see her. But when she confesses her feelings, Aariv humiliates her, shattering the fantasy she's built her life around. Heartbroken, Vanya vows to reclaim herself and move on. What she doesn't know is that someone else has been watching her all along-Veeraj Khurrana, Aariv's younger brother. Unlike Aariv, Veeraj doesn't want her to change; he's drawn to her curves, her mind, her fire. He wants her exactly as she is, with a hunger that borders on madness. As Vanya tries to rebuild her life, she finds herself pulled into an unexpected, intoxicating connection with the one man she never imagined-and begins to discover a love story fiercer and truer than any she's ever dreamed

Atlas has always craved Lana, his enigmatic and alluring personal assistant. Her presence was his restraint, the only thing keeping his desire in check. But when Lana abruptly decides to resign, Atlas is faced with a devastating realisation - he's about to lose the one woman who has consumed his thoughts for years. Lana knows she and Atlas are impossible. She's older, wiser, and most importantly, he's her boss - a line she refuses to cross. But Atlas isn't a man who takes NO for an answer. What Atlas wants, Atlas gets. _______________________________________ "Why have you been ignoring me?" I asked her angrily "I- I .. Atlas please, we shouldn't be here" she stuttered out "I own the fucking building Lana, we can be anywhere I want" I said pissed that she was trying to avoid the topic "You left me" I said softly, not being able to hide my hurt anymore "I didn't leave you Atlas" she whispered softly "Yes you fucking did" I growled at her

He wants her body, not her heart. She wants to silence the world. 💍 "We signed papers, not hearts... but fate had other plans." She never believed in love. He never believed in trust. One desperate deal, one binding contract-and suddenly they are husband and wife. What starts as a cold, calculated arrangement soon spirals into something neither of them expected: stolen glances, forbidden desires, and a war between pride and passion. But contracts have clauses, and love... has no expiration date. Will they survive the rules they made, or will the fine print ruin them forever?

This is a story about two strangers falling in love through the course of their married life...A love story between a plus sized girl and an sexier than thou guy who fall in love despite the differences in their caste , status and lifestyle... A marriage mishap...the bride left at the altar...and the brother's best friend jumping in to rescue the lady in distress as a knight in shining armour.But the problem is, Vasudha seems to not accept his proposal!! Vasudha is a middle class girl with a strong and unwavering character. She is smart , sensible and emotionally guarded with a wall surrounding her heart the height of the Great Wall of China. Pallavan belongs to the elite society of the social strata . He is smart , sexy , considerate and a charming guy with a swoon worthy smile . Now it would be interesting to see how the story unfolds and how they begin to fall for each other despite their differences. Excerpt from the story : "Hmm...Are you hungry...?" Vasudha asked him suddenly,desperate to change the topic. Pallavan understood the reason behind her sudden change in the topic of their conversation.Masking the pain,Pallavan glided his hand even lower and cupped possessively the generous flesh of her buttock, his other hand grasped her jaw firmly,his eyes gazed hungrily at her parted lips and then his eyes locked with hers. Vasudha's hands curled against his chest,she couldn't understand her husband,one moment he was all over her and the very next moment he was looking at her as if she was a criminal. He leaned in, "Yes , Vasudha ! I'm starving." He said to her,his voice hoarse with barely restrained craving for her. "O..kkay...! Okay ! I'll prepare breakfast,as fast as I can...!" Vasudha struggled to get the words out of her mouth,she tried to turn away from him but he dug his fingers firmly into her skin almost making her gasp in pain. He leaned against her ear," I was not talking about food,Vasudha !" He whispered into her ear.