♛ ♛ ♛ He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. Her breath hitched - a millisecond of reaction she hated herself for. His eyes darkened. "Yehi reaction main chahta tha," he murmured. Her spine stiffened. "Move." He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, voice brushing her ear like a slow blade- "Tum mujhe itna nafrat karti ho... lekin tumhari saansen phir bhi phans hi jaati hain mere itne paas." Her blood heated. Her pride flared. She lifted her chin and stepped back- Then, with brutal precision, lifted her foot- and pressed her stiletto heel right against his chest. Hard. Right where his heartbeat thudded. Zaviyar froze. Completely. Meerab tilted her head, her voice a soft, lethal whisper: "Ab saans tumhari phansi hui lag rahi hai, Mr. Malik." He exhaled sharply, a breath that sounded like a curse. "Meerab..." Her name left him like a warning. Like a plea. Her heel pressed further into him. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she asked, eyes cutting into his. His gaze flicked down to her heel. Then back up. He didn't touch her. Didn't push her away. Just stood there - chest rising under the sharp leather point as if offering himself willingly. "I think," he said slowly, "you should be terrified of me." ♛ ♛ ♛ -𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-

"This marriage is nothing but a contract. Deal?" Her brown eyes bored into the canvas of his dark ones as she hovered over him with her hands clutching his shoulders tightly, putting all her weight on him, relying on him like an anchor she didn't want. "Deal!" He answered, harbouring her with his hands clasped around her waist. "You aren't allowed to touch me." "As if I'm dying." He loosened his grip around her and she fell right in his arms. --------------------------------------------------------- Highest ranking #4 in spirituality [13-10-2025] Highest ranking #1 in marriage-of-convenience [16-10-2025]

[updates every mondays and thursdays 6pm IST] Cornered and burnt out, she decides to run away from everything she'd built. Resigned to his fate, he stays a willing prisoner and tool in the manor of crimes. When their paths converge, will they become the answer neither knew they were looking for or is it too late?

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.

#3 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Can be read as a STANDALONE • Kavyapriya Kanwar Shaktawat X Anubhav Singh Vaghela • Fighting cases in the courtroom is common for every advocate as breathing is for every living being . The advocates use the knowledge gained during their learning phase in the optimum manner for the upliftment of the society and take the pledge of delivering justice to the innocent is the fundamental duty of their job when they wear their black coats and march towards the courtroom carrying the responsibility of law and justice. The real test begins when that particular case reflects back your past experiences testing you emotionally and mentally but you can't back off as the duty lies on your shoulder to fight and provide justice. This story revolves around Kavyapriya Kanwar Shaktawat (26), a prominent advocate specialist in dealing with crime cases whose chance to lose a case is 0% when she fight against others but when it comes to Anubhav Singh Vaghela (26) ,it turns out to be 50-50. What happens when she finds out that one particular case is actually bringing back traumatic memories of her rival? Will she be able to help him to overcome his past and if yes, will she pay back by breaking herself into pieces in the process of healing him.

**Cinderella in Scrubs** Meet Dr. Pragya "Guppy" Singh - a brilliant junior resident whose medical skills shine brighter than her seniors' egos allow. While saving lives by night and dodging departmental politics by day, she's convinced her story is nothing like Cinderella's. After all, Prince Charming clearly hates Cinderella in this version, right? Enter Dr. Lakshya Mathur - the devastatingly handsome, mysteriously silent urology resident who becomes Pragya's reluctant knight in surgical scrubs. When emergency consultations turn into stolen glances and professional partnerships spark unexpected chemistry, the hospital's most unlikely pair discovers that sometimes the best fairy tales begin in the most chaotic places. But when jealous seniors turn into literal evil stepsisters, threatening to destroy Pragya's career, will love be enough to survive the toxic kingdom of hospital hierarchy? Can two dedicated doctors find their happily ever after while fighting for patients' lives and their own futures? A romantic comedy where stethoscopes replace glass slippers, operating rooms become ballrooms, and true love proves that even the most cynical hearts can believe in fairy tale endings. *Sometimes the best love stories happen at 2 AM in the emergency ward.*

She wasn't supposed to feel. He wasn't allowed to break. And yet here they are-burning slowly in a world that never gave them a choice. Maybe you'll see pieces of yourself in their pain, in their chaos, in their quiet desperation. Maybe you'll hate them. Or maybe, just maybe... you'll understand them. Read it. Feel it. Decide what it means to you. Because every story holds a different meaning depending on who is reading it. This isn't just a love story. It's a reckoning disguised as fate. If you see yourself in this wickedness... Welcome home.

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything.

Sienna Cooper, a seemingly carefree college girl, masks her deep loneliness behind her bright smile. Will she finally find the love she's been waiting for, or remain the girl no guy ever chooses? ***** © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved.