"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭. 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐚, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

22 years old ADHIRA VATS, who's vague & intricate, too naive to deal with the cruel world. Getting married was never in her list, atleast not before getting settled & providing her father a luxurious life. She has been her papa's Gudiya since always. Shorthand for doted upon, a bit indulged, a girl child loved deeply, if imperfectly, by her father. He's been her mentor always. The dream she has weaved all these years of a ecstatic & contented family unlike her parents will be acquired? What will happen when she'll be tied in a sacred bond called as marriage? Will her innocence be taken for granted or will she ever be able to come over her insecurities? VIKRAM VASHISHTH , a 27 years old man, who's apathetic, reserved & formal yet authentic and courageous. He is a man of his words who has been burning candles at both the ends for his loved ones, for his family. Easily the most dependable human, who has always been the backbone of his family. What will happen when he'll get married? Will he ever be the one at receiving end? Will he ever get a person to rely on? To understand him & break his walls to see his broken self? Or will he keep his caged emotions confined? One doesn't believe in the idea of love & the other one is unfamiliar with the feeling of love but has a ray of hope. Will their world will turn upside-down or will they'll find their happily ever after? The two straight lines will ever bend & join together? They're destined to found each other but will they find solace in each other? Join their journey of compatibility, trust, care, respect with the enormous amount of desi tadka. 'I don't own the cover or any other pictures used, the credit goes to the rightful owner respectfully.'

Lotus: Her Blooming Love "Love isn't about claiming, it's about surrender. And healing begins where true love waits silently. Gauri Vishwakarma was born with fire in her aim and devotion in her heart. A joyful, talkative girl whose world revolved around archery, friendships, and the whispered prayers she shared with her eternal companion-Shri Krishna. She thought she understood love. At least, that's what her possessive boyfriend made her believe. But everything begins to change the moment she steps into Jamshedpur, chasing her dreams at the Tata Archery Academy. When her brother's best friend, Shiv Verma, a quiet, dark-skinned coach with eyes full of unspoken emotions, walks back into her life-everything that once seemed sure starts to unravel. What Gauri doesn't know is that Shiv has loved her since they were teenagers-since the first time he saw her lighting a diya in the Radha Krishna temple, talking to Kanha like He was really listening. She never noticed. But he never forgot. Now, fate brings them under the same roof, in the same training ground, with her heart confused and his love silent. Will her broken beliefs about love shatter under pressure, or bloom into something pure? Will she see the difference between control and care? And will Kanha guide her to a love that heals? A tender, slow-burn desi love story that celebrates faith, healing, and the kind of love that waits. Forever.

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

"In the intricate weave of love and heartbreak, Mehek, Ruhanika, and Samaira each find themselves tangled in emotions they can't control. Mehek hides her love for her best friend, Aakash, choosing duty over desire. Forced into marriage, will Aakash be the one to heal the wounds she's kept hidden for years? Ruhanika thought love would never be hers when her crush shattered her heart. But as Ridansh walks away, she realizes the man she truly loves is the one she might have lost forever. Samaira carries the weight of helping Atharv rebuild his shattered soul. Together, they discover that healing takes trust, patience, and a bond deeper than words. Three lives. Three love stories. One unforgettable journey of healing and redemption. Will these souls find their eternal entwine, or will love slip away?" ---

18 years old Sirisha Mathur, is an intelligent, straight-A, and straightforward yet introverted girl. She had never even imagined that she would fall in love but when she meets, 19 years old Kunal Oberoi, who is an all-rounder, good at studies, plays football well, is handsome, and is hell extroverted, but is way too irresponsible to be an adult, Things happen that she had never thought could happen to her, Weird Feelings Goosebumps Butterflies In The Stomach Affection Blushing Jealousy LOVE.... All Mine Duet: Book 1 ~~~~~~ I can't make the Description any more catchy. But I can assure you that this story is worth reading. Do give it a try and review <3 (Mature Content. Warning has been given on the chapter head so that you can skip that chapter.) ___________________________ All Rights Reserved ©

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

__❤︎ The Maid and the Mafia King ❤︎__ Losing her father at the age of 20, Bella started to search for jobs. Not to mention, she already was doing 2 jobs. But they were not enough to pay her father's debt. With the help of her friend's cousin, she got the job of working as a maid in a big mansion,owned by a multi billionaire. She heard the owner of the mansion was young and the mansion too screamed rich and power. But what she didn't know was the owner of the mansion was feared by people, the most perilous Mafia king of Italy and around the world. She didn't know one more thing. That the ruthless Mob king was going to claim her 𝑯𝑰𝑺 no matter what. _________ "Sshhh.. no one cares," Lucifer's hot breath hitting my neck as his lips slowly tracing down to my collarbone. "No please- w-we shouldn't ahh.." I gasped as he took the skin of my sweet spot between his teeth. "Don't open your mouth. I won't be responsible for what I would do to you if you open your sweet mouth again, " he didn't give me time to response before he claimed my lips possessively. ________ •[ WARNING ] Contains MATURE CONTENT, VOLGAR LANGUAGE, ABUSE. (18+) _________ Started: 12/08/20 Completed: 24/11/20 •°•°•°• [Cover by me]