Cupid never had a chance in their messy, parental-restricted love story Karishma Jha, a twenty-one-year-old recent graduate with the world at her feet if only she chose to face it. Plagued with the worries of the future and yet healing from the scars of her past, she was yet to pay any heed to the present. She was the queen of the world of What-ifs What if I never get a job? What if I never do anything worthwhile? What if I am not here tomorrow? What if someone new moves next door? Still struggling to live one day at a time, she is hit with yet another surprise: a new neighbor, Rishabh Mehta. His arrival gives her the opportunity to take a step out of her cocooned world, to do something daring for once in her sheltered life. What if a girl with perpetually cold feet chooses to befriend a boy who lives like there is no tomorrow? When Rishabh Mehta moved to his aunt's place in Bangalore, the last thing he expected was to deal with the girl next door. Shrew, grump, ornery, he knew the many nicknames of her, except her real name. She proved true to her description when, one night, she cuts off the wire of his music system in the middle of a raging party. That was his first impression of hers. He also never expected her unrelenting efforts to befriend him. When he finally gives in, the possibility of tomorrow increases with every shared laughter and stolen glance. Will their love survive self-imposed obstacles, helicopter parents, and the two-foot gap between their balconies? Or, will it remain a fond memory to smile upon when a day gets a bit more difficult than the rest? TRIGGER WARNING: Though this story could be considered a feel-good rom-com from its cover and description, it does address certain heavy topics like illness, suicide attempts, and domestic violence. For further details please don't miss the content warning preceding the story.

(18+) *Complete/Unedited* ---- "You are death." I heard the grin in his tone. "Death's duty is to take care of the already departed. Newly deceased, and previously deceased alike." ***** Morrigan Wraith lives a double life; one not many would think to question. While on the outside she looks like a normal human detective, underneath all of that lies a grim reaper. Reapers were created at the beginning of time, formed to be unemotional and detached as a soul's transport to either Heaven or Hell. But Morrigan is unlike the rest. She was created with a defective heart - one that felt emotion, and one that got her into more trouble than she ever imagined. (18+ for language, violence, and sexual situations)

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

The first time District Magistrate Arjun Kulkarni saw Rhea Mehta again, she was trying to destroy his career. He knew it before he even opened the article. Her name was printed at the top of the page in bold. By Rhea Mehta, Senior Correspondent Arjun stared at it for a long moment. Seven years. Seven years since he had last spoken to her. Seven years since a crowded coaching classroom in Delhi, when both of them had believed the future was something they would conquer together. He clicked the article open. Every paragraph dismantled his department with surgical precision. Illegal contracts. Misused funds. Evidence from internal documents. Rhea had done her homework. At the bottom of the page was a line that made his stomach tighten. This is the first report in a series. Arjun leaned back in his chair slowly. Because he knew something most of his colleagues didn't. Rhea Mehta never started a fight she couldn't finish. And once upon a time, she had been on his side.

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...

Jeon Jungkook is a man who gets what he wants. At thirty-five, the ruthless CEO of Jeon Corporation controls an empire built on power, money, and fear. When a scandal threatens his reputation, he decides on the simplest solution- a wife. Not love. Not forever. Just a one-year contract marriage. Y/N is a struggling bartender barely surviving, drowning in hospital bills while trying to save her five-year-old nephew, Jihoo, who is losing his battle with cancer. So when Jungkook offers to pay for every treatment, she signs the contract without hesitation. One year. One fake marriage. One dangerously powerful man. It was supposed to be nothing more than a deal. But living with Jeon Jungkook was never going to be simple. And the moment Y/N signs that contract, she realizes something far more dangerous than his reputation- Because to Jeon Jungkook, marriage was never just part of the scandal. It was the beginning of something far more dangerous. And somewhere between pretending to be his wife and surviving his world... the line between fake and real begins to disappear.

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

🌷 " 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗯𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺- 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲" he cheered. Eyeing your chest in your baby pink tank top that you wore to sleep. 🌷 "YN THERE'S A POOL OF BLOOD HERE. PLEASE RESCUE ME. I THINK I'LL DIE OF BLOOD LOSS. My vagina's bleeding YN." Jungkook cried almost yelling at you through the face time. 🌷 "Ow YN bun that hurts! MY TITS ARE JELLY SENSITIVE AND SORE. IT'S- the wrong size bra I told you." he snapped. 🌷 "Wow I love being a woman. Woman lemme be your woman I can be your woman" he chirped. ✨️ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠? ✨️ 📍This is a body swap au.📍 ☆°•○☆°•○☆°•○☆°•○☆°•○☆•°☆°•○☆°•○☆°• ✨️𝗜𝗱𝗼𝗹 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿✨️ ☆°•○☆°•○☆°•○☆°•○☆°•○☆•°☆°•○☆°•○☆°• Rankings 🌈 : 🍀 #1 in bts (out of 383k stories) 🍀 #1 in jungkook (out of 165k stories) 🍀 #1 in bangtan (out of 78.3k stories) 🍀 #1 in fangirl (out of 29.7k stories) 🍀 #1 in idol (out of 16.5k stories) *All the characters are above 18 years of age in this book* *This is a work of fiction.* *This story has mature content.* The book cover and banners are made by me. All images/gifs used in this book belong to the original owners. No copyright infringement intended. ‼️DO NOT PLAGIARIZE/TRANSLATE/REPOST. I'll take serious legal action. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! ©️ koobiesbunbun

When fierce, guarded Sitara and her hopeful younger soul sister Mahima leave their Shimla orphanage for a prestigious Mumbai school, they expect a fresh start. But fate has other plans. From bullies and buried secrets to unexpected allies and painful family ties, Sitara must navigate a world that once abandoned her-and now refuses to let her forget. Can she protect Mahima, confront the siblings who turned their backs, and find her own place in a world built to keep her out? A powerful tale of resilience, betrayal, and the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. credit This beautiful cover was created by @livelyminnie Ranking 5th #family(2/8/2025) 1st #stepsister(3/8/2025)

The eldest Princess of Krishnaveni had spent her life believing she was the daughter fate had forgotten. Mocked for her dark complexion and overshadowed by her younger sisters, she never imagined that the very destiny she dreaded would one day become the only hope of an entire kingdom. An ancient curse is nearing its final hour. With only ten months remaining before six princes meet the fate written for them, the royal family is left with one impossible solution: they must find the woman whose Divya Kundli can alter destiny itself. That woman is Kritikakshi. Bound to six princes haunted by a curse no one truly understands, she soon realizes that their suffering is far more terrifying than the world can see. Their lives are entwined by secrets, their pain deepens with every passing full moon, and time is slipping away. Some curses shatter kingdoms. This one shattered something far greater. As destiny draws closer, Kritikakshi must uncover the truth before the final moon rises-for some bonds are not forged by choice, but by fate itself. ****** Kritikakshi: Ek Tapasya