Serii Joshi 24, just gave her NEET PG exam, and is waiting for her letter of acceptance for the residency in trauma surgery from her dream college. She is the epitome of "woman." She's everything; she's sharp, intelligent, beautiful, and bold; she's feminine; she's messy, she's difficult, and she's soft and kind. She's 5'4" with a decent body. Reyansh Shah 33, Professor of Trauma Surgery and Head of the Department. He saved the hospital's trauma unit. He built it from the remains. Emotionally mature and reserved. He's cold but not with 'his' people. He needs to maintain the cold and reserved image so that his trauma unit runs smoothly. He is very strict, no doubt about that. He's 6'1" with a lean physique. He's built well, but that's all hidden well under his scrubs. How will these two cross their paths? He pulls her flush against his chest and picks her up with ease and puts her on his desk. "You're playing with fire, little one." He says in a low voice, standing in between her legs, his hands resting on her waist. Their foreheads resting against each other. "*Almost professional*? Hmm...professor?" She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Ps- long slow burn :) Disclaimer: I have tried to write this as medically accurate as possible, but there might be some mistakes. Also, this is my first time writing, so please be patient with me. Thank you <3 #1🏅 - surgeons #73 🏅 - gore #87 🏅- blood #6 🏅- junior #29 🏅- desi #19 🏅- romcom #6 🏅- resident #1 🏅- lovestory #1 🏅- doctors

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her

When bubbly, dramatic Nidhi Aggarwal finds herself in a secret marriage with her strict assistant professor, Arnav Nanda, chaos and comedy unfold. With their families determined to unite their elder siblings, Nidhi and Arnav must pretend to be strangers on campus while navigating their growing feelings and hilarious mishaps.

"I want to ask you something... Why did you buy a net and wired bra?" Her eyes shot up, then dropped instantly. " I liked it," she whispered, ignoring his piercing gaze. " You're going to college, you don't need to wear that inside." " Whatever why does it matter? Don't embarrass me. I'll choose what I want to wear, right?" _______________________________ Slap came harder, knocking her to the floor. Tears welled as she looked up at him, trembling. "Who gave you permission to go to his house? If I tell you something, you follow it. This is my house. You live here, you listen to me. Can't you understand a simple thing?" he roared. Roshni forced herself up, fire in her tear-filled eyes. "Then stay in your house. I don't want to live here. Take everything you gave me!" She throw her bag, phone shoes and shirt at him. Daksh's grip clamped around her arms. "What do you think you're doing?" Before he could say more, her palm struck his cheek. The slap echoed in the open area. She shoved him back, turned on her heel, and stormed out. __________________________________ "Okay, daddy," she said innocently. My eyes widened. Did she actually say that? "What?" "Okay, daddy." She repeated the word with the straightest innocent face. "Do you even know what you're saying?" "Yeah _______________________________ "I'm not into pet play, Daddy," Roshni said suddenly. Daksh looked with confusion flashing across his face. "Pet play?" "Yes. You said I look like a puppy when you hold me like this. But I'm not into pet play." "What is a pet play?" he asked, still frowning. ______________________________ Our eyes locked. He again slipped his hand his finger stayed a second long on my bud but he pulled his hand out immediately shaking his head. Another chit "I'm sorry," with a crying emoji. _______________________________ This story is between the college professor and his childhood sweetheart.

Ayesha Rajput thought her first year of college would be filled with friendships, late-night studies, and a taste of freedom. What she never expected was to catch the attention of RudraMaan Rathore-a powerful, ruthless lawyer who towers over her world like a dark shadow. At thirty-four, RudraMaan has built an empire through corruption and manipulation, his wealth tainted by blood money and unethical deals. Cruel and calculating, he's used to taking what he wants without mercy. And now, what he wants is her. Drawn to her clumsiness, her innocence, her very fragility, RudraMaan begins to infiltrate Ayesha's life. His concern appears genuine, his support unwavering, but beneath the kindness lies a twisted obsession. He wants to own her-mind, body, and soul. As their worlds collide, Ayesha finds herself torn between gratitude and an unexplainable fear. But how can she resist the man who's made it his mission to trap her in his web of darkness and devotion? And worse-what happens when she starts to crave his attention, even as her instincts scream at her to run? ---

He chose her from the shadows. Now, she must survive the spotlight. Aarohi Mehra was raised to stay quiet, to obey, to never step into the line of fire that came with power and legacy. She was just another name in a forgotten proposal-until Rishab Rathore, heir to the Rathore empire, handpicked her as his bride. His decision wasn't about love-it was about control, revenge, and the perfect pawn in a decades-old family feud. Thrust into a gilded cage where every move is watched and every silence is expected, Aarohi must learn to survive a world built on manipulation and secrets. But as the walls close in and the man she married reveals both cruelty and vulnerability, Aarohi begins to question everything-including herself. In a marriage where love is a lie and rebellion could cost her everything, Aarohi must decide: stay silent and fade away, or risk it all to reclaim her voice. A dark arranged marriage romance where power meets defiance, and survival demands more than obedience-it demands fire.

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. "Who said I'm clutching my thighs?" I answer. "So it means you are not wet, right??" He asked with a smirk. "Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not". Saying this, he held the side of my dress and put his hand on my thighs. Just when he was about to put his hand in my underwear i immediately held his hand in middle. No, I can't let him check because I'm damn wet for him. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

In the royal city of Udaipur, where traditions and power dictate life, Shivaksh Singh Suryawanshi, known as "Hukum Sa," rules with an iron fist. A dangerous and ruthless businessman by day, Shivaksh's dark aura hides a fractured heart. Enter Isha, a beautiful and innocent courtesan from Ammaji's Khota, whose purity and resilience stand in stark contrast to her harsh surroundings. When fate brings them together, their worlds collide in a storm of passion, secrets, and forbidden love. Shivaksh, torn between his duty and his growing affection for Isha, is forced to confront the shadows of his past. Will Isha's innocence be enough to soften his hardened soul, or will society's judgment tear them apart? In another corner of the story lies Hridaya Hospital, a sanctuary of healing and ambition. Here, Dr. Rudraksh, a senior surgeon with a reputation for being cold and unapproachable, crosses paths with Dr. Arohi, a bright and empathetic junior doctor. Their mentor-student relationship begins with clashes of ideals, but as they work side by side, sparks of understanding and attraction ignite. While Rudraksh battles the ghosts of his past, Arohi becomes his beacon of hope. Together, they face professional challenges and personal battles, discovering that healing is not just about saving lives-it's about mending hearts. As Shivaksh and Isha's intense romance unfolds alongside Rudraksh and Arohi's journey of emotional discovery, Destiny's Heart intertwines two epic tales of love, sacrifice, and redemption. It is a story of how destiny works in mysterious ways, uniting souls meant to heal, complete, and transform one another against all odds.

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)