~ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 (Short story) 𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. It's purely fictional. If anyone have problem with it, so please don't read. The name itself is Their forbidden love, so ofcourse there will be forbidden romance. •𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

FOR A GIRL WHOSE TRUE WORLD BLOOMED WITH IN THE VIBRANT LANDSCAPE OF HER IMAGINATION, DESTINY HAD A STARKLY DIFFERENT PATH LAID OUT: AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE (Suryansh×Saloni) Saloni Malhotra finds solace in two things: the pages of her dark romance novels and her dream of a career. But in a home where her worth is measured by her skin tone and her obedience, her dreams are a luxury she can't afford. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she expects a life of quiet misery. Suryansh Ranvijay Randhawa is a billionaire tycoon known for his ruthless heart of ice. His only soft spot is his four-year-old daughter, Samaira. When his mother gives him an ultimatum-find a wife or one will be chosen for him-he makes a cold, calculated decision. He will marry, but it will be a business transaction. Nothing more. Their worlds collide in a marriage neither wanted. He offered a contract. But love had other plans. Can a gentle bookworm melt the heart of a man who believes love is a weakness? Can a man haunted by his past learn to trust the woman his mother chose? And when a secret from Suryansh's past threatens to destroy everything, will their marriage of convenience shatter-or become the one thing that saves them both? This is a story of clashing worlds, unexpected love, and the healing power of a little girl's smile. "She had always been...sensitive. A gentle word could bring tears to her eyes; a sudden loud noise could make her jump. And this - this tender exploration of the space between them - was a symphony played on those very strings of sensitivity. The butterfly in her stomach took flight, its delicate wings brushing against her insides, a dizzying, exhilarating sensation. He touched her bare waist and roaming his hand towards her blouse strings and started playing with them and the next sentence made her heart skip "BREATH MI CARIÑO"

✦ Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Obsession ✦ The first time she came to my house, she was five years old. She held my sister's hand, walked past me, and didn't even notice I existed. But I noticed her. Every laugh. Every careless smile. Every stupid ribbon in her hair. I lost a cricket match that day because I couldn't stop adoring her. A year later, she called me *bhaiya.* Everyone thought it was cute. I didn't eat for two days. She forgot about it the next morning. I didn't. To her, I was always just her best friend's older brother. To me, she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense. Years later, I married her. Yes, she hates me for it. But hatred is still a kind of attention. And I've waited my entire life for her attention. Sakshi Malhotra was never meant to belong to anyone else. She just hasn't realized it yet.

Abhimaan Singh Rathore, a billionaire and also the king of Indian mafia but no one has seen him in real life, softie for his family but knows thousands of ways to torture his enemies. Bumped with an unknown doctor in a different place, and lost her, not realising that the person he was searching since few years is his best friends sister. He develops a sudden obsession with her not realising that he has surrendered himself to her. Preeti Rajvansh, a doctor by profession, hasn't lived with her family for 8yrs because of her trauma. Bumped with an unknown person which triggered her trauma and brought her back home. She is a child by heart, but is respectful to her elders. I'll not mention much in the description because book bhi toh padna hogan na yaar. This story contains highly mature 18+ scenes and also gore violence with torture. I will always mention in the chapter when the mature and violence scene. The story will officially start from 1/07/2025

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

Aayat Kapoor is a grumpy, sharp-tongued woman who dislikes almost everyone and prefers staying out of people's business. But when her property is suddenly questioned despite all official approvals being in place, she refuses to stay silent. Instead of running around offices or waiting for paperwork to clear, she walks straight into the Chief Minister's office in Mumbai to demand answers herself. That decision changes everything. Mihir Raghuvanshi, the powerful and feared Chief Minister of Maharashtra, is known for his strict control, cold demeanor, and zero tolerance for chaos. He expects respect, not confrontation. But Aayat doesn't care who he is, she speaks to him the same way she would speak to anyone trying to dismiss her rights. What starts as a heated confrontation quickly turns into an unexpected situation neither of them anticipates. Political pressure, public perception, and a sudden twist of circumstances force them into a contract marriage meant to solve a short-term crisis and protect both their interests. Aayat agrees reluctantly, she has no trust in people, and definitely no interest in love. Mihir agrees for reasons of his own, keeping his emotions locked away behind discipline and power. But living under the same roof changes things. Aayat, who thought she was done with life's complications, slowly begins to see a different side of Mihir, someone who is unexpectedly calm with her, protective in quiet ways, and strangely attentive. Mihir, who has always kept people at a distance, finds himself drawn to her honesty, her temper, and the way she refuses to be intimidated by him. Still, the contract has an expiration date. And both of them know it. The real question becomes not how they agreed to it, but whether something real can grow inside something that was never meant to last. Or whether duty, power, and circumstance will eventually force them apart. To know what happens read the story.

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