Not all love stories are soft. Some come with fire, fury... and unforgettable scars. They weren't just in love - They were obsessed. Addicted. Destroyed. Isha Mehra - graceful, grounded, and deeply in love. Kabir Oberoi - a wild, untamed soul with music in his veins and anger in his blood.He was the kind of man girls lost sleep over. A voice that could bring heaven to its knees. A smile that could melt sin. Every girl wanted him - But he? He only ever wanted her. She was the anchor to his storm. The one who could calm his raging anger with a single look. But then- One night. One incident. One mistake. And everything fell apart. Now, years later, she's built a new life. Successful business woman. And he's a broken rockstar with fire in his eyes and poison on his tongue. burning in the spotlight, still carrying the ashes of their past. The pain. The betrayal. The questions left unanswered. And the love that never really died. what really happened years ago? What was that one night... that tore them apart forever? What did she lose? And what did he never forgive? A love so deep shouldn't have ended. But it did. Now it's back-darker, fiercer, and burning with the weight of everything unsaid. ____ "Then burn me," I whispered, close enough to feel the brush of his breath against my cheek. "I'm not afraid of you." He smirked at my words. Then he lowered the gun. Slowly. Deliberately. It slid from my forearm, grazing over the sensitive skin of my wrist, tracing the curve of my elbow, then drifting along my shoulder with a deliberate, torturous slowness. He dragged it lower, the barrel brushing along my Body, as if daring me to react. My breath hitched. "You know what I could do to you... right here, right now," he murmured, voice low, dark. ____ This isn't just love. This is Mistaken Love. And it begins now. This book contains~ She fell first and harder Mysterious Revenge Betrayal Misunderstanding Violence Alcohol Abuse

Shanvi Khurana is sweet, quiet, and invisible in a world that notices only confidence. She falls in love with the one person she shouldn't-her brother's best friend, Vehaan Rathore. Vehaan is admired, intelligent, and distant. He never chased girls, never entertained love-because some wounds are too deep to trust feelings again. He grew up without a mother. A broken family. A past wrapped in silence and blame. What begins as silent admiration slowly turns into something dangerous... and inevitable. Will Vehaan ever fall for Shanvi? Will she find the courage to confess her feelings? And what is the truth behind his mother's death-was his father really responsible? A soft, emotional love story where innocence meets pain, and love arrives when it's least expected 🎀 Tropes:- ☆ Brother's Best Friend ☆ Age Gap ☆ Soft Romance ☆ Slow Burn ☆ Childhood Connection ☆ Emotional Mystery

Two families. One bond. Three men who would burn the world for her. .・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・. The Kashyaps and Randhawas were bound by blood, friendship, and loyalty. When Shanaya Kashyap was born.Aviraj, Hriday, and Rhythm Randhawa were just young kids.The moment they saw her, they knew-she was theirs. Too young to understand, too possessive to let go. Years passed. Distance grew. But nothing could sever the silent claim they had on her. Now, they're back from London for their sister's wedding-to Shanaya's brother. For unfinished business. For her. She's no longer a child. She's the woman they never stopped wanting. She fears them. She hates them. But they don't care. They aren't boys anymore. They are men-powerful, ruthless, and unyielding. And what's theirs? They keep. She was theirs from the moment she took her first breath.Now, they've come to make sure she never forgets it. Because this time, the Randhawa brothers aren't just watching. They are taking. ∘°∘♡∘°∘∘°∘♡∘°∘°∘♡∘°∘ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧. please take this warning seriously and then proceed to read!

Published: 8th November, 2022 Shaurya, the flirty yet most sincere man in existence gets arranged to marry the sweetest and the shyest woman, Rati, kickstarting their love story prior to their marriage. Though, is it so easy to be with each other when the elderly forbid you to meet the other for some typical Indian superstitions and some false beliefs? Oh, the trials the star crossed lovers have to go through in this (not so) arranged marriage. *Extremely fluffy* (Image used as the cover is not copyrighted by me. Credit goes to the rightful owner of it.)

″We're different, Mr. Sabharwal. Let's not pretend otherwise.″ ″There's nothing to pretend, Parth. We're brothers, we share the same surname, the same blood runs through our veins. There's nothing that separates us except this wall of distance you've built around yourself.″ ″Same name, same blood but different upbringing. You were born with a silver spoon while I was left at the mercy of people who despised me. You were surrounded with all the lavishes I could only desire for while I had to fend for myself in ways you can never imagine. So yes, there's a world of difference between us, Mr. Sabarwal.″ ↭º↭º↭ Parth has not had a surname for as long as he could remember. At 23, he's the rising child actor turned bollywood star the cinephiles are rooting for. When faced with the pressure from casting directors to adopt a surname, he invented one. He went with Parth Anaam. Such was his despise for the name he was born with! But when circumstances push him back in a house with people who proudly flaunt the very same surname, he is left with no option but to go in survival mode for the next few months. Would these months only strengthen his hate for his supposed family or would the walls built on hate soften when faced with certain hopeful glances from little ones and a guiding light he had always dreamt of. ↭º↭º↭

Runaway Hearts Hitansh Sanghavi- Untouchable. Bound by one vow: marry before his grandmother dies. Sriza Ghoshal-an orphan. A runaway bride. Hiding in a city that swallows the weak. Their first collision? "Move your rich brat car! Because of you I'll miss my interview!" She never looked at him. When her résumé lands on his desk, he ensures she steps into his cabin. Fights. Fire. Two months of chaos. Then his offer- A one-year contract marriage. Complete it... and he'll erase himself from her life forever. A deal signed. A year of pretending. A year of dangerous truths. A year later... ....the pen falling from her hand on that paper that tilted DIVORCE , a tear escaping, and the sound of rolling luggage as she leaves the Sanghavi villa- maybe for good. SHE IS RUNNING AWAY FROM THE TRUTH ONCE AGAIN!!

Volume llI of Historical series. There was a king, there was a queen, both separated. End of the story? Sacrifice in love, madness in love, overcoming every difficulty in love, but both of them gave a new definition of love. It was destined that they would meet but their love got burnt in the fire of hatred. Their own people planned their murder and end them mercilessly for power, throne and to satisfy their ego. What they thought was home turned out to be hell. They only had golden dreams but some cruel people crushed those dreams under their feet. What happened to these two lovers? Was this their entire journey? This body burns and turns into ashes but the soul never dies. They took birth again! And, This time, to hunt their enemies. Their love grew even more stronger. ....

"He plans. She ruins plans. And somewhere between her midnight ice cream cravings and his silent glances - something starts to shift." Saksham Rai believes in three things: discipline, deadlines, and doing absolutely everything by the book. He's the kind of man who alphabetises his playlists and silently judges anyone who dares misplace a coaster. Drishti Shukla is everything he isn't - loud, messy, endlessly dramatic, and somehow... always in his house, his business, and lately, his head - barefoot, chaotic, and armed with a pineapple-print scrunchie and with emotional outbursts she calls "personality." She's been part of the Rai household since childhood - crashing family dinners, stealing the cat's affection, and turning Saksham's perfectly planned life into an obstacle course of unpredictability. But when a series of seemingly harmless moments - a stolen hoodie, a midnight ice cream binge, an unexpected look on a rooftop - start to blur the lines between annoying little neighbour and something not-so-little-anymore... Saksham's world begins to unravel. She drives him insane. He grounds her chaos. And neither of them are ready for what comes next. Dive into a slow-burn romantic dramedy about one rule-following heir, one emotional hurricane, and the line between childhood and something much riskier.

Do check out more descriptive original description as for word count i had to cancel out few things. Slowburn Smut romance saga #1 Vaani Sharma x Raghav Bansal Who said pehla pyaar-the mohalla waala bhaiya, the brother's best friend, the boy next door-was just a crush? Just infatuation? Says who? My parents? The same ones who, after ten years, forced me to marry him- The university topper. The all-rounder. The playboy with the sanskaari smile. Mamma ka laadla. The walking sin every woman secretly imagined in her filthiest fantasies. The mohalla ka kukkad kamal da- Raghav Bansal. Every girl skipped her TV serials to watch him flex his gym-built body, to see him ironing his sister's kurti, or making tea for his mother. Every aunty wanted him as their damaad, every daughter wanted him as their husband. And he-he only smiled, all innocence, all charm. Bansal ji ka beta. And now-he's mine. Raghav Bansal. My husband. My sin. My undoing. His hands clutch my waist, pulling me back onto him. My red saree lies somewhere forgotten, blouse half-open, choodiyan and anklets singing in rhythm with every thrust. The mangalsutra sways wildly between my breasts, branding me his in the most carnal way possible. His veined hand slides down my skin, leaving fire in its path before pressing that one spot that makes me cry out his name. My body arches, his moans drown in my hair, and the night becomes ours-louder, hotter, messier than the world outside could ever imagine. This isn't infatuation. This isn't just attraction. This is the beginning of our endless sin. Tropes Math waale bhaiya x biology waali didi Badboy x good girl Forced proximity One sided love ? She fell first, he fell harder She thought he didn't see her how she saw him but he saw secretly and yearning to be seen like that forever. Secret crush Divorcee x virgin Desi Romcom Erotic, smut Neighbour/mohalle wala romance Happy ending. #1 in mumbai #5 in delhi

Other girls; "Give me a red flag, I'll stitch a saree of that red flag and wear it for my wedding. " She; " Give me a red flag, I'll turn him into the greenest flag ever known. " And she did, change him for good. Arrogance, anger issues, I-Me-Myself, Ego, he had it all, but she made him a calm,considerate,humble,empathetic and loving soul, that he himself never believed he could be. But... The plot twist was; He was nearly a decade and a more older than her. Was is possible to barge the distance of not just years but also the societal norms, judgmental eyes and disdainful talks? Dive in to know about, " 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙐𝙨 "