𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 KUSH MALHOTRA - 25 "𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." CEO of MALHOTRA INDUSTRIES. Used to be a sunshine boy but became cold, ruthless, arrogant after losing his first love. He can die as well as kill for his loved ones. He rules the whole business world. Everyone fears him but he is afraid of only one person- his girl. Will he be able to win her back? ANAYRA KHANNA - 25 "𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣." CEO of KRIVA & CO. A heartless, bold, powerful, fearless & strong businesswoman. No one dares to oppose her. Her past has made her cold and the only thing that matters to her now is POWER but her life turns upside down when her love enters in her life after years. Will she be able to forgive him? Will destiny reunite them or will they be separated again? Dive into the book to indulge into their story and to get the answer to these questions. #1 in Indianbillionaire #1 in Reversegrumpyxsunshine

In a world where he's never been on receiving side, she gives him everything by her love. He is hard to love, but she loves him like breathing. *** "Think twice before laying a finger on him. I guarantee you won't like the aftermath, Darling" "I fell for him so hard and so deep that sometimes I feel like he's etched into my very soul." "Try to steal his attention, and I'll steal your peace of mind." "I'm not one to share, especially when it comes to what's mine." *** She's fiercely possessive of him, and obsessively devoted to him. While he remains ice cold when it comes to emotions. She gets everything she wants, and one day, her eyes fall on a man working in a cafe, the man who becomes her addiction. When a woman he meets at the cafe is hell-bent on making him hers, Will this middle class ice master melt for her love? What secrets is he hiding behind that icy facade? Their love is a tempest of passion in a world of ice. Together, they spark flames in the coldest of hearts.

It's a story about pratiksha, an innocent girl from a middle-class family. She falls in love with a wrong guys , but her destined one turns to be a billionaire who's also belongs to a royal family. Gaurav singh rathore the power his name holds in india is can't to be say in words. But he's so workaholic that he can't even spare time for his family. How come he likes her? Abhimaan Singh Rajvanshi, the elder son of Rajvanshi family. His name is same as his behaviour abhimaan, power, pride arrogance. It's like being dominant is a word only discovered for him. His buisness is not only hold till india it's taking all over the world. Tags accomplished by story #14 india #7 watty #19 indian #80 Wattpad #50 Wattpad #5 watty #3 bride #43 Wattpad #18 heir

Note: This is a witty, funny romance that breaks away from the typical genre norms. with Hindi-English translation ,not your typical professor x student book . . I am Vehan Khan, a man of ice and stone, indifferent to everything, my entire world revolving around work. Emotions don't exist in my vocabulary, and people avoid me, scared of my cold demeanor. But then, she stepped into my life, and everything shifted. My once unbreakable walls crumbled, and the wild tigress turned me into a lovesick fool. The man once void of warmth transformed into her devilish Romeo. chuckles ★this book contains ★ 📚 ✓love hate relationship ✓desi hinglish story ✓cold professor x spoiled brat student ✓fluff ✓intense romance ✓funny ✓dark vibes ✓possesive ✓obssesion ✓happy ending ✓adult book This book is totally fictional nothing related with real stuff 1) always remember it's fictional 2) follow the first rule

My Husband, My Monster. Mistakes? I've done enough in my life. But the biggest mistake was to fall for The Monster. Jaiveer Singh Rathore. I thought it to be the beautiful mistake, not realizing it would turn out to be ugly. I've sacrificed everything, destroyed my own self just to stay close to him. I tried to find a peace in him, not knowing I will be the one to left torn and hollow from inside. Jaiveer Singh Rathore is my custom-made hell and as much I want to get away from him, I found myself taking a solace in him. I've tried to stop myself, to stop the toxicity in me, but I can't. What happens when two toxic beings collide? They sucked the life out of each other until there is nothing inside. I am self-destructive when I chosed Jaiveer Singh Rathore for myself. Did enough destruction to get him all for myself. My Veer. My Monster. But is it enough? Will I ever be enough for him? ________________ I am ruined. Destroyed in such a way that there is nothing left to be fixed. But I don't pity myself. I've made myself what I am. Because I am self-destructive and so as Shravani Datta. She knew and still chose to chose me. A Marriage Pact. And her hopeful eyes that she will change me for good, not knowing she is stepping into a hell, and she will get as destroyed as me. She is unaware that my darkness will overpower her light. Shravani Datta is my custom-made heaven, the only human who have seen the real me. And I hate her for it. I hate her for understanding me and my tendencies. She shouldn't have chose me, she shouldn't have put herself in this situation, but she did. And now there is no looking back. She is stuck now. My Ravenous heart can't wait to ravished her.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Velnyre University was never meant for girls like her. Brie Brownrigg is nothing but a scholarship girl in a kingdom ruled by legacies, scandals, and bloodlines older than the university itself. Her plan is simple, keep her head down, graduate, and leave this world of ruthless heirs behind. But plans mean nothing when Klein Beresford decides you belong to him. Heir to the Beresford empire. Golden boy of Velnyre. Every rumor about him is dangerous than the last and every girl wants to be the exception. Only Klein doesn't flirt, he doesn't chase, he hunts. And now, he's hunting her because obsession is a dangerous thing and love, in Klein's hands, feels a lot like possession. Because with him, it's never just romance. It's ruin. It's obsession. It's forever. He wasn't her prince. He was the monster at the gates, and she let him in.

"Black Night And Blue Moon, Listen My Wisper Very Soon How Much Distance, Don't know, They Are With Me Just Show When My Eyes Have Rain! They Come silently, Share My Pain In This World That Is Sain, With Struggle Humanity Who Gain Love And Sympathy Are Main, Which My Feelings Explain White Bird Is Like My Heart, Who Loves Moon By Heart Only Best In Creature, Who Is Sensitive by Nature!! Amber! We must Know, The Skint Of Feeling Is No!" - S.Sadia Amber Jilani She was no different than any other nineteen year old girl. Her life surrounded by her family and her novels. Music gave her excitement, shayaris brought goosebumps, smiling was her key to live. The only thing that always outshone her than any other was the way she embraced her imperfections and flaunt them back as they are the most perfect thing in the whole universe. This is her, the "JAAN" of Sheikh Haveli. He is one of those kind who always thought romance, love, emotions are only words of books. They look nice if they are printed on the pages of some books not on the pages of his life. Life is something which is the result of your taken actions. If you're born weak it ain't your fault, if you remain weak it's your fault. Work, buisness, taking care of his family made him what he is today, the emperor of buisness world. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ Started: July, 2022 Ended: March, 2023

In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

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.