An ordinary girl wrapped in mud.....but for him she was the most beautiful being on earth. A girl who by far the societal norms couldn't match his standards....but for him she is the queen of his world A girl who is tainted in her own eyes....but for him she is the purest form of worship itself To the world, she was ordinary. To herself, she was broken. But to him, she was home. A man who ruled every room he stepped into...feared by many, untouchable by all-but in her world, he was the storm she could never escape. A man who stood like a king among men...commanding, powerful, absolute-yet in her presence, his gaze held a darkness that made her heart forget how to feel safe. A man the world admired and bowed to...unyielding, revered, invincible-but to her, he was the quiet terror she carried in her bones, even when he called her his own To the world, he was powerful. To himself, he was untouchable. But to her, he was the fear I could never outrun......or did she even want to run?

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

By day, I'm a nurse trained to save lives. By night, I belong to a man who takes them. He comes from a world of wealth, power, and blood-bound loyalty. His family is respected, untouchable-nothing that stains them ever makes it to print. To the world, he's a tycoon. To his enemies, a death sentence. I go home to a cozy house, a loving family, a life built on honesty and routine. I believe in healing. In morality. In saving the people placed in my care. He believes in taking what's his. I was never meant to be part of his world, and he never cared. My morals don't soften him. My fear doesn't stop him. And my love only makes him more dangerous. But loving him was never a choice. And leaving him was never an option. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "You can fight me, scream at me, analyze me until you're blue in the face. It changes nothing. Cry for the man you thought I was. Hate the man I am. But you're not leaving."

Update fixed:- Once a week. 🦋🧿 ⚠️ The plot and the storyline is not supposed to be copied. Or else strict action will be taken. Two worlds. Four love stories. One journey of hearts. ___________________________________________________________ Aditya × Vedika "Vedika, please mujhe maaf kar do," Aditya pleaded. "Kyun chhoda tha tumne mujhe?" she cried. "Maa bhi chali gayi... aur tum bhi." He looked down, guilt heavy in his eyes. "Kabhi-kabhi halat majboor kar dete hain," he whispered as she walked away. --- Rayan × Dhrishti "Aap kaafi pyaari hain," Rayan said with a smile. "Wife toh bas khana banane ke liye hoti hai na?" she murmured. "Nahi," he replied softly. "Agar pasand nahi toh mat banao. Rajpurohit Enterprises hamesha aapka hai." Dhrishti smiled faintly, a blush creeping on her cheeks. --- Bhavishya × Akshita "Kya maal hai aap," Akshita muttered, eyeing him in black shirt. Bhavishya and Aditya choked on their coffee. "Kya bola tune?" Aditya asked. "Mera matlab-Kamal hai!" she grinned, winking at Bhavishya, who rolled his eyes. --- Kunal × Kritika "Yeh aapke liye," Kunal said, handing her papers. "Yeh kya hai?" she asked. "Shaadi humari marzi se nahi thi, par main kuch karna chahta tha. Yeh aapke naye hospital ke papers hain." Kritika looked at him, surprised-and a little moved. --- Mystery couple He looked at her with a teasing smile. "Hum aapse prem kaise na kara, mohatarma? Pehli nazar mein dil ke gayi aap toh humhara." She made a disgusted face. "Ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. "Kya boli aap, rid ki lous?" he said, and she face-palmed. "By God, I am gonna kill you," she muttered. "Par aap bhagwan ka naam lekar humhe marna wali hai?" he teased. She glared and walked off. He smirked at her disappearing figure. "Sorry, baby. I know how to speak English, but love to get under your skin." ___________________________________________________ ✨ A tapestry of promises, second chances, slow-burn passion.

Xandria Onyx Black isn't an ordinary person. She's a student, with a dark secret and mysterious past. With the rate of youth crime- teenagers aged 12 till 18- reaching the limit within her city it's either join or become a victim. When even the police become overwhelmed Xandria faces two options; join the criminals or face being targeted. Katherine Markov has returned to her old town. The one she grew up in. No longer a girl with a dark secret, she's now the woman with a dark past who's currently secured a new teaching job at her old high school. Most of the people she knew are long gone, struggling to stay alive with the housing crisis and youth crime on the rise or simply moved away. Things in the city start to heat up, more and more crime is being comitted by the teenage thieves, the need for more housing has reached its limit and to bring things to a boiling point, somehow the police are starting to regain the edge on the war between them and the young criminals running free. TW: SWEARING, DRUG MENTIONS, MENTIONS OF ASSULT, SA MENTIONS, SEXUAL ACTIONS, CRIME, HOMOPHOBIA (more will be added as time goes on and others point out more)

[ORPHAN X UNDERCOVER AGENT] Tara is a free spirited girl on whom life has never been easy. From being discarded on her first birthday to being thrown into adulthood without any disclosures and shelter. Tara has faced every phase of life by herself until one night where it all changed. But for better or for worse? In Hindu mythology, 'Tara' is associated with the planet Venus and is considered a protective deity. Will Tara be able to stand upon her name and be her protective deity or the venus will simply lose its spirit? Explicit Violence triggers are provided in the book.

"I didn't rape her, please listen don't leave me" he cried but no one is there to listen him "you are monster, everyone gonna leave you" her words ranged in his ears and from his eyes tears threatened to fall down. But he maintain his blank face and continued his work not for himself but for his lifeline. "You ruined my everything...I will destroy you" and she burned the pic of him. "I can't do this even in my wildest dream" his words ranged in her ears but she was fuming in fire. So, she will try everything to destroy him. Very very small chapters...please give it a try. Request to new readers...please vote and comment also. 💗🫰 You can read this book as general fiction. #1 in #wattpad 😍 (7thJune'23) #1 in #wattpadauthors #1 in #Indian #1 in #care #2 in #India #3 in #forgiveandforget #4 in #husband #7 in #fanfiction (28thJuly'23 out of 1.45M) #16 in #indianauthors #33 in #wife #44 in #love (7th April'24 out of 2.37M) #73 in #India #99 in #villian

He is a Special Forces officer, bound by protocol, silence, and a future posted at the nation's borders. She is an economist in the making, leaving for London with questions that don't fit neatly into files. This is a story about timing that refuses to cooperate, love that learns to wait, and two people who serve the same country in very different ways.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Adhira Deshmukh never believed her perfectly ordinary life would ever collide with chaos... until the universe decided to throw Devansh Singh straight into her path. She is 22, soft but unshakably strong, raised with Maharashtrian values, and just stepping into the world of college and responsibility. He is 11 years older, a respected Biology professor, a trustee of the college, and her brother's best friend-someone she has disliked since childhood for reasons she never bothered to understand. To Adhira, Devansh is everything she cannot stand: Too strict. Too controlling. Too intimidating. Too present in her life. She hates how he corrects her in class, how he appears in family dinners, how he never lets her get away with the slightest mistake, and most of all-how he looks at her like he knows exactly who she is. To Devansh, Adhira is everything he should stay away from: Too young. Too fierce. Too distracting. Too close to home. She tests his patience, challenges his discipline, and awakens emotions he has buried for years. He tells himself she is just his best friend's little sister... But she is no longer a little girl. When the worlds of Punjab's warmth and fire meet Maharashtra's grace and resilience, sparks aren't just expected-they are inevitable. But this love story isn't simple. It is forbidden. Complicated. Messy. And heartbreakingly beautiful. Will Adhira continue hating the man who seems to know her better than she knows herself? Or will Devansh's carefully controlled world fall apart when he realizes he is falling for the one girl he should never touch? A story of clashes, unspoken emotions, cultural beauty, forbidden love, and destiny that refuses to listen.