༺𝗦𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 "𝗢𝗻𝗲" ༻ _____________________________________ 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 stepped into marriage with quiet hope, believing love would follow where duty began. But behind the closed doors of her new home, she found nothing but distance, a husband whose cold, distant behavior turned her presence into an afterthought... and her efforts into something painfully unseen. She tried. She endured. She became everything a perfect wife should be silent, responsible, devoted. Yet it was never enough. Loneliness crept in like a shadow she couldn't escape... until she found an unexpected warmth where she shouldn't have in 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗮𝘆, her father-in-law. What started as comfort became something far more dangerous. Something forbidden. Something she should have resisted but didn't. Because for the first time, she felt seen. Wanted. Valued. But when the truth behind her husband's distance begins to unravel, and the man who once ignored her starts to realize what he's losing... Kashvi finds herself trapped between guilt and desire. Between a marriage that starved her... and a temptation that could destroy her. Will she return to the man she vowed herself to or surrender to the sin she was never meant to crave? ----- Read the warnings before proceeding the story. Full Version Available on Scrollstack. ⚠️🔞

In the royal lands of Rajasthan, Raghav Rawat, the cold and ruthless Chief Minister, rules with an iron heart. Known for never smiling, his life is driven by power, control, and painful secrets buried deep within. In contrast, Siya Mehta, a warm-hearted widow who runs a saree shop in Udaipur, lives a life of grace, kindness, and quiet strength. Their worlds couldn't be more different-until fate brings them face to face. As politics clash with simplicity and arrogance meets compassion, an unexpected bond begins to form. But can a man who has forgotten how to feel learn to love a woman who heals others with her softness?✨✨✨✨💫💫

Raizada Mansion was silent, but never empty. Business tycoon Arnav Singh Raizada ruled the house like he did his empire-with control, routine, and cold precision. Thirty-two, unmarried, and perfectly fine with that, his world didn't allow distractions. Until she stepped in. Khushi Gupta-young, shy, draped in tradition and a veil that covered more than just her face. Sent from her village to work as a maid in the Raizada house, she was meant to blend into the background. No noise, no name, just quiet steps and folded sarees. But fate had its own script. In the echoes of polished marble and forgotten plants, something stirred. A glance that shouldn't have lingered. A heartbeat that didn't obey. She wasn't supposed to look at him. He wasn't supposed to notice her. But here they were- Two strangers. One mansion. And a story waiting to unfold. #arnavsinghraizada #khushikumarigupta #arnavkhushi #ipkknd #arnav #asr #khushi #arshi #khushiarnav #khushigupta #ceo #billionaire #desiromance #romance #lovestory #love #fanfiction #romancefanfiction

In the heart of Mumbai,**Viraj**, the ruthless 'King of the Underworld', rules from a palace of ice. Betrayed in childhood, he trusts no one and believes love is a lie meant to break men. **Tanvi**, the cherished princess of a business empire, lives in a palace of light, wrapped in pure, overprotective love. She believes love can heal anything. **Tanvi:** "Please, just let me go." **Viraj:** (Voice a low, dangerous whisper) "Go? You are the only light in a lifetime of darkness. Do you think I will ever stumble back into the shadows and let you go? I would burn this entire city to the ground first. You live in my world now. Breathe my air." **Tanvi:** "You hate everyone. Why not me?" **Viraj:** (Gently tracing her cheek, a chilling gesture) "I don't hate you, *meri jaan*. I hate everything that isn't you. The world exists only to bring you to me. Now that you're here, the rest of it is just... noise for me." (Then He Smiles Sadly And) **Viraj:** You can hate me. I can live with your hate. It's hurts. It burns, but I can feel it. You can scream at me, push me away every single day. You can even say you don't love me... I will fight it. I will fight until my last breath to make you see. **(He turns slowly. His eyes are not empty now. They are filled with terrifying, vulnerable pain.)** **Viraj:** Do anything. Anything at all. But... never leave me. And never, *never* betray me for another man. **(His voice cracks, just a little.)** **Viraj:** If you do that... you won't just be leaving. You will be taking everything with you. The last flicker. The last little belief that anything in this life... can be real.The love i feel for you can be real. If you betray me too, then I will know for sure. The world is only darkness. And I am meant to be alone in it. Please...MY JAAN.. you don't be the one to show me that. **A story of violent obsession, fierce protection, and a love that is either salvation or destruction.**

SUMMARY A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanvi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. The name echoed through every corridor of HAU like a warning and a promise. Final-year student. Student Union President. Son of Haryana's Chief Minister. The boy whose presence commanded respect without demanding it. Rudra Chaudhary AND On other hand Anika is a confident and intelligent Delhi girl who joins HAU Hisar as a new student. She is practical, observant, and emotionally strong, but slightly reserved when it comes to unfamiliar places and people. Coming from a modern city background, she carries a calm attitude and prefers thinking before reacting. But There is a secret that Anika has been tied to someone from that family since childhood through an unspoken arrangement. While their families share trust and history, Anika feels an unexplained fear toward him-a person she barely knows yet cannot avoid. As she packs, laughs with her family, and tries to stay normal, one question stays with her-how will she face him after all these years? If you want to know more, you'll have to read the story. It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. English is not my first language (This story includes Haryanvi or Hindi words)

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her"

Rudra singhania, a man who's name, posture, attitude everything screams "power", he is the Asia's number one businessman, there are talks that he is involved in mafia too. "Mercy" is not his thing, he has money, power, name, everything but not happiness. His life is filled with darkness, until he saw her. Nidhi iyer, a south indian, her parents are immigrants of south, they are living in mumbai now, her parents work under Rudra singhania, her dad is Rudra's personal driver, whereas her mom is a head chef in his mansion. They love her so much. What happens when nidhi , who stayed in the hostel before in Hyderabad, has completed her +2 and travels to mumbai to enjoy her holidays. How will she reacts when she finds out that her parents's boss is having some twisted emotions for her? Will she accepts his desire? To know more, dig into the story. Author's note : Hello guys, this is my third story, which has a very unique story line, just like my previous stories. This story is filled with drama,love, lust, twist and turns. Give it a try, trust me you'll love it NOTE - THIS STORY WILL BE REMOVED FROM WATTPAD ON MAY 1st.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

Taqdeer - Har zulm ke paar ek narm sa pyaar. He is Omkara Singh Rajput - fearless, feared, and heartless. A man whose name alone makes nations tremble, a Prime Minister who rules with iron and fire, untouched by love or mercy. She is Durga Das Chauhan - simple, gentle, and ordinary. A girl whose world was small, whose dreams were fragile, until destiny forced her into his shadow. Bound by a marriage neither chose, they stand on opposite ends of life: - He, the lion caged by power, ruthless and unyielding. - She, the moonlight, soft and tender, struggling to breathe in the prison of fate. Yet destiny (taqdeer) has its own design. In the clash of cruelty and innocence, in the silence of broken hearts, a story unfolds - of pain, surrender, and the possibility that even the coldest soul may be undone by the gentlest touch.

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1⟢ #9 in Politics. #1 in Marriage "𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐?" In the realm of shadows and transactions, where every heartbeat has a price, I, Ahvi Sutaria, exist as the untouchable petal of Ravivai Brothel. Born into a world where darkness dances with desires, my mother's role as the procurer grants me an unusual immunity. Perhaps luck shields me, or perhaps it's a different price, one that no man can afford. Advait Singh Oberoi, a man capable of purchasing anything with his wealth, yet my heart remains unattainable. He's a politician who claims to despise women like me, commodities in a world of transactions. Yet, he's buying me with a cost so high, it surpasses imagination. He may acquire my body and soul through marriage, but my heart remains untouched. A rule etched into my existence: never my heart. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. And so, he marries me. -Desi Romance.