Vikrant Shergill. The most feared gangster in the city. The moment people lay eyes on him, fear spreads like wildfire. He is no less than Yamraj himself. His dark and dangerous aura is enough to keep everyone at a distance, no girl even dares to come close to him. On the other hand, there is Anmol Mishra... innocent, soft-hearted, and completely opposite to him. Bound into a relationship with Vikrant because of her elder sister, she finds herself trapped in a world she never belonged to. Will Anmol be able to survive with a man whose life revolves around violence and bloodshed? 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇵 🇪 🇸  ➪𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➪𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➪𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐅𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 ➪𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➪𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

🌻 Advika x Shaurya ❤️‍🔥 He pinned me to the wall with great force, his eyes boring into mine. "For god's sake, Anvi. You already knew how damn serious i was when i left every godddamn thing in the world when i got to know you're with that bastard. Youre mine. Only mine. And if i see you with him , You'll find him buried six feet below the ground, Jaan." He retorted sharply , his grip on my waist tightening momentarily, pulling me flush against him. "Why is it affecting you so much? Its my life and moreover , isnt it up to me what i want to do?" i asked as a mere whisper. "Isnt it crystal clear, Jaan?! I love you! I love you like a goddamn idiot. Im insane the moment i hear your name. Isnt it enough for you??" he confessed after holding his feelings together since so long. "And if youre planning to test my self control even more , you better not. Cuz you wont like that version of me." he shot out , placing his fingers on my chin and smashed his lips on mine , pouring out his pent up anger and possession into the heated kiss. He pulled back but kept a firm grip on my waist. He brushed a stray hairstrand away from my forehead , tucking it back behind my ear. His gaze ever so fiery. "Aap bhi na, bilkul pagal ho." i blushed and shook my head shyly. (Youre crazy.) "Pagal toh hoon. Lekin sirf aapke liye, Jaan." his words made me bite my lip and leave the room , blushing like a tomato. (crazy? I am. But only for you, love) TROPES- Age Gap Childhood friends to lovers Sunshine x Grumpy Healing her scars. Obsessive ML

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Some stories begin with love.✨ Ours began with friendship, late night conversations, hidden feelings and the kind of silence that slowly changes everything.🍸🎀 Ruhi never thought the people closest to her would become the reason her world felt so complicated. Aarav was the friend who always stayed. Reyansh was the past she could never fully let go of. And Daksh... he never stopped trying to make her smile, even when she pushed him away. But feelings change. Friendships break. Secrets slip out. And somewhere between loyalty, heartbreak, jealousy and memories, they all start becoming strangers to each other. Because sometimes the hardest thing isn't falling in love. It's choosing who to hold on to when everyone already feels like home. A story of friendship, love, betrayal and the chaos in between.⚜️🙌

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

It's a connection we can't explain~

Life is twisted for everyone. Every day comes with a new edge, and every night you are left to wonder what turn of events will you face tomorrow. Something similar to the life of Heer and Vivaan. Vivaan Mannan, the man who ruled hearts. Born with no flaws addicted to a daily dose of ego. And thrives only on one thing money. He ain't grateful to have money, money is grateful to have him. A man and woman are fasting every day to have. Heer Batra the perfect definition of the mask. Carries her world where every man craves her. But she isn't that easy. Her fake face can even fool a lie detector. Words that burn down bridges. The most vicious fad yet the calmest of all. When women are dying to have the man of their dreams but the man bears an allergy to marriage, finds himself women to marry on a contract but does not make a contract. When the guy who is ice in fire, gets entangled with a girl, who is flame herself. Will he meltdown or take over the flame, or perhaps there are exactly what they should be for each other?

Professor x Student Yuvraj × Ishani 28 x 23 She agreed to marry a stranger to pay off her father's debt-never imagining she'd be widowed before the day ended. Ishani is just 23, with dreams barely begun and a future already bargained away. When her husband dies at the mandap, the whispers begin. Shame, blame, and society's judgment come crashing down. But one man steps forward. Yuvraj Singh Rathore-her 28-year-old professor, the silent observer she never really saw-takes her hand again that day, marrying the widow to shield her from a world that's too cruel to care. They are nothing alike. She's fire and quiet. He's calm and distant. What begins as duty slowly melts into something, neither expected-a quiet companionship, a deep understanding, and maybe... love. But love isn't always easy. Especially when it wasn't part of the plan. "She lost her groom. He gave her a name. One sacred fire, two marriages-bound by duty, tested by fate... but can protection turn into love?" "Not every marriage starts with love-but some end in it."

(Look for Brazen Stars on my profile; It's the same story's newer version (currently updating). This one is not going to be updated) Royal Romance Samira Rawat was an older daughter, focusing all her life on making the most money to sustain her family. Coming from a humble background, she knew the bad days and she had promised her sister the best days. At age 24, when her parents asked her plans to get married, she left the decision in their hands. Love is a luxury she could never afford despite having become a millionaire herself. Atharv Rathore had to become king, following his father's steps. He had already conquered the business world in India, claiming the top stop, and now he had to claim the throne, and the only thing standing in his way was marriage. So when his mother gives him a chance, he lets her lead just this once. Love is not on the list when you plan to be king. When these two loveless folks get stuck in the confusing world of love and marriage, they have to figure out how to make it work and find happiness for both of them.

❝What happens when two complete strangers are forced into a marriage neither saw coming?❞ 𝐀𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 never had anything work in her favor. All she ever wanted was a family of her own-someone to belong to, someone to cherish her. Just when she thought peace was within reach, life threw her into yet another storm. This time, it came wrapped in wedding vows. When her cousin ran away on the day of the wedding, Amulya was pushed forward as the replacement bride-a desperate cover-up for the family's honor. No one asked if she wanted this. No one cared. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 had everything-money, power, a name people respected... or feared. But he still felt hollow, like something essential was missing. A void he couldn't name. Until he saw her. Standing alone in a bridal lehenga, being accused of betrayal, while her relatives played the victims with practiced lies. And then came that voice-manipulative, dripping with guilt: "Aise mat kijiye... kya hoga is bachi ka? Ab kaun karega isse shaadi?" He knew the tears were fake. But her silence was real. Her fear? Even more so. And before logic could catch up with impulse, his voice rang out across the chaotic venue: "Main karunga." A marriage neither of them wanted. A connection neither of them expected. A truth that could shatter everything. ❝He fell first. He fell harder. But will she ever fall at all?❞ Tropes Marriage of Convenience Forced Marriage Car Racer x Secretary Green Forest Family Drama Strangers to Friends Twists, Secrets, and Suspense He fell first & harder .......... Read The Book to Know the whole Story 🎀