( EDITING!) He pushed me against the gym lockers and man did he look different. Not scary but...... Possessive " WHO IS HE !!" he shouted I was confused , who was who then I remembered and started laughing . " Oh you mean my older brother , yeah people say we are pretty cute ." My voice clearly with sarcasm He looked at me for a few more seconds and then stormed off . Who knew he can be Possessive?

Having a childhood enemy and then falling in love with each other runs in my family. So, when I ended up in a similar hateful situation, why did it excite me? Because Althea Coleman has been mine since the moment a three year old me held her in my arms. Yes, her bratty attitude is a pain in my ass and she loathes me but that won't stop me from marrying her. And that's fucking final. I ain't a prince charming like my father or grandfather. And I wasn't stupid enough to stay in denial like them about what I want. And I want her and no one is going to stop me. Because I am fucking obsessed with her. ______________________________________________ "Why are you so obsessed with me?" "Honestly, I don't fucking know, Althea. And it's maddening but at the same time so fucking addicting."

GUYS THIS WAS MY VERY FIRST WORK AND YOU MIGHT FIND THIS ONE EXTREMELY CRING. SO PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME!!!! I DO NOT RECOMMEND READING THIS! "now , whose the prettiest baby in the world" he asks pulling me closer. "M-me?" I reply pointing towards me . "Yes my precious little girl , now be a good girl and let me take care of you, SÌ." With that he does what he's best at. Nitara rosso, the long gone mafia princess comes back in town, she came back to give her father another chance but what happens when someone way more powerful and territorial lays his eyes on her.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

❝𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒔❞ ________ READ THE EDITED VERSION OF THIS BOOK ON SCROLLSTACK. [LINK GIVEN IN BIO] ________ "I -i do - don't wa-want t-too" she somehow completes the sentence. He was furious, but her continuous rejection wasn't helping,his Male ego was definitely hurt. He was Arjun Rajvansh girls throw herselfat him, and here he wants to marry her, and she was rejecting. This fact was eating him. He never faced rejection, not in any field, but here he was facing it continuously. Now marrying Meera wasn't just for saving his family reputation or her too. But now it was the question of his self-respect also. He was doubting his decision after saying yes to the marriage, but now he was full sure that he had to do it. "You will marry me," •••••• Arjun, a billionaire businessman with a royal background, was forced to make a girl marry him, unwilling to save his-Their reputation, but soon he realized that the girl was the one who had his heart . Meera, a doctor by profession, was just attending her best friend's marriage when she caught his eyes and was forced to marry him unwillingly. Despite his wealth and status, Meera saw only the eyes of the man who had caused her past trauma. But,Arjun, captivated by Meera from the moment he saw her, soon realized she was the one who had unknowingly captured his heart. Determined to make their marriage work, he vowed to break through her walls and heal her pain, proving that he was nothing like the man who had hurt her. He would not let her go, no matter what. Meera was his. ●This book is under construction. Read at your own risk.! ●Rᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴇx sᴄᴇɴᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. (Not edited.!!! Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes) Started on:- 6th June 2020. Ended on:- 23rd February 2022 Yo

"Forever was a simple promise before it became a difficult task" Your first love is always the hardest to let go of, which is why Delilah and Mason had promised each other that after college they'd make it work. Unfortunately for them both, their forever had an expiration date. Now it's four years later and they're strangers again. But these strangers have a past, and that past is determined to find its way back to them. When a weekend home causes their paths to cross for the first time in years, they're reminded of just how much they've missed out on. So when a tragedy strikes that forces Mason back to their hometown at the same time Delilah is doing her clinical hours for PA school, their lives are once again intertwined. Will they make it through this time? Or will the past pressure be too much of a reminder that they couldn't make it work? ~~~ A second chance, small town, sports romance that is: I WISH YOU THE BEST. Wattpad Editor's Choice / August 2023

Musa smirked as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to his chest. Her breath hitched. She turned and glared at him with so much fire in her hazel orbs. She wriggle her wrist to free it but he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her so close that their body flushed against each other. Her face marred a frown while his amused. With a single tug he dropped her veil to reveal her glossy brown hair. Taking a strand of her hair in his hand and twirling it, he looked in her spell bounding hazel orbs and smiled in victory, taunting her. _______________________________ He is Musa Khan. Belonging from a Nawab family, he is everything you can expect from a man belonging to such status. He is a businessman but not only that he is also a Cardiologist Consultant. The most famous Cardiologist. With handsome face and charming smile, he has stolen many hearts. He is Nawab of Rasipur. There was no woman who didn't attempt to make herself prominent in his presence till her.... Nayyab Rehman is a postgraduate Doctor. With no father on her head and only a mother who supported both of them financially, she is introvert. With so much trouble and crisis, she is dead set on making her mother proud. She hardly talks to anyone. She is shy and reserved, something Musa Khan finds amusingly appealing.... An accident caused both of them to meet in unexpected circumstances that cause a spark? Will that spark burn them to be un-repairable or will it led to something beautiful? Something that both are unfamiliar with.... Join the spectacular voyage of Musa Khan and Nayyab Rehman to experience a boost of emotions that will make u grip your pillow with a smug grin in excitement and next moment to pull out your hair frustration.

Aria Zaman Durrani was too childish, too careless for her own good, a total Misfit to attain the title of 'Nawab Begum' and that was the reason Nawab Jahangir Riyaz Durrani rejected her. It was then she gets engaged to Arhaan Raizada, who was a total prince charming according to her. Everything was going fine until one fateful night which tied 'Miss Misfit' with the mighty Nawab of the Durrani Riyasat in a sacred bond but he was determined to keep it a secret. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Join the journey of the mighty Nawab Jahangir Riyaz Durrani, with Miss Misfit and his plans not to fall for her...Ever! But he does. And now he is unable to let her go. He is ready to burn the world and tear it apart to show his claim over her and show them that she is UNDENIABLY HIS.

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

"I. Want. You." These words kept playing in my head like a broken record. What does that mean? His eyes looked so devious when he said that. A shiver ran down my spine remembering how cold his eyes were. I washed away my face pack and proceeded to scrub my body. I stepped out of shower, fastening the bath robe around my waist. I flipped my hair and wrapped dupatta around my head, dabbing it to dry my hair "I want you." I heard a voice too familiar in my ears. I whipped my head around to see pair of black eyes looking into mine. I was about to scream my lungs our when it disintegrated in thin air however whispers were still ringing in my ears. I turned back to mirror to see cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I wiped it away with tissues on the basin. I tried to regulate my heartbeat by placing my palm on my heart and breathing deeply. I was getting vibes that something unpleasant is about to happen. Sometimes you just rub your palms and wish that you didn't do something. A restless urge to undo something that impacted your life so much. Same is the case with Fatima. She wishes that she could just go back in time and never meet Ahmed Ali Rizvi again. If only she could just plainly undo him. #01 in #ChasingLove #01 in #RunningAway