#1 in romance genre (1stJan - 8th Jan.) ( Again placed #1 in romance in Feb) Aaron got up from his seat and walked round the table towards her while she was still sitting as if glued to that seat. He bent towards her, his one hand on the table and with the other he held her chin so that their eyes were at level.. "Listen to me very clearly, Mrs Livia Aaron Rodriguez, you are my wife now. So you can only think of me, talk to me, smile at me, look at me and be around me only. You will do what I say." "I am not your slave." Ignoring her protest he continued,"And if you are feeling very needy and if you want to sleep with a man so much then don't worry just come to me and I promise you, I'll give you the best physical pleasure in this world. Afterall I'm quite experienced in this physical pleasure department." "Bastard!" she slapped his hand away but Aaron caught her mouth and kissed her hard... ____________ A cold and arrogantly ruthless CEO by day and a playboy by night, was how newspapers and magazines always portrayed the young billionaire Aaron Rodriguez but how much of truth did these rumours held? Was he really that kind of person as the rumours called or was there a different shade of him? Livia was going to find out soon... ______________ 18 Oct '19 - 12 Dec' 19 Word count : 34950-35000 approx. *** This is my first work and I hope you'll like it 😊 Do vote and comment because your support matters a lot. 👉 The work is unedited. So read at your own risk. If you find a mistake I hope you'll be able to either ignore it or point it out very politely. You can also check out my other book. Hopefully you'll like it too. ❤️

Featured @WattpadIndia, @Romance ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.❞ ⚛⚛⚛ Atharva Saxena is a 28-year-old renowned billionaire but not your pampered rich man who is handed everything on a silver platter. He has more to himself than he lets on, his brutal reality hidden under his façade, all of it after surviving a traumatic experience that is darker than his black custom suits and haunts him every day. He doesn't expect anything more from life, having seen enough, but life has plans for him, one that involves a specific woman who may or may not change him completely. The 26-year-old beauty, Aahana Kapoor, is the daughter of a billionaire but not your snobby, rich bitch, rather sweet, fierce, and loyal. In her heart, she knew she was destined to marry Atharva from the very first time she saw his picture before their arranged marriage. So, what will happen when she realizes Atharva has no desire for women and avoids them like a plague under any and every circumstance? Will she be able to penetrate her way into his heart and slip under his skin? [UNEDITED]

Introduction For the world, she became the bride of her fiancé. But in the eyes of law and faith, she was bound to his brother. Two lives, entwined by an unexpected twist of fate. One clings desperately to the hope of making this fragile bond work, while the other dreams only of breaking free. Under the same roof, they navigate a maze of unspoken words, simmering emotions, and societal expectations. Would they dare to bite into this forbidden fruit?

A simple short story filled with love 💕 #2 in lovestories 30/12/19

Step into the world of short romantic stories with this book, which features a delightful collection of love stories. Get ready to immerse yourself in the tales of numerous protagonists as they share their beautiful experiences of love. So, fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride! ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾ CONTENTS ▪ Aayat and Kaif ✔ ▪ Inaya and Zain ✔ ▪ Zara and Shayaan ✔ ▪ Avira and Ashar ✔ ▪ Misha and Kiaan ✔ ▪ Nausheen and Moiz ✔ ▪ Seher and Ahad ✔

Hamdaani Heirs #9 The story of the third generation Hamdaani Heirs. The rise of a new dawn marks the end of an eternal era. One shots on your favorite Hamdaani children. Namood-e-saher! نمود سحر All rights reserved ©️ copyright with the author

"The Vows We Never Chose" by Yuvi is a heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the cruel twist of fate. She married a man who never loved her ,a husband whose words cut deeper than silence and whose heart was a locked door she could never open. Just when she thought she had accepted her lonely reality, tragedy struck. A fatal car accident shattered their world, leaving her a widow... and soon after, a mother-to-be. Caught between the weight of her unborn child and the expectations of a grieving family, she finds herself bound by a new set of vows ,not of love, but of duty. The elder brother of her late husband, a man cold as ice and distant as a forgotten dream, is forced into a marriage of convenience with her. What begins as a forced union, stitched together by heartbreak and family pressure, slowly unravels hidden emotions and unspoken truths. Can two broken souls, united by loss and bound by unwanted promises, ever find a way to heal? In a world where choices are stolen and hearts are left bleeding, will their reluctant vows ever transform into something real?

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" In a world where love stories begin at parties or libraries, Shivangi's began in a clinic. She was a writer, creating perfect characters with perfect endings. He was a doctor, trained to fix everything-except maybe what his own heart refused to admit. They didn't fall in love at first sight. They stumbled. Through pain. Through vulnerability. Through check-ups and awkward silences. This is their story. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥.

[#1 ~ The Rajvansh Family] "You don't have a wife?" Adi asked innocently, his words cutting through the air, causing the entire table to fall into a stunned silence. She shot her son a glare, silently warning him to be quiet with just a look. He paused, then replied, "I don't," as his family exchanged surprised glances, clearly expecting him to snap or react harshly to the kid. "My mumma doesn't have a husband, either," the little boy continued, as though he had just solved the most difficult puzzle in the world. "I know," he responded, his usually cold demeanor softening into a surprising smile as he looked down at the child. "Then why don't you marry each other?" Adi grinned, as if it were the simplest idea in the world. The whole room filled the room with stunned silence, by his innocent proposal. 🕊️ 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗕𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮 returns to her childhood city, seeking a fresh start after a painful divorce, determined to build a better life for her four-year-old son. The last thing she expects is to be drawn to Vihaan-her late cousin's husband. He wants nothing to do with her... but everything to do with her son. 𝗩𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 had everything-love, happiness, and a future he cherished-until the day it all shattered before his eyes. In a single, cruel moment, he lost the woman he loved more than life itself, along with their unborn child. He thought he was doomed to a lifetime of emptiness, unaware that fate had other plans-ones that would entangle him in a web of forbidden emotions and an undeniable, reckless desire.

~ ZA¥DAN ~ 'Life is a Game of chess' Move in silence only to say CHECKMATE°°° ~ HA¥AT ~ 'Life can be a game of chess' But with a calm mind, Life can be crystal CLEAR°°° ✨✨✨ "Your name"? He asked as he stood up from his chair, taking slow steps towards me making me take steps backward, his voice extremely dark with a slightest bit of anger, his blue eyes roaming to every inch of my body taking his pleasurable time, as his blue eyes stopped at my eyes and met mine amber one, A chill rustled through my spine. Confusion spread across my face as fear engulfed me. Why is he asking my name? Like he don't know, I really wanted to roll my eyes but held the urge in. "Hayat" I replied confidently as my back hit the wall. A dead end. "Full name"? He asked fully invading my personal space as he placed both his hands on each side of wall trapping me in. We stared at eachother in silence. "Hayat Malik" I replied still staring at him. As the words slipped out of my tongue, a small smirk made its way to his lips. This was a simple action but I could sense danger from his eyes. "Aren't you forgetting something Miss...." He trailed off as he took a hold of my face from his right hand, left hand still on the wall. Tinkles spread across my stomach as his hand made contact with my skin. "Hayat Zaydan Malik" He completed and with that he slammed his lips against mine. ✨✨✨ Just two words took to break everything, Misunderstandings aroused, Their friendship broke, Their bond broke along that unknowningly they broke too. She was in love with her cousin, Her only best friend, Her ZAY. He was in love with his other cousin Rameen. ✨What will happen when they will come face to face after whole 5 years? ✨What will be the end of the pure bond called 'NIKKAH'? ✨Will he get RUBARU with his real ISHQ? Stay tuned with ZA¥DAN x HA¥AT! Allah Hafiz! 1# possessive«45.9k» 1# spiritual «31k» 1# LoveHate«10.3K» 1# jealousy«38.2K