Isha and Shantanu's world through these short tales-filled with romance, domestic bliss, and heartfelt moments. ✨✨✨ ये लम्हे, ये पल हम बरसो याद करेंगे ये मौसम चले गए तो हम फ़रियाद करेंगे┃

My name? Armaan Poddar. And let me tell you, I'm not your typical protagonist. Some may call me a villain, but I'm just a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. Sure, I could sugarcoat it, tell you I strive for goodness, but where's the fun in that? The truth is, I bend reality to my will, like a master puppeteer pulling strings. But here's the twist-I'm going to give it to you straight, no filter. Brace yourself because it's about to get dark, darker than the shadows I dwell in. This isn't a plea for redemption; I don't seek forgiveness. My sins? They're part of me, my constant companions. So, let me spin you a tale of love and lust, of how I found her, how I claimed her, and ultimately, how I lost her. Her name? Abhira Sharma. The woman I desired above all others. But she wasn't mine; she belonged to another, a knight in shining armor who thought he could keep her safe. But every fairy tale needs a villain, a seductive rogue who'll stop at nothing to get what he craves. And that, my dear, is where I come in. I'm the one who'll set the world ablaze to have her. Call me what you will, but remember this-I'm not the hero of this story. I'm the bad boy you can't help but crave. The story of a 𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

He craved to take my innocence. He hungered to claim me. All I craved was to belong to him. ARMAAN PODDAR The moment I laid eyes on Abhira, I knew I had to possess her, no matter the cost. Some might call me ruthless for leveraging her father's failure to repay me in kind, for seizing Abhira as my compensation. But she was mine to take, and in my world, when I desired something, I seized it. And oh, how I desired her. She was merely a pawn in our game, collateral damage when her father faltered in his obligations. They think it's a mere week of possession. They're in for a surprise. I plan to keep her, body and soul. ABHIRA My father's debt to Armaan Poddar left me at his mercy, and he seemed to relish in it, especially when he claimed me as his prize. Having harbored an unspoken attraction to the dominant businessman for years, I found myself torn between fear and excitement about what lay ahead. He wanted me for a week, to use me however he pleased. He hungered for my innocence. But I understood this was more than a simple transaction. This was about Armaan's craving to own me completely, to possess every part of who I was. And as twisted as it might seem, I yearned to surrender myself entirely to him. WARNING: This story delves into dark desires, featuring a commanding Armaan who plays dirty and dominates even dirtier. It's a wild ride, explicit and intense, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

She turned me into a better man, but it seems I still couldn't meet the mark to keep her by my side. Brooklyn-born, muscles that demand attention, and a stare that could melt ice - that's the vibe I bring. The bad boy she was cautioned to steer clear of. We weren't destined for forever, but damn, her lips tasted like temptation, and her curves felt under my hand... I fought hard to make it work. Slapped a ring on her finger, cleaned up my act - all in the name of love. Should've seen the storm coming. One misstep, and we unraveled. Now, I'm left scrambling to salvage what we had. It wasn't a fairy tale, but if I could make her stay once, I'm damn sure I can do it again. Just watch. I'm crazy about my wife, and I'm not about to let her slip through my fingers. Love doesn't dance with deceit; it revels in the truth. It stands firm, trusts, hopes, and never gives up. - 1 Corinthians 13 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

I ended up marrying the bad boy from Brooklyn. The one without tattoos but had that unmistakable gaze screaming trouble. His eyes came with a bunch of red flags. I was well aware of what I was getting into. I could sense it in the way he touched me, taking possession with his commanding hands. Saying no wasn't even an option, not that I wanted to. That was way back when, feels like ages ago. Now, I've grown up and moved on, but he's still the same guy I tied the knot with. He's got this dangerous vibe that I'd rather not think too much about. As alluring as sin, drawing in all the wrong kinds of temptations - the kind that's hard to forgive, the kind that messes up marriages. I did this to myself. I knew better than to fall for him. And now, I'm fucked. I married the bad boy from Brooklyn, and figuring out how to survive this is a whole other challenge. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Ain't it a cliché? Another scorching summer, and here comes that mandatory work retreat we've all been dreading. But hold onto your hats, folks, 'cause a drop-dead gorgeous gal with hair as dark as midnight and eyes that could make the sun jealous waltzed into my life. She was about to school me on how to make this summer sizzle, and it sure as heck wasn't all about punching the clock. It's a snazzy, standalone story of MaAn, broken into seven parts for your reading pleasure!

Me and my hot boss gets stuck in an elevator and have no way to get out-- sounds crazy right?- BUT ITS NOT Our lives are stuck. Its been hours and with no sign of help, and the only thing I know if I don't get out of here anytime soon, I'm surely gonna get insane under his touch and may cross our limits which I'm holding upon for a long time!