Not all love stories are soft. Some come with fire, fury... and unforgettable scars. They weren't just in love - They were obsessed. Addicted. Destroyed. Isha Mehra - graceful, grounded, and deeply in love. Kabir Oberoi - a wild, untamed soul with music in his veins and anger in his blood.He was the kind of man girls lost sleep over. A voice that could bring heaven to its knees. A smile that could melt sin. Every girl wanted him - But he? He only ever wanted her. She was the anchor to his storm. The one who could calm his raging anger with a single look. But then- One night. One incident. One mistake. And everything fell apart. Now, years later, she's built a new life. Successful business woman. And he's a broken rockstar with fire in his eyes and poison on his tongue. burning in the spotlight, still carrying the ashes of their past. The pain. The betrayal. The questions left unanswered. And the love that never really died. what really happened years ago? What was that one night... that tore them apart forever? What did she lose? And what did he never forgive? A love so deep shouldn't have ended. But it did. Now it's back-darker, fiercer, and burning with the weight of everything unsaid. ____ "Then burn me," I whispered, close enough to feel the brush of his breath against my cheek. "I'm not afraid of you." He smirked at my words. Then he lowered the gun. Slowly. Deliberately. It slid from my forearm, grazing over the sensitive skin of my wrist, tracing the curve of my elbow, then drifting along my shoulder with a deliberate, torturous slowness. He dragged it lower, the barrel brushing along my Breasts over my ni**les, as if daring me to react. My breath hitched. "You know what I could do to you... right here, right now," he murmured, voice low, dark. ____ This isn't just love. This is Mistaken Love. And it begins now. This book contains~ She fell first and harder Mysterious Revenge Betrayal Misunderstanding Violence Alcohol Abuse

# Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) This is a short village story from 1980's era.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

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READ BOUND BY FIRE PART 1 OF THIS SERIES BFRE CONTINUING PLEASE!! She was never meant to be his. Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him. Even if she hated him for it. Even if the world turned against them. Even if fate itself demanded a price. Because obsession was not love. It was deeper. Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand? He never let go. Not of what was his. Not of her. Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away. Because some love stories weren't written in stars... They were etched in blood. And bound by fate. Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was. Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak. Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed. Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness. They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution. But for him. Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed: Aarav Raichand would come for her. He had to. Because fate wasn't done with them yet. Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.

Her laughter didn't belong in his world. It was too soft, too warm-melting through the ice he had spent years perfecting. Aarav Raichand watched her from the shadows, jaw clenched, fists tight. She was not supposed to matter. Not supposed to slip past his defenses. Yet, there she was, sitting at his dinner table, making everyone smile, filling the empty spaces he had long ignored. She didn't belong to them. She belonged to him. His wife. His contract. His possession. Then why did it feel like he was the one losing control?

Yeh Moh Moh ke dhaage teri ungliyon se ja uljhe~⁠♪ •A Tale of An Artist and The Broken Soul Prisoned In Darkness• ~She had the simplicity of white and knew how to combine every colour in her... ~He was colourless imprisoned in darkness... ~She never stop smiling... ~He never actually smiled.... ~She was the flower... ~Who bloomed in his darkest night... ~They had hatred in their eyes, who never meant together... |But... destiny had other other plans| ...He forced her to marry him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •What could be the reason that she agreed to marry him? •What will happen when two people who hate eachother will be tied together for lifetime? •Will they ever fall in love with eachother? •Will they able to unfold the truth? •Will they able to untangle the tangled threads of their deepest secrets? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me on a journey to unravel A story of Two souls bind together with a thread connecting their hearts. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ |Reyansh×Uvani|

Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.

A bus arrived at the bus stop and she got in first as she was in the front and the rest followed. There was a vacant seat reserved for ladies but she decided to stand. Her eyes were glued at the door and her lips formed a subtle curve when she saw him board the bus before it took off. Glancing through the crowd of people, he moved past everyone and stood beside her. Her heart pounded and she blushed giving a tough competition to the tomato as their arms brushed each other. His staring session and her glances through the corner of her eyes combined with blushes was disturbed by the conductor who demanded the ticket. "Pass", they both say in unison. While the conductor brush passed the two, they both look each other and smiled. She gasped at once when he slid his hand and held her by her waist. She pursed her lips and shyly looked at him through the corner of eyes. "Move ahead, move ahead. Make space for others to get in.", Said the conductor and the people beside them squeezed them closer together by pushing them. His hands were off her waist. He inhaled the soft scent which came from her hair as she now stood ahead of him. Every time the driver stepped on the brakes, they experienced a current pass through their bodies as it collided with the other. . . . . "Doesn't a middle class boy like me have any rights to love?" . . . "All I ask for, is his love!" Welcome to the middle class life!! 😌 Story of 90% population of India! Highest ranks: #1 in middleclass #1 in Indian #1 in relatable #1 in Problems

Ekansh Shekhawat, A CEO and reserved person was arranged to get married to Kiara Singh. Who was also his sister in law's sister. Started on - January 12, 2025. Completed in - May 24, 2025. Words count - 74,250 !It's my original work, and fully fictional!