Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle-class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi x hindu - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 6 years age gap (Please don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance...it's my first story)

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?

In the sprawling metropolis of New Delhi, where tradition and modernity collide, Jayasvi Rana's life is about to take a dramatic turn. As a shy yet determined political science student, Jayasvi has always dreamed of making a difference, despite the shadows cast by her father's struggles with alcoholism and failure. When her family arranges her marriage to Raghav Hooda, the enigmatic heir to a powerful political dynasty, Jayasvi steps into a world of wealth and influence she could never have imagined. Raghav, with his commanding presence and impenetrable facade, is known for his ruthlessness in business and politics. He agrees to the marriage for reasons Jayasvi can't fathom, and his cold exterior hides a passionate and possessive nature. Thrown into a life of opulence and scrutiny, Jayasvi is both fascinated and apprehensive. Raghav's mysterious allure draws her in, yet she senses that beneath his stoic demeanor lies a man bound by secrets and desires as dark as obsidian. As their marriage unfolds amidst the glittering social scene of Delhi's elite, Jayasvi finds herself caught between her own ambitions and the shadowy depths of Raghav's world. Can she unravel the mysteries of her husband's heart and navigate the treacherous waters of love and power, or will she be consumed by the obsidian desires that threaten to engulf them both? Obsidian Desire is a tale of forbidden passion and hidden truths, set against the vibrant tapestry of modern India. Dive into a story where every whisper and touch reveals the complexities of a love forged in shadows and the relentless pursuit of ambition.

Three cousins-Agastya, Vidyut, and Vivaan share a bond stronger than blood. They live by the belief that relationships are distractions, only serving to weaken their resolve and ambitions. But destiny has other plans. Agastya, the eldest, finds himself married in what appears to be an arranged marriage, but not everything is as it seems. Vidyut enters a loveless union bound by a deal, cold and calculated. Vivaan's wedding is a whirlwind, with his bride replaced at the last moment to save family reputation. Now, these strong-willed men are forced to confront the very thing they've always avoided-love. As they clash with their equally dominant wives, the question lingers: Will these fierce women change them, or will they hold their ground? In the battle of hearts and wills, who will come out on top?

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Fallen Siblings, Book One She was supposed to survive college. Not fall in love. Arianna Malik is barely holding it together. Between university deadlines, a wild dream to become a fashion designer and a past she doesn't speak of-there's no room for distractions. Especially not the kind with cocky smiles and stupidly gorgeous brown eyes. Adrian King is college royalty. Star athlete. Future NBA draft pick. And utterly off-limits. But when they collide, it's not fireworks-it's fire. He sees past the polished surface to the girl who flinches when someone touches her wrist. She sees the boy with pressure on his shoulders and something honest in his gaze. What starts as shared glances and quiet moments becomes something deeper-something terrifying. Because Arianna wasn't meant to fall. Not again. Not after what happened. But maybe love doesn't wait for permission. Maybe it shows up, unexpectedly, right when your walls start to crack. And maybe, just maybe... this time, she gets to choose what comes next.

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.