"Pyar dosti hai... agar woh meri sabse achchi dost nahin ban sakti, to main usse kabhi pyar kar hi nahi sakta... kyunki dosti bina toh pyar hota hi nahin... simple, pyar dosti hai." Avi had known her since the day she was born. From her first steps to her first heartbreak, he had been there, a constant presence in her life. He had always been one of her protectors, standing steadfast alongside her two elder brothers. But as the years rolled by, the dynamic between them began to shift. The lines separating mere care from something deeper, something unspoken, became blurred. To the world, he was Atharv Singh Rathore, the formidable businessman who commanded empires and held the revered title of Hukum Sa of Udaipur. He was a man whose name alone sent shivers down spines, whose authority was unquestionable, and whose presence demanded respect. But to her, he wasn't the intimidating ruler or the ruthless tycoon. To her, he was just Avi-, the man who'd drop everything to cheer her up with the simplest joke when she was upset, and the person who would go to the ends of the earth just to see her smile. Family was everything to her. Born into a world of traditions, ties, and unconditional love, she cherished the bonds that shaped her. Avi had always been a part of that family-a pillar she leaned on without even realizing it. But somewhere along the way, the comfort of his presence grew into an ache she didn't understand. Until one day, clarity struck like lightning: her heart didn't just beat for her family; it beat a little harder for him. Their story wasn't simple. It was built on years of friendship, trust, and familial bonds. But as the lines blurred and feelings deepened, the world around them shifted. What happens when love blossoms in the midst of unbreakable traditions, where every step forward risks shaking the foundation of everything they hold dear? Their journey was never meant to be easy. But then again, the best stories never are.

"You don't understand, Rana Sa, we are not made for each other." Her eyes held tears of helplessness as she tried to make the man in front of her understand. ""Whether you believe it or not, you are mine and I won't let you go, no matter what you say." He gently leaned forward, touching their foreheads together before placing a kiss on her forehead. Isha Mishra An introvert and calm girl pursuing her masters in psychology Rudransh Singh Rajput A man not to be messed with, a man with authority, power and dominance. It's a story of them, the story of the king and his queen. (If you need translation for the Hindi sentences please do ask) Tropes Royal x his queen obsession Opposites Attract Passionate love ML is obsessed with FL with capital 'OBSESSED' (Mention of BTS if they trigger you please do not read this book)

Ansh, Mumbai's feared mafia king, believed in power, not God. Kriti, a simple village girl, believed in both. A single glance ignited a possessive, mad love in him. He would burn the world for her, but couldn't bear a single tear in her eyes. A emotional drama of scary obsession, family fear, and a love that became redemption. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Aap thik he? " he said softly. She nodded, eyes lowered. [She is mute] " Kuch khaya aap ne? " he asked again, a gentle smile on his lips. She nodded again... " Aap meri he? " he asked, his smile growing softer... Without realising she nodded again then suddenly looked up at him in shock. He chuckled seeing her reaction.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

Book 3 in ROMANO'S Series. (Not a Standalone) •ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ• 🦄 A squeal to- ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔬'𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 🦄 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼 - the dazzling Princess of Italy. Idol (singer and dancer)... and secretly obsessed with the one man she should stay away from - the Mafia Lord of the Underworld. 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗶𝗸 𝗥𝗮𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮- cold, ruthless, feared by all. The Mafia King who has been silently watching The Princess of Italy for five years. Two powerful worlds. Two hidden obsessions. And now, fate brings them face to face. The spark is undeniable. 🦄 "Fuc-king... Aah... h-hell, S-Shiv!" My voice broke, shaky and breathless, as I tried to glare at him - but he was lost in the rhythm, thrusting deep and relentless. He grinned, eyes dark and wild. "Aren't you feeling heaven, baby?" he teased, hips snapping forward again, making me moan louder. My fingers dug into his back, nails leaving marks on his burning skin. "I think I should keep going until you scream that this is heaven..." he growled. "Shiv..." I whispered, breath ragged, "It's five in the freaking morning." He smirked darkly, placing both hands on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. "Exactly. Still night. Not done yet." And then - he crashed his mouth onto mine, devouring me with a kiss as deep as his thrusts. Our bodies trembled, hearts racing. And once again, together - we fell apart. I collapsed against him, barely holding myself up, my head resting on his shoulder. 🦄 The story is in English But has few hindi dialogue with english translation 🦄 ○Tropes○ They fell first and fell harder Slow Burn Rom-Com Grumpy×Sunshine King×Princess Mafia Lord×Mafia Princess Mafia×Idol Best friend's brother 🦄 Insta I'd : @she_writeshim Follow for spoilers🤙

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need be. They studied in the same school, even in the same class till the age of eighteen only for her to move away for a few years. In these ten years, their lives changed drastically. Where he is known for his merciless punches, she is recognized by her fashion label. Despite being few months younger than him, she knows how to prevail over him, and he knows this just as well because he lets her. Would the love of adulthood overpower the hate of childhood? Would this distance simmer their hate or ignite a passion?

When Avni Verma's hostel allocation goes wrong, she has no choice but to turn to her brother Anuj's best friend, Yash Mehra, for a place to stay. Yash is the university's star athlete-confident, cool, and always surrounded by people. He's never paid much attention to Avni, who's always been quiet and shy. But as they're forced to live together, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. Yash can't ignore the growing attraction he feels for Avni-she's no longer the little sister he once knew, and the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to fight the feelings he's tried to suppress. When Avni begins going out, Yash's possessiveness starts to surface. What began as a simple arrangement quickly turns into a battle between desire and control. Will Yash let his guard down for the girl who's slowly taking over his heart? Prologue: Yash was so close, she could feel his breath against her skin. His eyes were burning into hers, filled with something dangerous. "I don't think you understand, Avni," he muttered, voice thick with restraint. "I'm trying to control myself. But every time you're near me, I'm one step away from breaking." She swallowed, heart racing as he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're driving me insane. And I'm getting close to losing it." Tropes: Brother's best friend • Possessive ML • Seduction • Slow Burn • Fighting Attraction • Shy FL • College Romance • Steamy Romance 🏅#1 in india 🏅#1 in steamyromance 🏅#1 in brothersbestfriend

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."