🌹 Title: Her Professor Husband 💕 Tagline: He taught her rules. She made him break every one of them. --- ✨ Story Description (Wattpad Blurb) Zoya Ansari never believed in love. Invisible to the world, she preferred her books over people - especially men. In college, she was just another quiet girl sitting at the back of Professor Rehaan Siddiqui's class... until one misunderstanding turned her life upside down. To protect her honour - and his own reputation - Rehaan does the unthinkable: he marries her. A marriage neither of them wanted, but one that changes everything. He's 32. She's 22. He's disciplined, distant, and cold. She's introverted, stubborn, and secretly soft-hearted. He doesn't believe in love - and she hates the very idea of it. But living under the same roof, sharing the same silence, and learning each other's scars slowly turns hate into something dangerously tender. From enemies to lovers, from professor and student to husband and wife, theirs is a story of slow-burn love, family drama, emotional healing, and irresistible chemistry. Because when destiny decides to write your name beside someone's... even the coldest hearts can fall. ❤️ --- 🔥 Tropes Inside: Enemies to Lovers Age Gap (32×22) Forced Proximity Forced / Arranged Marriage (by him) Professor × Student "Touch her and you die" energy Independent, strong woman × Protective husband Emotional family drama University & home-life setting Slow-burn, heart-melting romance ---

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

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 17 feb 2026:- top 2 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.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

Destiny is 25 she's struggling to keep up with her two jobs. she's an orphan and she has a 2 year old daughter named Angel, her ex boyfriend left her when she was pregnant. She's also a great painter. Tala is 29 she's a billionaire. She has hotels, casinos, night clubs...etc. She likes to fool around with girls, specially when they find out she's a mafia leader.She has scars on her face and body that she hides from the world and she's looking for someone to make a perfect portrait painting of her. *Highest Rankings* 1# gxg 1# girlxgirl 1# lesbian 1# wlw 1# lesbianromance 1# lesbian fiction 1# womanxwoman 1# intersex 8# mafia

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

"Stop it Jungkook! I am literally four years older than you." you say out of frustration. He has been seducing you way too much. "I know you want me too noona." he said like the kid he is. "It's just fantasy Jungkook. yours and mine nothing else." you cross your hand. "Then let's do this...make a deal" he said being all exited. "what deal?" your eyes got wide. "A fantasy deal... We will fulfill each others all fantasy that we can't tell people" he said with hopeful gaze. You gulp. still not sure. (JUNGKOOK X NOONA AU) *HEAVY SEXUAL BOOK. NO UNDERAGE READERS PLEASE!! (Complete) Finished writing: 7th July, 2021 Edited: not even close to editing. Flawed

Zora was was finally an adult, she was going to take over her mother's company. The mafia princess worked right under her mother's wing when she made a fatal mistake and caused a huge conflict with another powerful mafia. A small accident turned Zora's life upside down.... Was it for the best? or will it ruin her? Sequel to "The Bodyguard" could be read as sperate book.

Dawn, a girl in her early twenties living in a poor neighborhood with her sick mother and teenage brother. Her father has abandoned them for a rich woman and they were left sinking in debt. One day someone has offered her an opportunity to change her life and her family's just by watching over a girl. Mazikeen or Maze for short, a spoiled rich brat who lives off her father's money, she's addicted to drinking and partying. She has gotten herself in too much trouble and humiliation for her father so he decided to get her a bodyguard. She pretends to be an arrogant and mean girl on the outside but only she knows what's happening on the inside. What will happen when these two meet? A poor girl with anger issues and a spoiled brat who likes to push buttons.