| 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 | ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs. ᴇᴀᴄʜ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇᴘʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. • 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 • 1. ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ (Completed) 2. ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ (Completed) 3. ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ (Completed) 4. ғɪʀᴇ & ɪᴄᴇ (Ongoing) 5. ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs 𝟸.𝟶 (Upcoming) ✿✿ #1 in desire #6 in rom-com ~•~

. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ABHIRA:HIS OBSESSION ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅ He was her obsession. Grumpy. Possessive. A man whocontrols everything... except her. She's been obsessed since she understood desire. Watching him. Wanting him. The man who protected her like a brother... but she never wanted a brother. She's ready to make him see her differently. Every teasing smile. Every "accidental" brush. Every late-night moment when no one's watching. It is innocent moments for him but not for her. She is fire. And she will burn his control to ash. He fights it. Calls her forbidden. The girl he swore to protect. But she's his obsession now. One touch too long. One look too deep. And everything breaks. A dark, age-gap, forbidden romance. Secret nights. Jealous rages. A father who will kill to keep them apart. And an obsession that consumes them both. Will he claim her? Or will the fire destroy everything?

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

It's a typical arrange marriage story dating back to 80's. 𝙎𝘼𝘼𝙉𝙑𝙄 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙅 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 She is 18 y/o girl from a village having less to zero expectation. Growing up she saw how her father treated her mother so she was afraid that her husband would treat her the same. 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙅 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 He is a 25 y/o man wanting to start his own startup in the city. He was attracted to her since the first time he saw her. He loves her shy nature. He does not like to talk much. He is a reserved kind of person. That's it for the description. There will be grammatical errors as English is not my first language.

Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, this story unfolds a unique and unconventional tale. "I see her every day in school, and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sits on the fourth bench of the second row is going to be my wife soon. I know she must be thinking that I rejected her, but it's not my place to tell." Anav, a higher secondary school teacher, finds himself bound in matrimony with Dharini, a student he never particularly favored. This is not a story of enemies to lovers or a romantic journey to marriage. Instead, it's an arranged marriage, where their parents chose them for each other. Despite the traditional setting, Avan and his parents possess a progressive mindset. This narrative delves into various social issues such as dowry, racism, body shaming, and women's education. It also addresses taboo topics like periods and sex education, providing a thought-provoking exploration of these critical themes. Started: February '25 Ended: (The book is unedited) I don't own any form of media used in this story. It belongs to their respective owners.

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.

ఓ సీతా వదలనిక తోడౌతా రోజంతా వెలుగులిడు నీడౌతా దారై నడిపేనే చేతి గీత చేయి విడువక సాగుతా తీరం తెలిపెనే నుదుటి రాత నుదుట తిలకమై వాలుతా కనులలో మెరుపులా తారాడే కలని నేనౌతా *****

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.

(Needs Editing) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder