CM × student "Woh saalon tak usse chaahti rahi... aur jab usse mohabbat hui, tab tak woh khud ko bhoolna seekh chuki thi." (For years she loved him... and when he finally fell in love, she had already started learning how to forget him.) . . . .. . . . . . . . credits: Chatgpt

Dosti aur Dil series Book #1 *BLUR* She looks so pretty. Her gaze is distracting me soo much. The way that I am feeling for her in just 6 days is too much. I love when she blushes. I want to make her blush more and more. "I know I am handsome sweetheart. But please stop staring at me I am unable to focus on the road." I said while looking at the road. She turned towards the window while blushing and smiling. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Ahem. So, do you like it?" He asked me nervously. "Like it? I loveeee it." I said happily . I want to jump and dance. He chuckled at my reaction and stared at me with love. "I am glad you liked-" I cut him off in the middle. "Thank you soo much." I hugged him and then pecked him on his cheek before running away excitedly. He looked shocked and his cheeks turned red. That's when I realised what I just did. I could feel his gaze on me and that he was coming closer to where I was sitting. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Starting : 10-10-24 Ending : 08-11-24

Book One in Royal kingdom SERIES. "Come here..." He said huskily. She gulped and made her way towards him, dare she looked up. "J..ji.." she said standing near his side. He held her hand and pulled her towards him, making her fall on him and gasp. "Aa...aap.." she whispered but she was weak enough with the proximity to not speak further. "Sleep here..."he whispered holding her closer and closing his eyes. Here?? Where the fuck is here?? She shifted to lay on other side. "Here." He said sternly. Making her frown but stop her movements. She laid there snuggling in his warmth in an uncomfortable position but still providing comfort in weird ways. Peep in....🤗💭 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 - 21 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 2021 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 - @with_love_Anu ❤️ #sidnaazforever🖤✨

Tarini Jaykar was meant to be a bridesmaid, not the bride. Thrown into a marriage she didn't even see coming, she brings chaos, sarcasm, sharp eyes, and a mouth that forgets to behave. She's angry, defensive, and painfully aware of the man she now shares a home with. Carved out of duty and discipline, Dhruv Agnihotri is all restraint and quiet heat; a complete contrast to her. The kind of man she vowed not get involved with. Wanting him feels like betrayal, rebellion and trouble she definitely shouldn't crave this much. Dhruv Agnihotri lives by order, logic and duty. In his world, there is no place for emotions and fragility. Certainly not for selfishness. Until Tarini Jaykar storms into his house and wrecks the carefully crafted balance of his life. She is emotional, loud, spontaneous and inconveniently attractive. What was meant to be a dutiful and distant marriage turns tense, intimate and dangerously charged. He shouldn't react to her. He shouldn't feel vulnerable. He definitely shouldn't want her like this. But restraint cracks fastest when temptation sleeps just a few feet away.

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

Book #1 of Bounded series ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Sign the papers! She said I'm not into child marriage Miss Mishra! Shaadi karke mujhe jail bhejne ka irada hai? His tone dripped with sarcasm. "Can't you be serious with me at least for once Avyan?!!" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Avyan Chauhan- 28 years old, The oldest of the three brothers and the owner of Chauhan & Co. his company which he worked hard and built on his own and now is the biggest fashion company in the whole world. He is a successful businessman.He's the biggest bipolar you'll ever meet. His moods changes even faster than the speed of light. No one knows what goes inside his head. He is a devil for the outside world but a softie for his family. His family and his bestfriends are his only weakness but also his strength. He is rude, arrogant, grumpy, emotionless young man for outside world but a baby for his little kitten, his Aditi. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Aditi Mishra- 20 years old, The youngest and the most loved and spoiled child of her house. She is the sunshine and princess of her family. She has a bubbly nature that can lift anyone's mood within seconds. Just by looking at her smile even the grumpiest man can smile. She is a perfect combo of beauty plus brains. With the help of her father she successfully established her own fashion brand- Kitty Kat Style which ranks 2nd in the whole world. However her identity is hidden. Her life is not less than a bollywood movie. She is a complete chatterbox and her company can never ever be boring. She has a kind heart and a soft spot for everyone. She is very possessive especially towards her Kit Kat and Oreo. Her love for cats can't even be described. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── So let's dive into their love story. There are many twists and turns and secrets to be revealed. Let's be a part of their beautiful yet dramatic journey!!! Imp- All the pictures and videos used in this story belong to their respective owners!!

Vaayun Reddy - CEO of Niyun Corp, 28. A man the world calls powerful, untouchable, cold. Boardrooms bend to his silence, empires rise at his command. But behind the iron exterior lives a man softened only by his family, friends... and her. They were his pillars when life tried to break him. And she - the last thought before sleep, the first name his heart whispers at dawn. Even his dreams refuse to let her go. Nitha Reddy - CEO of AERA Studios, 26. Sweet. Goofy. Shy. Yet fiercely independent. Once told she wasn't worthy, she chose actions over words. Raised by doubt, crowned by determination - today, she stands as a billionaire and a model, built by her own hands. Vaayun Reddy and Nitha Reddy didn't just grow up together - they grew up next to each other. Neighbours from childhood, their lives unfolded through shared corridors, open balconies, and stolen glances across compound walls. What began as casual hellos turned into everyday constants. Same streets, same festivals, same sunsets - different houses, but a shared world. They witnessed each other's first dreams, quiet failures, and growing silences. While life shaped them differently, the comfort they found in each other never changed. No declarations, no labels - just a bond that felt natural, effortless, and safe. Before love had a name, before success changed everything, it had always been them. She loves him. Deeply. Silently. But some confessions feel heavier than silence. Afraid that love might shatter the bond they've carried since childhood, she chooses to love him... without claiming him. Two hearts bound by time. Two souls trapped between friendship and fate. When love is undeniable, and silence is safer than truth - how long can hearts pretend?

"Hold still," he commanded, his voice suddenly huskier than usual. She looked up at him, heart pounding. "I am holding still," she whispered, and for a brief second, their eyes locked, the world fading around them. TROPE Arrange marriage Sunshine × grumpy He fell first and harder Touch her and die Romcom Age gap

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"