|| DESI BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE|| ●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○● I always thought I was living a perfect life because I had everything one could dream about, be it family, friends, money, fame. I was working as a COO, everything was perfect until...I realised her existence and started feeling as if I was lacking the most precious someone. She came into my life making up for all the lost time. She came to me with her unforgettable memories and their consequence which she has always considered her burden. "She is my prayer." ●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•● People assume that if you are wealthy then you have near to no problems in your life but thats what it is, an assumption. I had a past about which I did not talk to anybody, neither my family nor my friends. I always kept it deep inside my heart. I thought I have overcome my trauma but I didn't realized that my scars were never healed but suddenly he came with his emollient presence and lethal eyes and healed all my scars. "Before him was good but with him was like paradise." Thank you for reading, have a great day 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒♫₊˚.🎧 ✩｡📖 (All the photos used in this story belong to their respected owner)

It is a story of a girl and her bava 'Bava leave my hand said maha. maha releases her hand from his hold.But he again hold hand and asked ' Why did you agree'. Maha remains silent. ' Maha I am asking you ' raised his voice. ' Because I want to' said maha. 'oh really but I don't like' rudra said Sarcastically . ' Maha I am asking you again why you agreed' asked rudra 'you said you don't like me na so I agreed' said maha with while looking down. Wait wait you want to know more about them then read my dear bava. This story is mix both English and Telugu .I hope you will like it.🥰 Here is story our maha and her bava # 2nd in india #3 in India Top 3 in india -6/5/2025 1# little love 1#bava 1#childhood love

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠: 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑣𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠-𝑡𝑜-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎. ~ "Wanna smoke or not?" "What's the relation between smoking and coming closer to me?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Hai, kyu ni hai," Exhaling another slow plume of grey smoke, he whispered roughly, "Lighter toh nibad liya, so the only option left is lighting your cig with mine and..." He tilted his head, leaving a fingertip's distance between the tip of his cigarette and mine. "And?" I prompted. "And that requires me to be closer to you." I stared at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, then gestured toward the unlit cigarette. He brought the glowing tip of his cigarette toward mine, only to freeze just before they touched. "Why the hell did you stop?" I muttered, holding the cigarette firmly between my lips. "I can't light it..." he said, his gaze dropping to the single inch of space keeping our bodies apart. Agh... This man is teasing me way too much. "You can bend," I suggested. "My back hurts," he said, stepping away just a fraction. "Koi ni, kal lighter laa dyunga fer-" Before he could finish, I hooked a finger through his chain and yanked him forward, erasing that final inch between us. His hand instantly slammed against my waist to catch his balance, his eyes snapping down to lock with mine. "Now will you light it?" He let out a low, husky chuckle. Then leaned in, pressing the burning tip of his cigarette straight into mine until both embers flared together.

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

Alisha Roy is not just a famous actress-she is a product of a broken home, a toxic family, and a life where love was always conditional. At 30, she carries fame, money, and scars no one sees behind the camera. Paul Maxton is danger in human form. A Russian criminal the world fears but can never cage. Drugs, blood, power-he owns it all. Love was never part of his plan. Until he saw her. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. What he promises himself he won't do... he does anyway. She is kidnapped. He is tempted. And somewhere between fear, control, and desire-lines blur. Is this a love story? Or a beautiful tragedy where both are doomed from the start?

"Samay ne unhe alag kiya. Samay hi unhe fir milaayega" 🪔🦚🐚🪕🦢 Some stories are written once. Theirs is written every lifetime. She is a filmmaker drawn to forgotten legends tales of star-crossed lovers, cursed rivers, shadow-beings, and divine echoes. Stories no one remembers... yet feel strangely familiar to her. Then there is him the man who appears in places he shouldn't, who knows paths she hasn't taken, and whose eyes hold a silence older than memory. Every story she uncovers pulls them closer. Every step they take awakens something the world forgot. And somewhere between past and present, dreams and waking, destiny and choice the Kaalchakra, the eternal wheel of time, begins to stir. Some bonds return with every birth. Some truths wait for the right moment. And some loves... refuse to end. KAALCHAKRA - a dark, timeless tale where myth bleeds into the modern world, and two souls walk a path written long before they were born

Rashmika, she was stepping into a fairytale wedding, until everything she knew was shattered. On the day she was to marry the man she loved, he betrayed her and attacked her kingdom. Heartbroken and desperate, she ran, choosing death over a life of defeat. Raghuveer, the powerful prince, saves her, but neither knows her past, and the secrets around them are dangerous. With her memories gone, and a kingdom full of lies, they will face a love born from anger, hate, and fate. She doesn't remember who she is. He doesn't know who she was. But destiny, destiny never forgets. What will happen when her memory comes back? What will she do when she realizes the truth? How will she believe that all this time she was in love with her enemy? Can love survive betrayal, lies, and fate? "You knew, didn't you?" My voice trembled, torn between fury and heartbreak as I raised the blade. "Rashmika, calm yourself-" Before he could finish, I pressed the dagger's tip against his throat. "Answer me!" I hissed, eyes scorching into his. A tense silence swallowed the room, broken only when he admitted in a strained whisper, "Yes, I knew." His hand seized mine, firm, but I did not flinch. I pressed the dagger harder, the sharp blade biting into flesh, crimson drops sliding down his neck. "I hate you, Yuvraj Raghuveer Singh Rajput," I hissed, voice trembling, tears carving paths down my cheeks. When he reached up, as if to wipe them away, as if I would let him touch me, I shoved him back with the force of every betrayal, every shattered trust, letting my rage explode, fierce and unrelenting. "I will never forgive you!" I screamed, storming out of the chamber, the metallic jingle of my anklets ringing like a warning with every step.