- 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Meet Aarav Mehrotra , an 18-year-old student in his final year at a prestigious boarding school, Known for his calm demeanour and excellence in academics. However, beneath his composed exterior lies a mischievous streak that occasionally surfaces, often leaving a trail of harmless pranks. Despite his calm nature, Aarav has a fiery temper that flares up when pushed too far. Aarav is a fascinating blend of responsibility and youthful exuberance. 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Meet Kiara a 17-year-old, a spirited 11th grader whose infectious energy lights up any room she walks into. With a bubbly personality and a knack for mischief, Kiara is the life of the party and always has a clever excuse to skip school. A natural extrovert, she thrives on social interactions and is never shy about expressing herself. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯: "In a world that's told us no, we've created our own yes." 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 : "And I'd choose you, even if they told me it was a mistake." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 💌🎀𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧✶

𝑻𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏...... ❄️✨ 🔥 A Journey of Passion, Pain, and Unforeseen Love 🔥 In a world where discipline meets chaos, where ambition collides with destiny, and where past scars threaten the present-two contrasting souls find themselves entangled in a journey neither of them anticipated. 💖 Meet 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 Aditi Mishra is a name whispered in admiration across the corridors of Class 11-a top-ranked student, a girl whose eyes reflect unyielding determination, whose laughter hides the weight of unspoken battles. But behind that fierce ambition lies something far darker-memories she has buried deep beneath layers of strength and silence. She doesn't let people in. Love, romance, or anything remotely close to vulnerability? They were never part of her carefully built world. But fate never asks for permission before rewriting someone's story. And Aditi's story is about to take an unexpected turn. 💫 Meet 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 A boy of discipline. A man of unwavering focus. The world sees a brilliant Class 12 student, a head boy with an iron will and a reputation of being untouchable. His philosophy? "Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment." With his dreams locked onto joining the Special Armed Forces, he allows no distractions-not even the whispers of admiration that follow him wherever he goes. Love is a weakness, an indulgence he cannot afford. He has spent years keeping emotions at bay. Until she crashes into his life.

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

Now we all have heard the story of the mafia and his little princess, but let's try something new.....So this is going to be the story of a girl who has set her heart on mafia...And she has been waiting for years for the day when he will come to her..... But as the days are progressing, her love is going away from her. Will she ever get her love back because the whom she loves may not love me.... Or is he ignoring her love despite knowing how important she is to him? Some glimpses of their bond~ As Vihaan leaned back against the bedpost, his smirk deepened. He could sense he had the upper hand, and he wasn't about to let Lavanya off so easily. Vihaan: "Aur yaad hai, Lav? Tumhari woh chhoti si booty jab tum garden mein bhaagti thi? Tumhe toh pata bhi nahi hota tha ki sab tumhe dekh ke hasta hai." Lavanya's eyes widened in horror, her cheeks instantly turning a bright shade of red. Lavanya: "Vihaan! Tum bilkul besharam ho. Yeh kya nonsense bol rahe ho?" Vihaan burst into laughter, crossing his arms as he watched her squirm. Vihaan: "Kya? Sach bol raha hoon. Chhoti si thi tum, aur tumhare pair ke neeche se shorts girte rehte the jab tum ped pe chadhti thi." Lavanya grabbed another pillow and threw it at him with all her might, but Vihaan caught it effortlessly, his grin only growing wider. Lavanya: "Vihaan, I swear! Tumse baat karna meri sabse badi galti thi." Vihaan (mocking): "Aur woh time yaad hai jab tum apne pair ke size ka chappal khud nahi pehen sakti thi? Tumhare golu-golu thighs ke wajah se chappal pehenna ek adventure hota tha." Lavanya's jaw dropped as she stood up, glaring at him. Lavanya: "Stop it, Vihaan! Tumhe ek bhi filter nahi mila kya?" "This story is an original work of authorMahi957 .Copying or reposting any part of it without permission is prohibited and will be reported."

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

"I told you that it was a straight' NO' from my side why did you marry me then....? it was not like that you were forced into this.. "she yelled at him but her words died when he took a predatory step towards her, she stepped back only for her back to hit the wall while he caged her between his arms ,"I married you because this is what I wanted.. you as ..Mine , YOU The only woman I always craved for...." An arranged marriage or was it ever? Will she ever gonna accept it or it will lead to their separation?and will he let her escape him just like that? . . . . . dive into Poorvi and Aahan's story which will give you the solace you were seeking for..A story which will bring you back to your comfort zone.

Jiya X Vicente

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?