𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

★•°•. Soft Romance .•°•★ "I ALWAYS LOVED YOU !!!", I shouted. Okay I need to stay calm. "Ananya, you are not burden on me. You are my wife and love of my life, how can you be a burden for me huh?", I said calmly while looking straight into her drown worthy eyes, while my hand cupped her cheeks. "You love me ???", she asked, her voice a low whisper as if fearing what if someone hear and cast an evil eye. Her eyes looked at me with longing exptessions and I couldn't hold back anymore and confessed. I nodded while my heart beated loudly behind my ribcage as I confessed, "Yes, my Ananya. I love you." "S-since when?", she stuttered, her eyes looking deeply in my eyes, trying to search unsaid words. I can't answer her this question but I can't even hide this life time... can I ? She again asked, "Since when you l-love me niv?" "Six years", I replied. There was a breathless silence. .............•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•............. AGNIV SINGH SHEKHAWAT CEO, Not some cold hearted but soft hearted person who fall in love at first sight with HIS AANYA, but before he could confess he got to know she was getting married and now he live with her memories and wait for her one glace at the same tea shop where he gave his heart to her. He is soft like flower untill you provoke his devil side by harming his beloved ones. ANANYA MITTAL Once a sunshine girl but now heartbroken, like every reader she too had dreams to get her fictional men but her all hope shattered when her husband turn out to be alcoholic and a drug supplier who torment her to no extent. Now she is only alive for her parent's sake and desperately want someone to take out her from this misery. Will life give second chance to Agniv? Will Ananya meet her savior? To know more, read my first ever story 'Agniv's Aanya : his love' . ♡Tropes♡ •Sunshine MML × Broken FML •Love at first sight •He fall first and harder •If not her then no

❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞ In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking my love for her, marrying her or locking our fates in a binding contract. ~Aaryavir Malhotra He entered into my life, and like a perfect artist, painted it with the colors of love and fiery passion I always craved. Little did I know, it was all smoke and mirrors. I was spellbound by him, while he purchased my heart through a contract. How did I think of his obsession as love? ~Roop Agnihotri What deal did Aary strike to claim Roop as his? What will unravel when Roop stumbles upon the contract's hidden truths? Will the truth shatter their bond or will they defy all odds to choose each other above everything else? Dive into the pages of the book to uncover the answers.

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ "And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled with words, and on top of that,he claims to be the supreme power, and he is. I lowered my gaze again, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his hazel eyes engulfing me with realizations of the wrongs I'm getting involved in. He murmured, "Let me enjoy gazing at you." I couldn't help but reply, "I'm not a sight for you to gaze upon." My voice was low, lacking my usual confidence but still enough to assert that he couldn't dominate me. "You are not just a sight to behold but the most exquisite creation of the universe." ✧ Fixing an alliance seems simple, doesn't it? Two parties coming together, shaking hands, promising cooperation. But what if I told you it's not that straightforward? What if I told you it could all be the beginning of destruction, the inevitable ache? Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Where trust is a luxury few can afford, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. To truly understand the game of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 being played, you need to delve into the depths of this book. A mere trailer, a prologue, a blurb-those won't suffice. You must immerse yourself in the twists and turns of the tale. It will ruin your mental health. So, are you ready to step into the web of alliances, where every step could lead to triumph or tragedy? The choice is yours. Enter if you dare. [Translations are available for Hindi dialogues.]

Taken down at 10M+ views, 410k votes. "I am not a killer but touch another guy, he dies fucking even look at another guy he fucking dies-and you know I don't make false promises." "But wh-y the fuck would you do that?" I tried not to stutter but my voice broke a little. "Because you're off fucking limits." He hissed against my mouth. "You're mine, My girl." he said looking at my eyes, "As soon as you accept it, it will be better for you." ༺❀༻ CENTRAL HIGH Where all the spoilt kids belong. Amidst the crowd of rich entitled kids, there were the two who had the whole school by storm. Saad Van Doren and Sarah Roy Chowdhury. She hates him and he very much participates in her hating game, but that is until little Sarah starts showing her interest in a boy, who is obviously not Saad. That's when Saad's Psychotic obsession comes out, even if she hates him, she's his to date, his to fuck and his to love. No one can touch her but him. And he'll make sure that she knows it. Having an obsessed lover is a blessing but an obsessed rival who can go to any extent to make you his is a dangerous trap. But danger is what they found solace in.

Esha Arora, the top model of NYC. A siren, blessed with the face of a goddess and cursed with a past that she can't escape. After losing her parents five years ago in a tragic car crash which happens to be planned, what will happen when New York's best cyber security firm's owner Aarav Rai Singhania offers a mutual benefit agreement? He finds her parent's murderer but in return, she carries his child. But why did Aarav choose Esha when he could've gotten anyone? Just because she's the top model of NYC and matches his status? Or there's more to it? but the main question is will the agreement benefit them or shatter their lives?

Book 2 of the Mangoverse The journey of two people that have had everything laid in their feet since they were kids, except for the one thing they wanted. Freedom. In the society of the rich, you either keep the appearance or the passion. With lives put on crossroads, and a scary story from the past lurking in the shadows of their new home, how will they find ways to keep both their appearance and each other? ------------- A paranormal romantic thriller.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.

Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.