"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

18 years old Sirisha Mathur, is an intelligent, straight-A, and straightforward yet introverted girl. She had never even imagined that she would fall in love but when she meets, 19 years old Kunal Oberoi, who is an all-rounder, good at studies, plays football well, is handsome, and is hell extroverted, but is way too irresponsible to be an adult, Things happen that she had never thought could happen to her, Weird Feelings Goosebumps Butterflies In The Stomach Affection Blushing Jealousy LOVE.... All Mine Duet: Book 1 ~~~~~~ I can't make the Description any more catchy. But I can assure you that this story is worth reading. Do give it a try and review <3 (Mature Content. Warning has been given on the chapter head so that you can skip that chapter.) ___________________________ All Rights Reserved ©

❝Mummy, meri shaadi karvado.❞ Aditya Shrivastava had lived half of his life third-wheeling his friends and their partners. While they went on dates, he was debugging a hundred lines of code. While they got married, he was breaking sweat for an early promotion. Now they're all happy and settled, and he can't help but envy them. Getting a girl on his own was an impossible feat to achieve for Aditya. He couldn't even keep a stable eye contact with people of the opposite gender. Hence, he heavily relied on his mother to get him hitched. He was desperate for a life like his settled friends, unaware there's more to a relationship than book-y romance and cuddle nights. And when he crosses paths with Priya Mathur, the elder sister of the first potential bride he wishes to meet, his life goes spiralling in a whirlwind of sweet and sour love he hadn't expected himself to fall for.

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.

An Arranged Setup that Sparkled into a Love Story of Its Own. »»---♡---«« 'His nose is crooked!' 'I think he has some gray hair!' 'He looks too mature for his age!' 'Nah! He is seven years older than you!' 'One of his eyes seems smaller!' 'Don't you think he is smiling too much in this photo?' 'God! I wonder how, even after looking at hundreds of biodatas every day, none could catch my parents' attention. With every biodata they see, they manage to point out some flaw or another.' »»---♡---«« An Indian Arranged Marriage Story. Modern-day marriages are no cakewalk, and arranged marriages are certainly not. Set against an Indian backdrop, "Love Unrushed!" explores not only the complexities of an arranged marriage but also the pursuit of individual happiness within the confines of societal norms. If you are up for a simple and subtle blooming love story, ponder-worthy thoughts with social stigmas and taboos effortlessly slipped in here and there, and some real, relatable characters, then this story is definitely for you. You will find a part of Riya and Aditya hidden within you as they navigate their arranged marriage, unveiling the hidden layers of their personal and professional insecurities. There will be no unrealistic villains or overdramatic plots, but this story will undoubtedly highlight the true version of how marriages are arranged in India. Thus, this book tends toward a realistic portrayal with a touch of fiction. Please be kind. This book is under editing and the chapters with (•) are recently edited. Rest are in progress.

☆ Featured in wattpad @AmbassadorsIN serialized spotlight reading list. [UNEDITED] Book II (First-Love Series) "It hurts to say this, but I think I have a crush on you." "Chiii!" "Yeah! That's what I thought. Chiii!" 🌷 She's the fire he never saw coming. He's the storm she never expected. Between endless banter, stolen glances, and hearts that refuse to listen... Reshmi and Vikram's love story is anything but ordinary. From teenage rivalry to an undeniable bond, will their hearts find harmony in the chaos? .............. Join me in the journey of self-love, trust and support. Tw: SA/Harassment/child abuse

[Featured - AmbassadorsIN] ༻❁༺ Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. ༻❁༺ Kabir, a widowed single father, finds himself setting foot in the waters of marriage again. Heer, a thirty-year-old single woman, decides to get married, only to fulfil her grandmother's last wish. With the heavy baggage of the past, scars of broken and hurting relationships, and differences, will the two ever survive this arrangement? Find more in Prelude. [Completed]

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

Coming out of an abusive marriage where she was assaulted for dowry, years later, Dhriti Diwan is a self made Billionaire. Saad Hafiz, a surgeon who hides an ugly past of his own agrees to marry the sister of his best friend. Two different people bounded in a marriage of convenience with a thread of pain. Will Dhriti ever be able to love again? What's going to happen when Saad gets to know about the body of his wife which is covered in burnt marks and bruises? Will he get repulsed by her? Dhriti considers herself unwanted, will Saad ever be able to love her?

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? •••