Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Scandal-induced marriage • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

Ghar se thay chale Toh yeh baat ho gayi 🎶🎶 Nazarein aise jo takra gayiiiii Ke hume aashiqui aa gayi 🎶🎶 Collection of Short Stories......

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

Kavya never expected to find her place at the prestigious Delhi International School, but then she met Reyansh Malhotra. What started as a chance encounter in the corridor blossomed into an unbreakable friendship that became the envy of their entire school. For three years, they were inseparable-sharing dreams, secrets, and a bond so deep that Kavya began to see their friendship through rose-colored glasses. As Class XII approaches its end, Kavya realizes her feelings have grown beyond friendship. Watching Reyansh laugh with her, walk her to the local bus stop every day while his family's driver waited with their BMW, and treat her like she's the most important person in his world, she decides to take the leap and confess her love. But on the day she plans to open her heart, Kavya witnesses Reyansh asking Sanya-the popular, wealthy girl she can't stand-to be his date for the farewell party. Heartbroken and hiding behind the school pillars, Kavya overhears a conversation that destroys everything she believed about their friendship. To his friends questioning why he'd never consider dating Kavya, Reyansh's response is devastating: she's from a middle-class family on merit scholarship while he's from South Delhi elite society. Their "standards are too different," and being with her would hurt his reputation in their social circle. To him, she's nothing more than a charity case-his good deed, not his equal. In one crushing moment, Kavya discovers that three years of what she thought was genuine friendship was just pity from a rich boy playing the noble savior. Some hearts aren't meant to be given away, and some truths, once heard, can never be forgotten. A story about friendship, betrayal, class differences, and the painful lesson that love doesn't always conquer the divide between South Delhi mansions and middle-class apartments. COMPLETE ON SCROLLSTACK

Born into a legacy of power, pride, and politics, twins Zarmina and Zain Khanzada never asked for a kingdom they weren't welcome in. With four much older brothers who were heirs to everything-from feudal titles to family devotion-their unexpected arrival brought not celebration, but shame. Hidden from the world, denied by their own mother, and resented by the very blood meant to protect them, they were ghosts in a palace that never wanted them. But what happens when the forgotten grow up quietly-wise, observant, and dangerously different? Raised by the one woman who saw their worth, Esra Khanzada, a divorced artist with fire in her veins and wounds of her own, the twins become something the Khanzada clan never prepared for: A rebellion with royal blood. A story of belonging, soft strength, and silent storms-The Heirs of Nothing isn't just about the children no one wanted. It's about what happens when those children decide not to need anyone at all.

"He's her husband by fate, but she's more than just a wife to him-she's his obsession. Ibrahim and Sara's arranged marriage was meant to be a simple formality, but when Ibrahim returns from five years abroad, it's anything but ordinary. Ibrahim's possessiveness over Sara is undeniable-every glance, every touch, every word is laced with a fierce protectiveness that goes beyond love. Sara, young and independent, is shocked by his sudden affection and his jealousy over even the smallest interactions with other men. Ibrahim's cold, distant exterior hides a heart that's terrified of losing her, but he's never been one to show weakness. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Sara discovers that beneath Ibrahim's tough exterior lies a man who would go to any lengths to keep her safe, cherished, and by his side. Torn between his fear of showing too much affection and the overwhelming desire to keep Sara close, Ibrahim struggles to balance his possessiveness with the love he's slowly learning to give. As they clash, argue, and face their fears together, they begin to see that their bond is deeper than they thought. A story of love, jealousy, and the journey of two people who were once strangers finding their way to each other-this is a tale of marriage, possessiveness, and the transformative power of love. If you believe in fierce protectiveness, second chances, and the kind of love that makes you lose control, this is the story for you." ✨Tropes✨: Arranged marriage Possessive husband over-protective husband jealousy slow burn

A woman in her thirties. A housewife. Once a orphan. Once a loner. A young cricketer in his twenties. A heartthrob celebrity. Always a charmer. Always a popular. Sadhna was a simple woman who dreamt of a happily ever after with a prince charming and cute babies. It was perfectly said that dreams hardly came true. And for Sadhna, they never did. She had accepted her reality and life of never ending hopelessness and compromise. Just when life couldn't have gotten worse, she met a young celebrity cricketer. For her, he was a star, so far and bright. Yet, he chose to be her personal light, happiness, and love provider. What we want is often different from what god planned for us. And for Sadhna, her reality was about to turn better than a dream, more than a simple happily ever after.

In "Kismat," an unexpected twist of fate brings Rehan and Meera together in an accidental marriage. Their lives collide in an unexpected encounter, binding them in a relationship neither anticipated nor desired. Will Rehan and Meera find harmony and happiness, or will their forced bond unravel? "Kismat" is a captivating tale of love, destiny, and the unpredictable journey of life.

"The reason we can't let go of someone is because deep inside, we still have hope." Then, let go. That so-called hope, it's destroying you. "It was us against the world, what happened?" She didn't appreciate the world you were offering her. "We were once so damn happy." Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. It was once there, but not anymore. - - - His heart belongs to someone else. Her heart belongs to him. She wants to be his moonlight in the dark. He... he wants her to be his mistake. **Full Summary Inside**

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes