- 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✶

This is the first story written by me .I really hope that you all would love the story and the characters. She was about to exit the hall when a strong and firm hand held her wrist making her gasp.."wh-what.....are you doing?.... "Shhh .......babygirl let me worship what's mine! And with one swift motion he picked her up in her arms and exited the empty hall. AndreasxAashvi 🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️ "Basically you are younger and I am elder than you, how about you call me 'big sis' " She said while shuffling the cards. "How about I call you.....mamacita"! He replied with a smirk knowing mamacita was one thing, what she is going to call him will be more fun. RoccoxRadhika 🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️ "Where are you going?....",he asked with the jealousy rising within him. It has been two hours since he last talked to her and yet she is still doing the dance rehearsal with her dance partner. He was trying his best to control himself as he cannot..yet.. try to do something which will bring distance between him and her. But it now it was beyond care for him all he could see was her dancing with someone who is not him. "To the stage it'll be over in ten minutes..." he cut her off in between picking her up and said,"Now I'll show you the real performance.!! AdhiritxAadhya 🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️🔹️ "I-l need to..hide",she said while taking heavy breaths there is no way he will stop chasing her after her deadliest performance with her 'not so good' male friend. "He cannot find me here.." "Wrong darling, I found you"! He said leaning against the wall with hands in pocket and a smirk playing on his lips ,"kyu meri samne performance nhi dogi"?... Leaving her in pure shock and a racing heart VeeranshxAarohi

Dedication For the girls who dream of being hunted, claimed, and broken in silk sheets. Who want hands around their throat, kisses like sins, and a man who'd destroy the world just to taste what's his. This isn't a love story. It's a surrender.

"I can't marry you, Sir. This is not the way I want to be tied down into married life." She whispers, her voice trembling under the weight of her own breaking world. Her eyes are swollen with tears, her soul frayed at the edges. "But I don't think you have any other option left rather than accepting the contract. So, just agree with my decision or believe me, you won't like the consequences." He replies coldly, every word cutting deeper than the last. There is no remorse in his voice. No softness in his eyes. Just control. Just a warning. . . . He is not just her professor. He is a feared business mogul as well, known for his ruthless decisions and lack of mercy. She is a single mother, desperately trying to protect her son and survive the past she thought she had buried long ago. But when he uncovers her deepest, most dangerous secret, one that could destroy her life in a heartbeat: he doesn't give her the chance to explain. He gives her a choice: marry him under the terms of a cold, emotionless contract... or watch her world collapse. Bound by fear. Tied by power. A marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal. But what happens when a lifeless contract begins to stir emotions neither of them asked for? When buried scars surface... And when the lines between right and wrong blur inside the walls of a forced relationship? This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of control, consequences, and finding strength in the very place she was meant to break.

𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂, 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ｡☆✼★━━━━━ She loved him when she didn't even know what love was. He loved her when she had already stopped believing in it. And in the end, they both broke-loving each other at all the wrong times ╰┈⫸𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 Tropes:- Age gap She fell first but he fell harder Secret marriage ☆✼★ He never cared about the centuries-old rivalry between their families- the only thing that ever mattered to him was her. She believed no one would ever truly care for her until he looked at her like she was the only thing that did. ╰┈⫸ 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Childhood love Office Romance He fell first and harder ☆✼★ He thought she was just messing around-never serious, never sincere. To him, her laughter was a mask, her words just a game. But he never saw the heartbreak hidden in her silence. She walked away when he didn't fight for her. And only after losing her, he realised she was never playing. She was the only real thing he ever had. ╰┈⫸𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Grumpy x sunshine Replaced groom Mmc grovelling ☆✼★ All his victories, every achievement-he dedicated them to her. Little did he know, she showed up in every crowd, silently cheering for him, just for him. They never realized how much they meant to each other- until distance made them feel the emptiness they used to fill in each other's lives. ╰┈⫸𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Marriage on Gunpoint Forced proximity 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- 2/June/2025 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝-

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Meet Aarav Singhania, the most famous bachelor of Royal Mumbai University. Charismatic and effortlessly stylish, he's the kind of guy who turns heads the moment he walks into a room. As much as he loves to lead his Cricket team, he also loves to be in spotlights all the time. He loves everyone but........her. Meet Aarohi Sharma, the rising singer. She is kind, hustler and heiress to a large empire. With a voice that blends soul, power, and raw emotion, Aarohi lives and breathes music, performing at campus events, exclusive lounges, and even charity galas. She loves everyone but........him.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. Bound by blood. Broken by fate. In a world of shadows and crime, their war was written in fire and love was the deadliest sin of all.

He was the country's rising cricket star-loved, celebrated, untouchable. I was just another face in the crowd, one fan among thousands who screamed his name. But in a single glance, under the blinding stadium lights, something shifted. He caught my eyes-and I caught his heart. Between roaring crowds and silent nights, between fame and fear, he chose me. But what happens when the world discovers that the nation's golden boy has fallen for an ordinary girl? Because in cricket, every catch counts. And this time... I might just be his 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. --- They call me the nation's golden boy. Every run I score, every match I win, is celebrated like a festival. Millions cheer for me- but at the end of the day, I'm just another boy standing alone in the middle of a crowded stadium. And then I saw her. One face, hidden in thousands. One pair of eyes that didn't look at me like I was a hero, but like I was simply... me. She was never supposed to matter. She was just a fan. But the truth? The moment our eyes met, I knew the game had already changed. Because this time, I wasn't playing for the crowd. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.