"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Hello Readers!!! Here, your author is with another story...♡︎♡︎ . . "𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓?" "𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆.." . . 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝖱𝗎𝗁𝖺𝖺𝗇× 𝖠𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗁𝗂 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌× 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾× 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖢𝖤𝖮×𝖣𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖦𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒×𝖦𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 Brother's bestfriend's brother 𝖠𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾

#BOOK ONE OF DISTRACTION SERIES '𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧' or may be love. She was led astray by him but still she fell more and more madly for him. ✧ I saw a man was brutally stabbing two people one by one on the road. He killed two people in front of my eyes. Seeing this horrifying sight before my eyes, my soul trembled, my body became cold as if I was not alive. There were some men around him, but no one was even trying to stop him. Who is this man and why is he killing them so brutally? And suddenly he stabbed his victim right in the middle of the neck, seeing which I screamed, "Ahhhh!" It was going to prove to be my biggest mistake, he turned his gaze towards me and stood up from his place. He started moving towards me while wielding the knife. It seemed as if I had become frozen, neither was I able to move nor was I able to react. His hands were stained with blood, there were blood stains on his face too. He was slowly taking his steps towards me, but I was not able to even move from my place. I could clearly see my death in his scarier eyes. I understood that within a few moments I too would meet the same fate as those two people. As soon as he reached me, he extended his blood soaked hand towards me, I was scared to death and immediately took a few steps back. He smirked and took as many steps forward. He extended his hand towards me again and said softly in his heavy voice, "Will you marry me?" ✧ The story of two entangled souls, will they be able to sort themselves out or become even more entangled with each other? Arshveer Singh Randhawa × Amber Williams

RUDRANANDI Lets dive into the journey of passionate and Mad love of Rudra and Nandini. Tropes: grumpy-reverse grumpy CEO-DOCTOR obsessive and possessive ml underworld connection mad love touch her you💀 redemption Warning: slowburn story mature content 18+ voilence and abuse(not ml) gramatical mistakes slow updates

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold. 'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' Aayansh Agniwanshi Ishanvi Shekhawat a Criminal Lawyer and the owner of V&A Law firm. The only daughter of her family. 'Love is a symphony of emotions, a melody that plays in the heart and echoes in the soul, creating a harmony that transcends time.' Ishanvi Shekhawat What happened when the two of them who cannot tolerate each other company was forced to bounded with each other? She is sunshine. He is heartless. She is a simple girl. He is a king. She is his healer. He is ruthless. Both heal each other. ______________________ Trope:- • Forced Marriage • Opposite Attraction • Slow Brun • Ceo×Lawyer • Grumpy×Sunshine

It all began when Lil Miss Perfect, always punctual and polished, was about to enjoy her favorite chocolate. Just as she was unwrapping it, her pesky neighbor-snatched it and ate it with a smug grin. That single act sparked a rivalry that would last for ages. From then on, it was prank for prank. Sticky notes on her window? Classic him. Hair Dye in his shampoo? Her perfect revenge. As academic rivals, they were constantly competing in school, and being neighbors only made things worse. Each day brought a new prank and a deeper reason to hate him. Yet, beneath the tricks and competition, there was a tension neither of them could quite explain. And as they say, enemies make the best lovers, but the question is will they?

We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.