Aditya Singhania is a ruthless business, feared and admired in corporate world. With power and wealth he could get everything he want Avni Rajput is the perfect contradiction, his enemy and yet his obsession in ways he could never imagine. What happens when they both are bounded in a business marriage? Read to find out....... 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 🔪 (𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕)

Freen is a rich spoiled brat who stalks Rebecca. She is in love with Rebecca . While Rebecca doesnt even know that Freen exists. Freen can do anything to make Rebecca hers. ⚠️ This story is pure fiction and is not related to any of the characters' real life. ⚠️

Bangkok buzzes under the evening sky—street food sizzles, neon lights hum, and the river shimmers like spilled stars. In a cozy alley, Moonlit Antiques glows, its shelves packed with dusty vases and ticking clocks. A milk tea counter in the corner fills the air with sweet jasmine. Freen Sarocha, the Alpha queen, leans against it, her leather jacket scuffed, a smirk on her face. Her cedar-and-storm scent says power, but she’s all easy charm, laughing off tales of soulmates.“Glowing symbols? Total nonsense,” Freen mutters, wiping a glass. “Just stories.” The door’s bell jingles, and Heidi slinks in, her red dress tight, her Omega scent—sickly sweet peaches—hitting hard. She leans close, smiling like a cat.“Hey, Freen,” Heidi purrs, fingers grazing a jade statue. “Ever think about soulmates? Someone… meant for you?” Freen snorts, pushing a stray hair back. “Heidi, that’s kid stuff. No glow, no fate. Just me and my tea.” Heidi’s eyes flash, but she laughs. “Stubborn Alpha. Bet the right Omega changes your mind.” She slides a scented candle over. “For you. Smells like destiny.” Freen slides it back, grinning. “Shop smells fine. Try that line somewhere else.” Heidi saunters out, tossing over her shoulder, “You’ll see, Freen. Destiny’s coming.” Freen shakes her head, grabbing a broom.Then the bell rings again, and sunlight walks in. Becky Armstrong, all bright eyes and bouncy steps, her Omega scent—jasmine and warmth—cutting through the dust. Her shorts and tee are casual, her smile pure fire.“P’Freen! Milk tea, extra sweet!” Becky calls, hopping to the counter.Freen grins, pouring the golden tea, ice clinking. “Kid, you’ll ruin your teeth. Same order, huh?” “I’m almost 21, not a kid!” Becky pouts, then smirks. “Bet you don’t believe in soulmates, right? Grandma says your symbol glows when you meet the one.” Freen laughs, leaning closer. “Glow? I’d eat this counter first. It’s all fake, Becky.” The city pulses, and a crimson moon waits, ready to light the truth.

Becky Armstrong is in love with her co-artist and best friend Freen Sarocha from the very first sight. The unrequited feelings start suffocating her and then she meets a new friend, an artist she has adored for years, LingLing Sirilak Kwong. The new found friendship and solace lifts up Becky's spirits ... But will it last forever?! This is my original story and it is requested to not copy or plagiarize the story without permission.

Since her earliest memories, Rebecca had carried the heavy burden of feeling unwanted and unloved. It was a relentless ache in her heart, a gnawing void she desperately tried to fill with love and attention from those she held dear. She poured her soul into excelling in every aspect of her life, hoping that somehow her achievements would earn her the affection she craved. Yet, despite her efforts, the love she yearned for always seemed just out of reach. "Why is it so hard for them to love me?" she often wondered, her voice barely more than a whisper in the darkness of her own despair. Her journey was a solitary one, marked by countless disappointments and shattered hopes. Each time she dared to hope that she had finally found the love she longed for, life cruelly snatched it away, leaving her feeling more unworthy and unlovable than ever before. It was as though she was fated to wander through life with a heart heavy with longing and rejection, destined to be alone. Just when she had resigned herself to the belief that nobody would ever truly love her, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon. Like a whisper in the night, Freen Sarocha Chankimha entered her world-a woman whose love would defy Rebecca's deepest beliefs about herself. In this tale of heartache and redemption, follow Rebecca as she embarks on a journey of learning "How to be loved". Will Freen win her heart, breaking through the walls she has built around herself? And will Rebecca finally come to believe that she is deserving of love, despite the scars of her past? Join them as they navigate through the trials of love and self-discovery.

Rebecca's last memory of her young love was at the airport. It has been five years since that day and she has yet to forgive her Mother or Freen, one for abandoning her and the other for breaking her heart. Due to unforeseen circumstances, Rebecca returns to Thailand to work in Wang's Industries (Chinese Thailand company), interning as a Management Trainee program and meets the person that had broken her heart in to a million pieces. Problem 1: Forgive and forget? Or Forgive and get back together? Or don't forgive and never forget Problem 2: How to work professionally with your ex? Problem 3: Rebecca is suppose to be a man! Note: Please read When I met you part 1 before this, it will give you more context

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, a homophobic bitch. 26 years old. She owns various businesses. What she hate most is gays , lesbians and cheating . A gorgeous woman and a body to fantasize about. It's been a while since Nita broke up with her. Becky Armstrong , a drop dead gorgeous teacher. 22years old. Teaching is really her hobby even though her family is in line in the fashion industry. In return, she invested her money in a clothing business and it already had numerous branches all over the world. The intersex. How can a teacher turn a homophobic bitch around? Read and enjoy

"Mine" I whispered "Yours" she replied >Troops< >>Grumpy × sunshine >>Arranged marriage >>Joint family >> Fluff >>Smut

The spotlight shone brightly on Becky Armstrong, illuminating her stunning features as she walked the red carpet. She was the star of the night, her latest film having just premiered to a packed audience. Becky's heart was racing with excitement as she posed for photos and answered questions from the media. She had worked tirelessly to get to this point, and it felt amazing to have her hard work recognized. But amidst all the glamour and glory, Becky's mind kept wandering to someone she couldn't have. Nop, the handsome and charming businessman who had captured her heart. They had been secretly dating for months, but Nop's family obligations and upcoming mayoral election made it impossible for them to go public. Becky sighed inwardly, pushing aside her thoughts of Nop. She had to focus on her career and enjoy this moment. But as she smiled for the cameras, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. Little did Becky know, her life was about to take a dramatic turn. One that would lead her to a chance encounter with a beautiful and talented young woman named Freen, and change the course of her life forever. it is a adapted fanfiction of Freen and Becky and I do not own the story!