" arey aap ayse kase bath kar sakte ho , inse lo mein paise deti hu " she while giving 20 rupees note to bus conductor . " arey aap yaha bhi , chalo accha bhik mange se toh accha " she said while patting his arm " I want her every information till tomorrow at anyhow or you will see worst side " he said to his man " kon ho tum , kha chali gayi , achanak se aye aur acchanak se chali gayi " he said while closing his eyes . meet our female lead Miss mishti Shukla " height pe nahi Jane ka , bhout tej hai mera dimag " misthi a naughty, bubbly , cute girl whose age is 22 year she is venue disiner her height 5 feet 1 inch according her age her height is less everyone call her' jojo ' and this also match her personality . Meet our male lead Rana Raghuveer Pratap Singh. " I looked handsome and quite but It better if you never look at My valiant side " Raghuveer is ceo of Partap industry and king of Rajasthan , he looked very charming but he is most dengerous man , he kill anyone he never bent in front of anyone not even his mother or father but he bent for one women who gain her attention . what will happen when a sweet girl collide again and again with a man , who is rich but she thought he middle class what will happen when she will know truth of his . read my story for more information, thank you lilyrose

Hi guys , this is a fictional story, completely based on my imagination.. and the trope is professor x student, its a bl and a gay love story so please leave if you are uncomfortable with this concept... Thank you ❤️❤️

AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE LOVE STORY.

In class you will call me proffeser. In private you'll call me daddy. Dr. Arjun Malhotra was the kind of man mother's warned their daughter about- too handsome, too powerful, too dangerous. To the world , he was respected professor. But behind the mask, he was Mumbai's most feared Mafia king. And me? I was just Ananya Sharma, the innocent girl who made the mistake of catching his eyes. His gaze burned through me in lectures, His voice made my heart race. His touch.....ruined me. I should have run. I should have resisted. But when the devil himself decides you're his obsession, escape isn't an option. Proffeser by day. Mafia king by night. My forbidden sin.

Book 1 of 'Royally Arranged Hearts' Series Ranawats are considered as the most powerful family because of the positions they uphold. They are the number 1 businessmen of the country and are very famous worldwide. They are involved in the underworld. Third and the most important one is they are from the royal family of Jaipur. Shivaay Singh Ranawat would be king and the CEO of the company that holds a huge respect worldwide. He is very cold and merciless. He never thought of getting married but his fate brings him closer to a beautiful girl. Niharika Verma a girl who is studying to become a cardiologist and to become a successful and independent person who would not rely on others for money. She is kind and sensitive. What will happen when these two people who are poles apart will be tied into a sacred bond from where there is no escape. "You will regret marrying me jaan." _Shivaay Singh Ranawat "God loves to see me suffer, it won't hurt if you will also make me suffer I am used to it. " Niharika Shivaay Singh Ranawat She said with her brown colored eyes that showed nothing but only and only pain and he hates to admit but he hated that. How will they pass the ocean of problems? How will they bear each other? How will they love each other? That is a mystery that you need to read if you want to know that.

• 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 Power!!The only thing he always wanted.He is the elder son of Rathore's and the soon to be king of Rajasthan.A man in his late twenties who rules not only Rajasthan but also the business and mafia world.He is known as a 'Ruthless Devil'. • 𝐀𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 A small hazel eye coloured girl.She is the prized possession of her brother who she dearly loved as he is the only family member of her.A girl in his late twenties with an dominating aura but with a beautiful heart and kind nature.She is own as a 'Angel'. She is an art He is her artist. She is broken He is her healer. She never gets love He showered all his love to her. She is an angel He is a devil. Step into the extraordinary journey of Ranvijay and Anvi, two individuals who swore never to marry, yet found themselves bound by fate. Will their opposing worlds clash, or will their union create a harmony neither of them expected? Discover a story of love, power, and redemption where a devil learns to cherish an angel, and an angel discovers the strength of a devil's love.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

Doing a job is fine, but having a bad first impression on your boss outside of the workplace is not fine. By the time Aahira could realise that the one whom she had just trash-talked about her boss to was her boss himself, it was too late. Paperclipped With Her revolves around Aahira Awan (26), a very honest lady and a little too talkative. Everyone she meets likes her, except for the time she clashed with her soon-to-be boss at the signal, Avyan Devan (30); perhaps that was when her charisma faded. Aahira tried her best to keep everything professional, but her boss could not resist the urge to make things too personal, constantly instigating her to fight with him. They clash. They argue. They avoid each other. Why is Avyan still putting up with her when he has the power to lay her off at any time? What makes Aahira decide not to step down? Will they be able to fight their way into sharing a home?

A medical college where friendships bloom, dreams take shape, and rules are meant to be broken! Kritika-a fearless, rebellious troublemaker who believes life is meant to be lived on her own terms. Ayaan-a young, soft-spoken yet strict professor, dedicated to his duty as a doctor and mentor. For Kritika and her group of friends-Aryan, Arjun, Archu, Raghav, and Jenny-third year is all about fun, friendships, and a little mischief. But when Kritika finds herself constantly clashing with Ayaan, the one professor who refuses to tolerate her recklessness, things start to take an unexpected turn. Between classroom debates, stolen glances, and moments that shouldn't mean anything but somehow do-lines begin to blur. In a world where rules matter, will Kritika and Ayaan dare to cross a line that wasn't meant to be crossed? ____________ "Stop it. We're in college. Behave," I warned softly, trying not to melt into him. But he wasn't listening. His fingers slid under the hem of my top, slowly, deliberately, until they touched the bare skin of my lower back. His touch was warm, teasing. "Ayaan!" I breathed, but it came out more like a plea than a warning. "What?" he asked, voice sinfully soft. "You don't want me to give a good speech? Hmm, Kritika?" He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my lips. "I think you want me to fail. That's why you're holding back." My hands clutched the front of his shirt. "I'm not-God, you're insane." "No," he murmured. "I'm just mad about you." #RomCom #enemiestolover #StudentProfessorRomance #MedicalCollege #ForbiddenLove #Friendship #LoveAndChaos

Rudra Pratap Ranawat: ​He is a study in controlled power. Rudra Pratap Ranawat is the undisputed King of Rajasthan, a regal figure whose presence silences murmurs and straightens spines. His lineage is visible in his sharp features and the unyielding set of his jaw. Yet, the crown is only half his story. Under the cloak of night, he is "THE KING OF MAFIA," a powerful, feared, and utterly mysterious figure in the underworld. Rudra struggles profoundly with expressing emotion; his face is a granite mask, making him seem perpetually cold and distant. Only one person can consistently breach his defenses: his Dadu. His bond with his grandfather is the single, crucial thread that links him to humanity, the one thing he will go to any length to protect. He carries the weight of two worlds, and the tension of that double life makes him magnetic and dangerous. ​Meera Singh: ​Meera Singh is more than just kind; she is a study in quiet, almost luminous resilience. Her most striking feature is her eyes-large, warm pools that hold both the innocence of a sheltered soul and the pain of constant slight. She moves with a soft grace, a silent presence around the house, perpetually trying to make herself small and unobtrusive. Yet, when injustice flares, her spine straightens, and a small, internal flame ignites. This isn't anger; it's a fierce, unyielding need for truth and fairness. Her kindness is her shield, and her fierce loyalty is her weapon, making her willing to face any storm for those she cherishes. Highest ranking- 1 in #angerissue 1 in #millionaire 6 in #mafialove 2 in #rajasthani 7 in #fear 3 in #caring 2 in #strongfl 5 in #CEO 1 in #trauma 5 in grumpy×sunshine 3 in #enemiestolover 6 in #obsessed 1 in #darkpast The photographs included in this story are used for illustrative purposes only and were found on Pinterest. I do not claim any ownership of these images, and all credit is respectfully given to the original artists and owners."