The lecture continued, but her mind wasn't at peace. No matter how much she tried to ignore them, their presence alone was enough to make her feel caged. she focused harder, forcing herself to copy the notes, letter by letter, word by word, until something landed on her desk. A small, crumpled piece of paper. Her fingers hovered over it, hesitating. Every instinct screamed at her to leave it untouched, to pretend she hadn't seen it. But curiosity, foolish and reckless, got the better of her, slowly, she unfolded it. "You forgot to fold your hands in prayer too. Be careful, Little Temple Girl. Some Gods here demand a different kind of devotion." Her breath hitched. The handwriting was precise, sharp, elegant, almost too perfect. She didn't need to turn around to know who had sent it. A low chuckled from behind confirmed it. Advait. -------- Purnima Sharma X Advait Raisinghania Vedika Mishra X Neil kapadia

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

"He didn't hide her from the world. He hid the world from her" 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 She believes in love. He believes in control. She thought she was writing a new story from the beginning. But this story? It was always his. Start:- 25 Jan 2026 End:-

"I..I just came to get my phone" I fumbled with my words, my voice small and uncertain in the face of his towering presence. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, feeling like a child about to be scolded. He raised one eyebrow "Your phone?" "Yes my phone" He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And why do you think that I will give your phone back to you" he asked, his tone still sharp. "Because that phone belongs to me. Her owner and that's me" I said lifting my head up to see him. He looked down at me, his eyes locking with mine. And then I noticed something which I shouldn't-the bump on his head which was because of me. But it doesn't suit him because his face is so long and a small bump doesn't suit him but it looks funny and I couldn't control my laugh so I laughed. Hehehehee! He noticed my chuckle and his eyes flashed with anger. "Bahut hassi aa rhi hai na" he snapped, his jaw clenching as he took a step towards me. And me? Well I like to dig my own grave. Yaa I'm still laughing like heheheh taking a step back. He stepped even closer, towering over me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him. His presence was imposing, and his eyes held no trace of humour or warmth. "You think it's funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making me stop mid-laugh. I swallowed thickly, suddenly realising the gravity of the situation. His expression was stern, his eyes boring into mine with a mixture of anger and intensity. "N..no," I muttered, taking another step back. My back hit railing behind me trapping me in. He took another step closer, closing the distance between us. I was effectively trapped between the railing and him, with no escape route. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥ Troupes- - she fell first, he fell harder -onesided love -enemies to lovers -mother's best friend son -slow burn romance

A MULTI COUPLE STORY- The Chauhans - a name that echoes power, pride, and perfection. Four brothers, bound by blood and brotherhood, rule THE REIGNS, an empire built on grit and loyalty. Together, they're untouchable - feared in business, respected in society, unbreakable as a unit. But what happens when love dares to enter their world? Behind every controlled smile and calculated move lies a heart carrying its own scars - A love that wasn't returned. A truth that came too late. A betrayal that cut too deep. A silence that said too much. As destinies intertwine with four women meant to challenge their fate, love brings not healing, but chaos. Miseries unfold, trust shatters, and hearts bleed - all in a war between emotions and ego. And yet, even broken... love refuses to surrender. Because love doesn't ask for permission... And when kings fall, they take the world down with them. This isn't just a love story. It's a war of emotions. And in the end, only one thing is certain- When a Chauhan loves, he loves until the end... or destruction. A Tale power, passion, pain and love ....

"I love you Trimaan.So much" i mumble against his chest. I wait to hear the same from his mouth. He doesn't reply. A tear rolls down my cheek not hearing anything from him. Suddenly I feel his pad of thumb against my cheek wiping the tear. He holds my chin making me look up at him. His eyes soften. And the next thing i know, he crashes his lips on mine and kisses me hard. I understood the answer. He doesn't need to say. I smile between the kiss. _______________ "I told you not to get close to him. Then why f*ck did you sit with him in the canteen?" He says gritting his teeth as tightens his hold on my throat. "Strip" he orders, loosening his hold on my throat making me gasp for air. I do as he says. I'm standing naked in front of him while he stood all clothed. His fingers soon find my nipples, he pinches them hard making me feel pain and pleasure. "Ready for punishment 𝑨ş𝒌ı𝒎? I nod closing my eyes as his hands torture my nipples. ________________ I must've heard it wrong. He loves me. He does. He tol- He never said. He never replied whenever i told him that I loved him. Realisation hits me hard. Why? Why.... I'm such a fool. __________________ "I hate you. You destroyed me Trimaan. Fear karma. What if one day it will destroy you?" I shout as tears blur my vision. "God, look at you. Why would you even in the first place think that he'll love a girl like you? Poor and snobbish. Specially an orphan?" Anvit says laughing. I look at trimman only to see his smile grew wider at anvit's remark. "Mujhse maafi ki bheek maange ka sochna bhi mat future mein" i mumble loud enough for the people that stood infront of me. (Don't even think to beg for forgiveness from me in the future)

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Sia Mathur has spent her whole life running-from danger, from betrayal, from the past that refuses to stop hunting her. Adhiraj Chakravarthy has spent his whole life searching-for truth, for justice, and, after a brutal heartbreak, for a reason to trust again. His past lover's betrayal shattered something inside him, leaving behind a vow carved in stone: never fall in love again. Never lose control. Never give someone that power. But fate doesn't care about vows. When Adhiraj and Sia collide, the impact is sharp, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. She hides behind fierce strength, her wounds buried deep. He hides behind cold walls, refusing to let another heartbreak destroy him. Yet somehow, their scars recognize each other-pulling them closer, even when they both try to pull away. As danger tightens around Sia, threatening to expose everything she's running from, Adhiraj becomes the only person standing between her and destruction. And when Sia's fear meets Adhiraj's refusal to love again, the connection between them becomes a battlefield neither expected. This is a story of two broken souls-one running from the world, and one running from love-finding each other in the ruins of their pasts... and discovering that sometimes the heart protects itself by choosing the very person it was never supposed to.

Aira Verma, 19. Soft-hearted, quiet, and used to surviving in silence. Life never handed her comfort-only responsibilities. When she moves into the opulent Rathore Mansion with her mother, who works there as a maid, Aira begins helping too-never expecting her life to shift. But then comes an unexpected offer-a place at one of the most elite colleges in the city. A new beginning. Or so she thinks. Rihaan Rathore, 22. Feared. Desired. Untouchable. With a heart colder than ice and a reputation darker than sin, Rihaan doesn't do attachments-and he's never taken interest in any girl. Ever. The heir to a ruthless empire, he controls everything... until her. The maid's daughter. The girl with quiet defiance in her eyes and softness in her soul that makes him burn. They weren't meant to collide. A maid's daughter and a billionaire's heir-forbidden, impossible. But when Aira enters his college and his world, lines blur and limits shatter. Because once Rihaan lays eyes on her, there's no going back. She becomes his obsession. His addiction. His madness. And he'll tear the world apart just to keep her- even if it means breaking her in the process She fell first. He fell harder and harder. And now she belongs to him. ✦ Tropes: ▫️Maid × Billionaire heir ▫️She fell first and he fell hardest ▫️Rich bad boy × poor girl ▫️College romance ▫️Possessive / obsessive male lead ▫️Forced proximity (same house) ▫️Innocent girl × emotionally damaged boy ▫️Dark, steamy, emotional love ▫️Forbidden romance ▫️"No one touches her but me" energy ▫️Touch her and die