#2 in fanfiction🏅 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 '𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣' Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Korea's most dangerous underboss. She was never meant to matter. Just a name on a contract, a necessary alliance. Jeon Jungkook doesn't want a wife. Especially not a Kim's princess. He wanted control, power, and the space to build his tech empire while serving as underboss of Bangtan. He lives in the shadows, haunted by a dark past and darker alter ego. Marriage was meant to be a business move. Nothing more. Kim Y/n wasn't what he expected. A Kim princess and tech heiress, she should have been spoiled, shallow, and silent. Instead, she's warm, bright, and fearless-a woman who paints fairytales and sees the good in even the darkest hearts. She unsettles him. She softens him. She sees the monster inside him... and loves him anyway. When the sweet, bookish girl dares to love the monster inside him, everything fractures. Now he's torn between the war he was raised for... And the light he was never meant to touch. He'll protect her. Love her. Worship her. And if the world tries to take her...he'll burn it to the ground. •┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈•

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Let's dive into a new romance saga ✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿ 𓆩 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓆪 Just like his name-fearless, fierce, and impossible to ignore. A 30-year-old dangerously handsome CEO and the reigning king of Rajasthan, life's cruel twists have transformed him from an ordinary boy into an arrogant, egoistic man who trusts no one. Love? That's a luxury he believes he can't afford-or even feel. But destiny has other plans. She enters his life like a storm wrapped in sunshine, and nothing stays the same. "He saw her before he saw anything else in the room." ♡ "He fell first. And even harder." ✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿ ✧ 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 ✧ Just like her name-symbolizing the first ray of morning sunlight-she represents hope, warmth, and a fresh beginning. A 22-year-old spirited teacher, Aarushi is beloved by her family. She doesn't only crave love; she desires respect, maturity, and peace in a relationship. However, her simple dreams are soon entangled in a fate that brings her face-to-face with a past her family tried to leave behind. "Why him? Because even after my mood swings, unreasonable demands, and late-night meltdowns..he never gave up on me." ༶•┈ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 ┈•༶ What starts with silence, hatred, and an unwanted marriage slowly unfolds into a story filled with: ➺ Tension, healing, longing, and trust. ➺ Cute fights, jealous glances, stolen moments, and soft confessions. But between the chaos and calm, the pain and peace-will love be enough? ☾ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ☽ #Grumpy×Sunshine #AgeGap #WhippedML #DesiRomance #ForcedMarriage #LoveHate #PossessiveML

''Zidd ho tum is dil ki khawaish ho in nighao ki kese batau ki koi raasta nahi maanzil ho tum meri chahat ki '' AASHIVIK SINGH RATHORE A name that screams power, dominance, and cruelty. A white-collar businessman in the day and a drug mafia lord at the night. He doesn't believe in love and for him, it's just a waste of time until she came and took his breath away. ''Just say anything Chandani I will bring everything to your feet but don't ever try to leave me'' ''It is it that bad that I want you all for myself...your love, your smile everything that belongs to you'' CHANDANI MITTAL Just like her name she is the epitome of beauty that shines when everything is dark. A simple and fun-loving 20-year-old college girl living her life until one day a race lead her to a mysterious man and she caught his attention all for himself. ''I am tired of all this, I dont think I will be able to adjust in your mafia world'' '' I am all yours just love me the way you want" All she wants is a simple life but when the boss of mafias fell for her will she is able to lead a simple life or will she accept his? When all his rivals want her dead will he be able to protect his moon? Everything looks simple but what will happen when destiny will test their love? © All Rights Reserved

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

"You stop worrying about your sister and worry about yourself. You have said that today is my marriage but I have made a slight change in it." he said with menacing smirk playing on his face. "What change" she asked as she was not getting good vibes from him. "It is true that today I am getting married but not with Mahi but with you." He stated like it's not a big deal that he swapped the brides. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She stared at him without blinking her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to believe what he just had said. She asked him in her trembling voice "W...What d...did y...you s....say?" He leaned on her face dangerously close "I said that you will marry me today and in the same mandap (pavilion). Before you refuse me, let me tell you that your sister and your family's life is in my hands if you try do something. If you try to refuse marriage or try to tell anyone about this then your sister will be the first person whose life I will smash. It will be better for you not to waste my and your time, wear wedding lehenga quietly and come to the mandap. go and get ready. yes, one more thing you must remember that no one should see your face till we get married so that the marriage can be done smoothly. I don't want any drama before marriage." She was silently listening to him as she was too numb to react. She couldn't even think of marrying a person like him. How could she marry a person whom she couldn't even talk to properly?? "How can I marry you?" his eyebrows raised in anger hearing her question. He took out his phone to call someone and ordered staring deep into her eyes making her heart sink in fear and dread "kill Mahi." She kneeled down joining her hands infront of him and begged him crying historically "Please don't do this". He raised his one eyebrow in questioning manner and asked her "So will you marry me?" She didn't say anything. Seeing Her silent, He told the man again "Kill her." "Yes, I will marry you."

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 '𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ... "Why can't you handle the truth? The real truth is, you're not a man enough, Arjun!" That was all Siya had to say. Arjun roughly picked her up, carried her out of the bathroom, and threw her onto the bed. Siya was taken aback but didn't let fear show. Arjun hovered over her, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "Now I'll show you how much of a man I am." He said, smashing his lips against hers in a forceful kiss. Siya tried to push him away, but Arjun pinned both of her hands with one hand and held her cheeks with the other. He parted her lips and continued to kiss her aggressively, biting and nibbling at her lips with intense fury. "Arjun, let me go! Leave me, you bastard, you fucker, leave me!" She screamed, but Arjun ignored her pleas, kissing her with fierce determination. She lost track of time, feeling as though she might suffocate. Finally, he pulled away, and she gasped for air. Before she could process what was happening, Arjun tore her dress in one swift motion and threw it aside. Siya was completely shocked, but when she realized she was left only in her underwear, she quickly tried to cover herself, but Arjun didn't give her a chance. He locked her hands again and began attacking her neck with frenzied aggression, biting and sucking, breaking the skin and drawing blood. "Arjun, please let me go! What are you doing? Arjun, let me go!" Siya cried out in excruciating pain. Her cries made Arjun come to his senses. He released her, and Siya seized the moment to push him away and sit up. Seeing her in such a state, Arjun became aware of what he had almost done. Before he could speak, Siya slapped him so hard that the sound reverberated through the room. REVENGE IN LOVE by~ @Tales_of_the_lovee🦋

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.