Warning: Cutest rom-com ahead. The male lead is a dangerously charming, narcissistic kamina you will ever find. Reader discretion advised. Prem Khatri, the quintessential berozgar (unemployed), juggles two main occupations- a part-time job searching for real employment and a full-time job enduring his parents' incessant taunts. Money is his obsession. He worships money, dreams of money, and lives for money. Unfortunately for him, money despises him and always stays out of reach. Prem knows there are two ways to earn money- through hard work or by being a money-digger. Naturally, he opts for the latter. Why? Because it's easier and he's smart as fuck. So, when a wealthy lady suddenly crashes into his life like a storm, he does what any self-respecting money-digger would do. He wife her up. But soon, Prem realizes that along with money issues, he now has Biwi issues too. As if that weren't enough to make his life hell, he also has to deal with a miniature version of his wife, a little girl he despises to the core but who has him wrapped around her little finger, much to his dismay. Embark on the rollercoaster journey of Prem Khatri- the opportunistic money digger; Radhika Arora- the formidable boss; and Pari Arora- the mischievous little troublemaker. ***

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

- A soft romance book with divine presence! Rich Man? Well it's Weaver x Princess trope. Shri Krishna giving the main character energy vibes and hears the prayers even if it's from Girl in white or a tarnished name. ˙ . ꒷ 🦚 . 𖦹˙- 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 - 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓.

"But dadi, why is he crying in this picture?" She asked. "Teri hi vajah se!" Shilpa laughed. "Hein?" She looked confused. "Bachpan me when he used to ask you 'Srisha will you marry me?' Tu hamesha na bool deti thi. Or ye rone lagta tha." Shilpa narrated and everyone sitting in the hall laughed while Raghav's face turned red, he stood up and left the scenario. ___________________________________ Outside, in the garden Raghav stood back facing Srisha, she smiled softly and took a few steps near him, with a soft voice she said, "To hone wale pati dev, will you marry me?" She asked. Hearing her voice, he turned slowly, his face held no expression, "Srisha, bacche nahi hai hum, can you stop this?" Her face fell just slightly, but she smiled even more, "Ji bilkul nahi. You were the one who wanted to marry me since childhood! Now you can't back off ha!!" She said, her one hand going up in the air as she spoke, while the other on her hips.

|NOT AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE STORY| Reyansh Raichand☆ I don't like nuisance, but she can be an exception~ A handsome-looking, powerful CEO who also happens to be Mr. Perfect & untouchable. His piercing gaze can make anyone utter their worst lies and mistakes. He had lived his life peacefully away from women and relationships in general until the storm arrived. And once he has set his eyes on her, he won't stop until she's his. Aarohi Sharma☆ Have I ever gone a day without embarrassing myself? Probably not!~ A mischievous and naughty personality that can be sweet but dangerous if not handled properly. She has got all the things she ever asked for. But a sweet personality might get us hurt eventually. But who knew she could be a bad bitch if required? With a carefree person like her and a perfectionist like him, their story will be spicy and interesting. Want to know more? Then just start reading already! ✷☆✿☆✷ Tropes▪︎ Age gap Grumpy×Sunshine Calm×Daramatic He fell First and harder Office romance MENTION OF BTS IF THATS SOMETHING WHICH TRIGGERS YOU There is no misunderstanding, no dumb female lead and no second lead syndrome. Contains 18+ scenes THIS IS A STANDALONE BOOK Started: 9 Feb 2023 Ended :5 Jan 2024 BOOK 1 (THIS IS A BRAINROT BOOK MEANT TO MAKE YOU LAUGH AND CRINGE)

|Completed On Scrollstack| Kainaat Sharma was finally settling into Trinity, making peace with its air of power and deception. For the first time, she felt like she belonged-like she had carved a place for herself amidst the chaos. But beneath the illusion of control, the strings had always been pulled by someone else. The game was already in motion long before she stepped onto the board, and she soon realised she was nothing more than a pawn. But Kainaat is done being a piece in someone else's hands. With every secret she uncovers, the shadows around her grow darker. Loyalties crumble. Truths shatter. And the past refuses to stay buried. The deeper she digs, the closer she comes to the one secret that changes everything. And just when she thinks she's found her silver lining, she realizes it's only a key to another secret. A secret immersed deep in blood. A secret so lethal, it made her question her entire life.

Important Note: This book is a sequel to Phobia and cannot be read as a stand alone. "Look at my wife, pretending she is single." "I'm not your wife!" She snarled. Rehan chuckled darkly and stepped forward, caging her against the wall, blasé to the party happening out in the hall. "Step back." "Make me," he leaned in, his dark grey eyes hooded with unquenched lust. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Do it." He dared. "With my name." A chilling smirk appeared on his face. She scoffed. "You're impossible." Rehan's eyes softened. "Not for you, Mea. Not for you." ------ When Valerius Siciliano, the infamous Tempter of Mafia fell in love, not as Valerius, but as Rehan Malik, the past he had tried to hide, let go of and bury six feet under, crawled back from dead, and caught him in the labyrinth of his own lies. He has lost her. His salvation, the only good in his life, no matter how bad she was for him. She promised she will never let him go, she broke it. Probably, she forgot. How bad, he did not. And he'll make sure she remembers it too. He is not something you can forget, he is a breathing calamity, a destruction, an incurable addiction. He needs her back. His Mea. She belongs to him. And hell will freeze over before he gives up on her.

Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.