A billionaire's 💍passionate romance Viaansh singh Rajvansh - He is CEO of Rajvansh industries, An introvert. He can't tolerate any wrong thing ,kind ,caring , can do anything for his family and passionate about his career . He is richest person of rajasthan . Love ! He never believed in it until he saw her..... Shreya Goyal - A girl introvert but outspoken and don't tolerate disrespect. completed business management and now she is joining her brother's company after graduation . Her family is loving but a little conservative. Her life changes unknowingly after meeting him. Come together and see how they will find love in this journey ... #disclaimer English is not my first language Feel free to comment your opinions Its my first story please be kind and respectful 🙏

"𝑷𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆" 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔. *𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆. 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈? 𝒜𝓋𝓎𝓊𝓀𝓉 𝓍 𝒜𝒶𝒹𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾 Dive into the story to know about the hate to love story of Aadhavi and Avyukt.♡

"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)

"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Kyra Rajvanshi, a sweet soul who has a love of writing, is a literature major in the city of Delhi. She lives with her two siblings and the rest of the Rajvanshi family. Her life is carefree, independent, and joy-filled, until the series of her brother's wedding pulls her into a cast of love. But unaware that she will need to play Cupid, watch as Kyra goes through the trouble to unravel not only her own but also her friend's love stories. Who is the man Kyra falls for? Will Kyra end up with the boy she fell so deeply in love with? Will her friends find a way to their soulmates? How will Kyra face the difficulties of the tasks of being Cupid? And most importantly, will everyone have a happy ending? Step into the Whispers of Eternity to find out ( English Translation Available )

In the shadow of the city of the grandeur, within the crumbling walls of a haveli ,Tanisha used to endure the taunts of her wicked step mother and sisters. She only had a bestfriend named whom she used to share all her sorrow pain and happiness ... Dhruv rathore is the merciless and heartless King of jaipur who was soft towards his family and closed ones. Marriage is a beautiful union where two individuals embark on a journey together, sharing love, support, and companionship. It's a celebration of commitment and understanding. On this lovely occasion of marriage Dhruv and Tanisha meet in the heart of Jaipur,where the desert winds whisper secrets and the place echo the ghost of the past.. One glance and the fireworks happens Just one glance and he is head over heels for her ..... Will he be able to provide enough love to her ?? Will he be able to fight with her inner demons? Will he be able to comfort her? What will happen when they both encounter each other.....amidst the chaos and the mystery of the past

♡Book one in Destiny series♡ **If you are interested in cute and romantic story line then this is the exact story** (English Translation available) ************** "Meri aanko me hi dekhiye , Acha lagta hai " My heart skipped a beat over his words and a smile made its way over my lips . Is he flirting with me? No. I don't think so . Why will he do that. And how should I tell him that I can't keep looking into eyes because of the way he looks at me. "Kyu?" I asked in a low voice looking at him. He smiled at my question and then replied. "Kyuki aap toh jyada baate nhi karti , par aapki aankhe bahut kuch keh jaati hai" I didn't know what to say to him over his words because it made me speechless. I somehow gathered courage and asked while trying not to shutter. "T...toh ab kya keh rahi .hai.yeh aapse?" My voice was low and it sounded like a whisper . His smile widened when I asked that and he acted as if he is thinking something and then he replied. "Shyad yeh keh rahi hai ki ...." And with that he leaned over my ear and whispered in my ear . "Aapko meri karibi ab bhaane lagi hai" ✿✿✿✿✿✿ Tropes •Grumpy& Sunshine •Slowburn Romance •Age Gap •Possessive ML •Introvert and Shy FL •love at first sight •Substitute Bride

Losing all of their hope in love is not an easy task. It takes blow after blow on your beliefs to lose it all. But what if someone hasn't even experienced love before? Would they still have even a tiny bit of hope in love? Well, at least Shreya Roy doesn't have any. But, even with no hope in love she still tries to live her life to the fullest and stay as happy as possible. But what will happen when life makes her cross paths with someone who will change everything in her life, and I mean everything? Viraaj Singh Shekhawat is a name enough to make the people around him shiver, a person who is cold, distant, and unlovable according to everyone. But he's not mean. His family is everything for him. Will these two equally fucked-up souls be able to find solace in each other? Will they be able to become each other's LAST SOLACE? To know about it, HAPPY READING ;) ;)

𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉. 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈, soft like monsoon rain - gentle but impossible to ignore. Graceful in her silence, resilient in her softness. Her smile blooms like dawn, even with a heart stitched from storms. She speaks in warmth, forgives like fireflies forgive the night, and still dares to believe in love. Anvesha is poetry in motion - fragile only in appearance, fierce in the soul. She is the kind of calm that heals what noise cannot. 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 , a quiet storm - composed, unreadable, with eyes that echo unspoken wars. Strength cloaks him like shadows at dusk, calm but never cold. His love isn't loud, but once given, it consumes - fierce and unwavering. He walks like a man carved from silence, yet his presence roars. Beneath the sharp edges lies a soul that once burned for love, still smoldering, still waiting to be seen again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were never written in the same sentence, yet destiny kept placing commas where it could've ended. He was silence wrapped in steel; she was softness stitched with storms. And somewhere between broken hearts and borrowed time, they found a kind of love that didn't arrive loudly- it lingered like a secret prayer, echoed like a familiar song, and stayed like a home neither of them knew they were searching for. But not every love story is written in ink. Some are carved in scars. And theirs? The world will have to bleed a little to read it. Join the journey of Anvesha and Rudraansh in my book, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝!

⋆𐔌𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤.ᐟ ₊ ꒱ For those who love, ❝she wanted to be someone's khawaish and not someone's need... unknown of the fact she was his everything❞ Kind of trope. ★ ────── · · ⋆.𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 -A simple middle-class girl, with a heart as pure as chasni and a tongue sharp as a scissor. She believed she had failed in everything she ever tried-whether it was friendship, being the perfect student, the ideal daughter, or winning the love of her crush. At just an 11th grader, she was already earning for her family by teaching younger kids. Balancing studies, responsibilities, and her own silent battles wasn't easy, yet she kept fighting. She was a - "Chahun mai ya na" girl. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ───── 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ˙⋆. -Everyone saw him as nothing more than a rich, spoiled kid. But beneath those expensive jackets and that mask of a teasing smile, he carried scars he believed would never heal. What he craved wasn't wealth or admiration, but something far simpler - attention and love, feelings he had never truly known. He didn't long to be loved; he longed to feel loved. He was a - "tu jane na" boy. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧ She didn't buy her important biology notes cause she wanted to gift him something he can treasure forever on their last day. Unknown of how he didn't sleep for two months so that he can write all the notes for her, knowing how she never took things bought from someone else's money. "tumhe to sitare pasand nahi the..." she said teasingly, while sitting beside him. "tumse nahi mila tha kabhi" He replied staring in her eyes, hoping to see her smile she did.

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."