Until series - Book one ~ Until the Star Returns He is the bindaas goon with a heart of gold (somewhere under those bruises). She is the simple, middle-class girl with dreams of a quiet life until he comes along with his knuckle bruises and puppy eyes. She falls fast, maybe too fast - but he? He falls harder. One smile from her and this gali ka gunda is ready to fight the world, drop his cigarette, and pick up a rose. It is your full-on desi rom-com tadka-masala, drama, naach-gaana, and dil se romance. Because when a bad boy falls in love with a desi girl, he doesn't hold back he directly brings the whole baraat. A 90s love story wrapped in innocence, simplicity, and heartfelt moments. I was a miser until the stars return in my life ~ Raghav Tropes ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Beauty and the Brawn Slowburn Romance I will burn the world for you Opposite Attracts Grumpy x Sunshine Touch her and die Obsessively Devoted

#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:- - Desi punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - 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.)

It wasn't normal to find yourself weirdly interested in someone for no reason. Not someone you'd only been talking to for a month. And definitely not in the way Aiden was watching Matias like he was studying for a test on his face structure. He wasn't a fucking artist. What was he even doing? Did friends stare like that? ...Were they even friends? "You're a shitty liar," Matias said eventually, his tone casual but definitely laced with amusement. Aiden rolled his eyes so hard he might've sprained something. "Fuck you." "Jeez, Aiden, buy me dinner first."

Anika × Rudra || ONESHOT || They said goodbye, but the words that mattered the most never made it out. They looked at each other the way people do when they know the next time might never come...

❝She was just a game to him...until he lost her forever ❞

She was trapped in a toxic relationship with the underworld's most feared mafia boss-yet she stayed willingly. For one condition. As long as he allowed her to remain close to him, she would endure anything-his orders, his rage, even his cruel punishments. Blinded by an obsession she mistook for love, Ishita lived in his shadow, bound to his world, and chained to his name. But what happens when Sidharth, the 27-year-old ruler of the underground, discovers the truth she has been hiding... the secret that could shatter everything? Will he keep the fragile 25-year-old woman he called his own? Or will he destroy her the same way he destroys every enemy who dares to deceive him? Step into a story where love turns into possession, loyalty blurs into obsession, and one woman's reality becomes the one thing that could either save her... or get her killed.

#4th book of OBSESSION Series Alexander X Nisha ( CEO X SECRATARY / OFFICE ROMANCE) Alexander moretti, 33 years old and the CEO of Moretti industry, is cool, calculate and dangerous at the same time. He is a certificate playboy, who doesn't do relationship..and only knows one thing. transaction. Nisha tiwari, 27 years old . The grumpy black cat who doesn't please people and knows how to bite when it's necessary. What will happen if two of them comes up together as Boss and secratary? Because when alexander wants something he doesn't play. He claims.

"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

[ Political Heir × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*