Cyan is a desperately poor young woman with no parents and no formal education. Illiterate and invisible to society, she survives on luck and quiet endurance. Against all odds, she is hired as a janitor in a towering corporate building owned by one of the most prestigious businesswoman in the country. But Cyan is no ordinary employee, she is the ghost janitor, permitted to work only after the offices are empty, when the lights are off and no one is meant to see her. She cleans in silence, existing in the margins of a world that was never meant for her. Blaze is a formidable businesswoman and the sole owner of a powerful conglomerate employing thousands. Her name alone commands respect. Known for her unyielding authority and razor-sharp mind, Blaze moves through the corporate world with a cold precision that few dare challenge. She is intensively private, wrapped in secrecy, and surrounded by an aura that makes people obey before she even speaks.

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After losing her wife, Lisa built her life around one thing, never loving again. When her father arranged her marriage to Jennie, she agreed for one reason only; her daughter, Ella, who needed a mother. Love was never a part of the deal. Jennie knew exactly what she was walking into. Lisa who was being haunted by a love she buried, a past she refuses to let go of. But when the memories begin to feel more real than the present, Jennie is forced to wonder- How do you compete with someone who's gone... but never really left? Will Lisa finally choose the life in front of her, or remain chained to a ghost from the past? Specially when that ghost walks back in. - Lisa gp!

Jennie Kim's life had always been simple. Mornings behind the counter of her aunt's coffee shop, evenings spent buried in medical textbooks, and nights sitting by her father's hospital bed, whispering promises she wasn't sure she could keep. But everything changed the day her father's debts came knocking. Manoban Corp - a name that could silence entire boardrooms - held the chains to her father's failed company. And standing at the head of it all was Lisa Manoban: the cold, untouchable CEO with an empire at her feet and eyes that never betrayed a flicker of mercy. Jennie went to her office expecting rejection, maybe humiliation. She didn't expect an offer. "Be mine," Lisa said simply, as if it were the easiest transaction in the world. "A girlfriend for the cameras. In exchange, your father's debts disappear, and his hospital bills are taken care of." It was supposed to be a deal - insensitive, calculated, a cruel mockery of love. But deals have a way of blurring into something else when the heart becomes collateral. Jennie was smart enough to know better. She was cool enough to hide her trembling. But behind her brave eyes was the truth she could never admit: she was just a girl, soft and fragile, carrying a weight too heavy for her shoulders. And Lisa, who had never known what it meant to love, was about to learn that some exchanges can't be calculated. Because in the world of power and desperation, the only thing more dangerous than debt... was love itself.

[GP] Six years ago, Jennie Kim had a one-night stand with a stranger under neon lights. She never learned her name. Only her face. Now she owns a small flower shop and raises her bloomed flower, peacefully, quietly, safely. Until fate drags her into a grand corporate event. The chandeliers glow. The crowd applauds. And the newly appointed President of Manoban Enterprises steps onto the stage. Lisa Manoban. Powerful. Untouchable. And the woman Jennie never forgot. Lisa never saw her. A big obstacle was between them, and Jennie decided to keep it a secret. But. Some secrets don't stay buried. Some love stories bloom. And this one began with a single, unforgettable night.

They met again. Again, after Five long years. "Don't. Dare. To. Touch. Me. Till. The. Wedding. Is. Done," Riya said in a low but firm voice. "Fine, I won't. See you after the wedding, Hukum," Meher replied with an irritating smirk. This is a story about two girls who once met, only to part ways without a word. Now, after five long years, they face each other again. Will they confront the emotions they've buried deep inside, or keep pretending they feel nothing? Will time heal what was left unsaid-or only make it harder to speak? I know. But you read it to find out.

Ruhani is a teenager who has always been insecure about her looks and her personality. She has an immense talent for writing poetries and has always been appreciated for the same since childhood. She isn't sure of her future which seems more darker with each passing day. Being bisexual in a brown family is already taking a lot of toll on her mental health when she suddenly comes accross a gorgeous woman who also happens to be her English professor. Will her encounter with ALINA OBEROI, change her life for good or worse?

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

They said marriage is about sharing everything. Freen took that a bit too literally - including Becky's closet, her patience and occasionally, her sanity. Independent stories of day to day events after marriage 😜 -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

A marriage formed by circumstances, not choice. Two women sharing a life without sharing names, moving through the same space as strangers. This is a story about time, silence and what slowly grows in the spaces between them. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Please note: It's all fiction. It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP❌ content, I never write that.