𝘼 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 Tanushree - calm, warm, a trembling soul who owns a small bouquet shop and counts numbers whenever fear grips her heart ...is pushed into a marriage she never imagined. She walks into his world as an ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ. Vansh Malhotra - lives alone in a dark penthouse that feels more like a jungle than a home. He hates humans, avoids emotions, and surrounds himself only with wild creatures and strict routines. My chest tightened. Something inside me cracked quietly. I nodded. He wasn't done. "One more thing." His voice was low. Dangerous. "Make yourself dead when I'm home." I froze. "Is it clear?" My throat burned. I nodded again. Yes. Clear. I didn't cry loudly. I didn't scream. I just... sat there. Counting. One... two... three... four... My only way to stay sane. She thought he would love her and care for her like other husbands. But her thoughts turned into fear when she spent her wedding night outside the penthouse in the freezing cold, with not a single human around, whispering to herself that he might open the gate for her. And the man who warned her to "disappear" starts noticing the one presence he can't ignore. In a marriage built on conditions, distance, and unspoken threats... something strange begins to grow. Will Vansh accept a new human in his world? Or will Tanushree disappear trying to survive in it? ‼️ Continue only if you are comfortable with such stories. This is not for soft-hearted people. It contains mature content and mentions of blood. --------------------------------------- hope you like my story Authormaya add

" Aapka jeewan narak bana denge , maut ki bheek mangengi aap uper wale se" he said with all his hatred. " Or aap kya sochte he ki itni asaani se ham haar maan lenge ? Is vivah ke liya haa krna hamari majboori thi Rana Veer Pratap Singh " she said while raising her head and voice, anger and hatred for Veer was clearly visible in her eyes. Samiksha Chauhan : The ladli Princess of Lohagarh, is a skilled warrior, diplomat, and strategist, beloved by her bapu sa (father) and bhai sa (brother) . Trained in combat and governance, she combines intelligence, compassion, and fierce loyalty to lead her kingdom. She is forced into a marriage with Veer Pratap Singh because of the war and his attack on her kingdom. But now she was left as a slave of Rana Sa of Bhairavgarh , all her dreams were shattered . Now the only aim of her life was to make Veer's life hell, to kill him. Veer Pratap Singh : The rana sa of Bhairavgarh , as a ruler was shaped by his ruthless nature. He didn't even know the meaning of love, for him love meant only his throne, he was only taught to fight, he only knew how to rule.he believed in the might of his sword and the iron will of his command. His word was law, and his rule was strict and unforgiving. But now he married the Princess of lohagarh , just to make her life hell . On the battlefield, he had seen in the eyes of the princess the brilliance of a warrior that could burn anyone to ashes.On the battlefield, he had seen in the eyes of the princess the brilliance of a warrior who could burn anyone to ashes.To him the princess was just a toy. But will they both be able to take revenge from each other? Or will they become each other? Will this hatred burn them? Or will their love burn everyone else? .

She was a need he never knew, he was the missing piece which completed her... -------------------------------------------------------- Arunaditya Rathore is the heir of The Rathore enterprise, famous for his cold ruthless nature However his soft side only for his family. Top 1 businessman of the year. He does not believe in Love. Niharika Singhania is a kind of person which will bring light in darkness. She is a doctor and wonder if she will find a perfect fit? Will destiny bring them close? or tear them apart. (It is my first time writing a story so please give it a chance lovelies💖💖💖)

"Stay away from him." He wasn't asking. He was warning. The world knows him as a ruthless, powerful CEO...But behind closed doors, he is something far more dangerous. And when his eyes fall on her-a simple girl with innocent dreams- obsession takes over. And somehow... he loved her more than his own life. But love from a man like him was never safe. She tries to stay away... but fate isn't kind. Because just when she starts to find comfort in someone else... she realizes too late- 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺. Her life turns into a beautiful nightmare. And the biggest truth? 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱... 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿.

♡ [ Update Schedule ] ♡ Monday • Wednesday • Saturday • Sunday ♡♡♡♡♡ Welcome to our classroom, also known as the "Battlefield of Boys vs Girls." Here's the rule: Girls sit on one side. Boys sit on the other. No talking, no smiling, no "accidental eye contact," because apparently if you say hi to a boy, boom-congratulations, you're "in love." So yeah, silence keeps the drama away. At least it did- until he walked in. The transfer student. The same boy who used to bully me in 1st and 3rd grade, steal my crayons, and call me "Loud speaker." Now he's back, sitting across the room, smirking like karma personally invited him. Of course, I'm not the type to stay quiet. So now it's prank vs prank, insult vs insult, and chaos vs me trying not to throw a chair. But somewhere between all the roasting and revenge... things got weirdly romantic. I swear I don't like him. (It's just that his stupid smile keeps showing up in my brain uninvited.) So yeah-this class has rules. And we're about to break every single one of them... for love.

She was running out of time. He was running away from it. Kashish had always lived the life others chose for her until a diagnosis changed everything. With only a little time left, she decides to finally live for herself. Reyansh had everything except the will to live. A random train journey brings them together. What starts as a coincidence slowly turns into something neither of them expected something that feels like home. But when time begins to slip away will love be enough to hold on? Or will this journey end before it even truly begins?

You are the curse. You bring bad omens into every life you touch. If you care for him at all-leave. Leave before your presence ruins him. Some love doesn't save. It destroys. Both were cursed long before they were crowned. whether love survives... or history repeats.

Hone Laga Tumse Pyaar Mera Dil e Beqarar Ishq Ki Hadon Se Paar Hone Laga Hone Laga Beshumar Jane Kyun Tujhi Pe Yaar Khud Se Zyada Aitbaar Hone Laga Hone Laga Tumse Pyar About the Story Arishka is a sweet and elegant girl who believes in living a simple life and dreams of making her parents proud. Behind her calm personality, she also has a playful and confident side. Akarsh is a popular guy and head boy of school He is confident, caring, and protective. He never expected that one day someone would slowly become so important to him. As their school life continues with friends, laughter, teasing, jealousy, and emotional moments... Akarsh slowly realizes that what he feels for Arishka is more than just friendship. Sometimes love begins quietly... and before you even realize it- Hone Lga Tumse Pyar.

Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.

Jwala, a freelance digital marketer, reconsiders her view of banks as boring after a chance encounter with a pair of captivating honey-brown eyes seated across the counter. The mundane visit transforms into a series of fuzzy feelings, lingering eye contacts, and unspoken conversations as Jwala finds herself creating excuses to visit the bank more frequently, just hoping to catch another glimpse of him. Will this encounter remain a fleeting moment, or will it lead to something deeper? Because, banks are not as boring as they seem after all.