When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

︵‿୨ SEASON 1 ୧‿︵ She never loved him but he was determined to have her, no matter the cost. He was an addict, and from the moment he laid eyes on her, she became his most dangerous addiction. [ AAHIL SINGH RATHORE × JASMINE OBEROI ] "I was crying..but he just stood there, staring. 'Let me go,' I pleaded. 'You're not going anywhere,' he said. 'You'll sleep here. With me. Tonight.' 'Why?' 'Because I love you,' he said like it was the simplest thing in the world." "Sweetheart." The word alone sent shivers down my spine. "Because you're mine.Fucking mine." 💼Aahil Singh Rathore Age:29 Title:CEO, AR Enterprises Ruthless. Obsessively possessive. Domineering.A powerful man with a dangerous past. 🎀Jasmine Oberoi Age:18 The very picture of innocence, shy, soft-hearted, She's beautiful... and far too naive for the world. What happens when a cold-hearted billionaire and feared mafia boss falls head over heels for an innocent girl? ✨Brace yourself for a gripping tale of dark obsession and twisted love. ︵‿୨ SEASON 2 ୧‿︵ "Ethya... he wasn't your husband," the man tells her as he hands her medicine. "He was obsessed with you. He kidnapped you. You escaped and I saved you.That's why I'm keeping you safe here with me." But if he's telling the truth.. why can't she remember anything? "Where is my wife?" he roars. "I swear to God, I'll tear you apart if you even think about hurting her." "What is your name?" "I'm..Jasm-ine." she whispers. "I'm Ja-smine..Aahil Sing-h Rat-hore." "Who is Rishabh to you?" he growls next. "No one!" she cries. Only then does he pull the gun away..and removed his fingers from her clit. "I'm begging you..give me my wife back." "You'll never get her back.NEVER." ⚠️ Warning:Contains mature themes. 🤫Season 2 begins with the truth hidden beneath the lies a stolen identity, a twisted obsession, and a love so powerful it starts a war. Only the readers who paid at attention in Season 1 will catch the clue

Entering to the room he pinned me to the door and I was horrified my his sudden drag. "Hmm .... To kya kehe rahin thi app niche" He asked pinning my both hands above my head with his one hand and other hand making pattern on my exposed waist giving me goosebumps. "Abb mujhe app ko bata na padhe ga ki app kon ho, Let me teach you" he said digging his face in my neck. He was making slow pattern with his tongue and by now I can feel wetness in my core and thousands of butterflies were dancing inside my stomach. He then pinched the side of my belly earning a moan from me "Anhnhnn." "O god it sounds heaven biwi jaan" he said keeping his face on the crook of my neck ___________________________________________ Two strange souls are bounded by the bound of marriage . Join on the story of ABHIMAAN RAICHAND - The CEO of RAICHAND GROUPS AND CO. . A 29 years old , who is the king of business world as well as mafia world. Girls throw themself on him but he cares less and thinks all are just behind this money and are typical gold diggers. A typical cold , ruthless male protagonist .Loves and cares for his family like anything. A man with a horriable past. RUHANIKA VERMA - A 24 year sweet and calm girl. SHE never got the love and the care she deserves for being the only girl of the VERMAS . WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THESE TWO WILL COLLIDE IN FORM OF A ARRANGE MARRAIGE ? WILL THE TWO BE ABLE TO OVERCOME THE FEAR AND EXPRESS EACH OTHER? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED !!!

No one truly knows what their destiny holds, right? I was just as unaware until I discovered my own. My wife was once a crush of mine-someone I thought I'd never encounter again. Yet here we are, in the same room. She is my wife, and I am her husband. She has changed; she is no longer the soft, fragile person I used to know. Now, she is bold and independent. Her heart feels like it is caged, kept hidden so that no one can read her like an open book. I am Agastya Singhania, her husband, and she is Sanaya Agastya Singhania. We are like two different poles, each with our own distinct personalities.

PROLOGUE "I'm so sorry," he whispers over and over, "couldn't you just be by my side, it wouldn't have happened, love" His words were a torrent of longing, he didn't seem pleading for forgiveness and a chance to make things right. But the memory of his blank eyes, the cold steel of the blade, the excruciating pain that had ripped through my throat - it all came rushing back. "Why?" I rasped, my voice weak and croaky. I felt his grip tightening on me. "Because you looked like you forgot who you are destined to be, love, you belong to me I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never." he trailed off. My gaze fell to his hands, the ones that had held the blade, the ones that were now desperately holding onto me. I didn't know what to believe. He had tried to kill me and that man, yet he was now begging for forgiveness, It felt like a cruel joke, a twisted reality where love and violence coexisted. "You have to understand, that you are mine, you belong to me, and to no one else." I stared at him, seeing the raw desperation in his voice. And for a moment, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Could this be real? Could this man, who had tried to end my life, truly be sorry? He pulled me close, his arms holding me tight, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. "I love you," he whispered again, his words a plea, a promise. "Say it back chéri" he said as i could see his eyes getting darker. "I-i lov-e yo-u to-o" My throat still felt like sandpaper, my body ached, but the fear that had gripped me was starting to recede. This was a chance, a gamble. A chance to see if his love could truly atone for his actions. A chance to see if this shattered love could be rebuilt, piece by piece, from the ashes of betrayal. "That's like my love" he said as he caressed my cheeks, I can not do anything I closed my eyes, and in the silence of the room, I held onto that hope, that sliver of a chance that maybe, just maybe, love could heal even the deepest wounds.

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.

Darkness is the purest form of Light

"James McGregor, CEO of McGregor industries, has passed away yesterday evening after a long battle with cancer. James McGregor, aged 63, was one of the-" Elizabeth shut the TV off, she couldn't bear to listen to this... She had been there when it happened, she did not need it to be repeated. Elizabeth Waverton had been Mr. McGregor's personal assistant for the last three years. During that time the two of them had gotten close. They became friends, as he was as a father to her. Ms. Waverton was seen by many as one of the best personal assistants that there was. Most didn't last long at the McGregor's, but Ms. Waverton did. She was known for making anything possible, having connections all over town and anywhere you can imagine. But now that her former boss and friend is dead the company will be taken over by James McGregor jr. the son of her boss. Elizabeth had never quite taken a liking to this man, but he however has taken an interest in her...

✧༺𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤༻✧ Book--1 in 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (CAN BE READ STANDALONE) "𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲." ____________________________________________ "𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴." "𝗜'𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻." ____________________________________________ I don't want to brag in Description about them, and to know how this "𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲." Sentence turned into "𝗜'𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱." To know more about this story dive in.