"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

"He committed the ultimate sin, surrendering to his forbidden love for his student." Hriday Agnivanshi 29 years old, a finance professor at Banaras University, exudes an aura of authority and intimidation. His piercing green eyes seem to bore into those he meets, as if sizing them up and finding them wanting. His chiseled features and well-built physique only add to his formidable presence, making him a figure to be reckoned with. His demeanor is strict and dominating, leaving no doubt as to who is in charge. His sharp jawline and piercing gaze seem to dare anyone to cross him, and his deep, commanding voice can silence even the most boisterous of classrooms. " she surrendered to the forbidden, her heart ensnared by the one man she was never meant to love" Chahat tripathi 21 years old , a bright and vibrant student at Banaras University, embodies the warmth and energy of a sunshine girl. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes light up the campus, making her a beloved figure among her peers. With a passion for learning, she works tirelessly to excel in her studies, her dedication and perseverance inspiring those around her. But her true love is dance. With a grace and fluidity that belies her academic rigor, she loses herself in the rhythms and movements of traditional Indian dance. Her love for Banaras city is equally fierce, and she can often be found exploring its winding streets, discovering hidden gems, and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere. "Two souls, bound by forbidden love, entwined in a sin that fueled their deepest desire, and ignited dreams that dared to defy the lines of virtue." [ इश्क like Agnivanshi -1] Start ~ 2nd April 2025 End ~

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

Devyansh Ranawat, 28, The CEO of Ranawat Empire and also have many other companies. He is also the unmerciful cold and cunning Mafia , and no one dares to challenge him. He Fears no one .He has a dominant personality but for his family he is the dream and softest man we all want. The only obsession he has is Nivya Roy Nivya Roy, 22, lost her faith in love after her boyfriend broke her heart, leaving her shattered. Now she doesn't believe in love, a pure soul but situation made her heart stone. She comfort everyone, present there always for them. Masked her face as a strong women but deep down she have many pain to Share . What will happen when these two opposite worlds will collide with each other? Will Nivya be able to find her love? Will devyansh be able to make Nivya understand the meaning of Love again?

❝𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚.❜❜ He is the eldest son of a simple yet wealthy family-silent, disciplined, and an interior designer. She is the eldest daughter of her home who is warm, talkative, and fiercely hopeful well paid author. He waited for someone special in his life. While she, never expected love which feels like home to her... yet love found them anyway. ❝𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬❜❜ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎- 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖-" "𝑨𝒂𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒘𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒒 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ╰┈➤𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 🏅 #16 wattapdstory out of 8.88k stories.( 25.11.25) #3 sensual out of 7.09k stories.(7.09.25)

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 KUSH MALHOTRA - 25 "𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." CEO of MALHOTRA INDUSTRIES. Used to be a sunshine boy but became cold, ruthless, arrogant after losing his first love. He can die as well as kill for his loved ones. He rules the whole business world. Everyone fears him but he is afraid of only one person- his girl. Will he be able to win her back? ANAYRA KHANNA - 25 "𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣." CEO of KRIVA & CO. A heartless, bold, powerful, fearless & strong businesswoman. No one dares to oppose her. Her past has made her cold and the only thing that matters to her now is POWER but her life turns upside down when her love enters in her life after years. Will she be able to forgive him? Will destiny reunite them or will they be separated again? Dive into the book to indulge into their story and to get the answer to these questions. #1 in Indianbillionaire #1 in Reversegrumpyxsunshine