ISHAN'S BEDROOM, MIDNIGHT The air is heavy with desire. Rain taps softly against the windows, but inside, the heat between them crackles louder than any storm. Jiya's back hits the wall, his body pressing into hers, their breaths tangled. Jiya (voice low, teasing): "You always touch me like you own me." Ishan (smirking, lips brushing her ear); "That's because you let me. Every damn time." Jiya (tilting her head, eyes dark with heat); "Maybe I ilke the way your hands feel when I forget who I am." Ishan (trailing his fingers down har thigh): "Then let me make you forget everything... except me." Jlya (biting her lip, breath catching): "You already have." lshan (lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall): "Good. Because I want your mind hazy, your body trembling and my name, the only thing you remember when you fall apart." Jiya (moaning softly, wrapping her legs around him): "You're dangerous, Ishan." Ishan (smiling darkly lips grazing her): "And you're mine." Ishan (voice dark and possessive): "Tell me how much you want me, baby?" Jiya (breath hitching, voice trembling): "Ishan... please... I can't..." Ishan grinning, lips brushing against her ear): "Let go. I'm here. No holding back." Jiya (arching, gasping as pleasure overtakes her); "Ahh! I.... I can't... you're..." Ishan (tightening his grip on her curves): "Scream my name. Show me you're mine."

She was known to be a good girl, but those who knew her say she is a bad girl with crazy thoughts. She was excited to have fun in the marriage she was about to attend, only to realise it's going to be hers. He was a bad boy with no one by his side, but only did they know he was a broken pure soul. He thought it was a quick and small trip but ended up on a life journey. They thought it was going to be a tragedy but soon they realised that they both needed it. Fate brought them together, but will they stay together? 📍#1 Banglore 📍#1 Dharwad 📍#1 cutecouple 📍#2 wattpadromance 📍#2 badgirlgoodboy (31st October 2022) 📍#2 mismatched 📍#3 marriage 📍#4 desi

It is a college romance between prithvi and sitara Prithvi murthy- He is a college heartthrob and popular boy and a very arrogant and rude but soft for his loved ones , no one dared to talk with him other than his friends he doesn't believe in love and hate sitara to the core Sitara gattammaneni- the girl with big dreams and hopes she is kind, cute and shorty, she trust everyone very easily , she is in so in love with college heartthrob prithvi let's see how her unrequited love turn into required and what challenges she face to get prithvi

Neither She is a Damsel in Distress nor She need a Knight in Shining Armour #highest ranking 4 in India Falling in love is easy, staying in love is tricky, But at the end of the day Anything Worth Having Is Worth Fighting For. ************* "Do you really think you can make me do this?" I asked in my most intimidating voice or the least I tried to. "Yes" And my dear friends I lost it "Who do you think you are? This is my life no one I mean NO ONE can make my decisions at least not any random stranger.So it's better you show yourself out before I completely lose it" and finally I looked straight into his eyes and God I never regretted anything more than that in my entire 22 years of existence not even when I accidentally spilled coffee over my haughty Principal. He got me captivated in those intimidating yet beautiful blue ocean. I knew at that moment I will never be able to look at the sky and stop myself from thinking about him. Determination,confidence,amusement is it admiration which I see? For whom?Me??? "I am Abhimanyu Shekhawat.And I am not a stranger atleast not for long.Yes I can make you mine or I can never guarantee whether you will get to complete your internship as a matter of fact even start it" My breath hitched, my eyes welled up but NO not in front of this handsome arrogant Monster.No I can do better than that. So I asked what I felt right "Why?" "I need a wife,I chose you" ................................................................. ARUNDHATHI VARMA 22 yrs old, hard headed,strong hearted South Indian girl who fought through the odds for her dreams Life is going good for her with her Three siblings for life and a somewhat supportive family But then Comes ABHIMANYU SHEKHAWATH a self-made Billionaire The journey through two different cultures, language, family and above all two hearts. Will he give her wings or destroy it? Join the journey of Arundhathi Varma and Abhimanyu Shekhawat.

Eisha Singh, a 19 year old 1st year Arts student. she has joined one of the best colleges of Bangalore. Abhay Singh Rathore, a 30 year old single dad who is a professor and is the most dangerous mafia. Everyone sees him as one of the handsome,good looking,rude,cold hearted man. No one knows about him being a ruthless mafia. what will happen when he will become obsessed with a girl who is 11 years younger than him? He will make her his no matter even if he has to cage her forever. She is an angel He is a devil she loves him He is obsessed with her Tropes:- Grumpy*Sunshine professor*Student Sensitive fl*hot tempered ml Childish*Mature Innocent fl*Over possessive ml Forbidden love obsessed ml with capital O Mafia Billionaire Single dad Age gap(11 years) Dark romance

He married the wrong sister. Or did he? Revenge was the plan. She was the twist. He was meant to marry her sister. But when she fled, Ahalya Mukherjee was forced into the fire. Shaurya Chatterjee wanted revenge. She became his target. Cold vows. Silent dinners. Locked doors. But the girl he thought was fragile? She held secrets too. Now, in a mansion full of ghosts and whispers, love is the most dangerous thing of all. 🥇#1- Wattpad 🥇#1- Forced Marriage 🥇#1- Coldhearted 🥇#1- Torture 🥇#1- Substitute 🥇#1- Bengali 🥇#1- Arranged 🥈#2- Desiromance 🥉#3- Replacement 🥉#3- Billionaire --- Disclaimer: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 This story is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. It explores complex emotions, intense relationships, and the journey from pain to healing through love and forgiveness. While some scenes depict difficult moments, the heart of this story is about redemption, hope, and the power of love to transform even the darkest pasts. The characters and events are fictional and created to tell a story of emotional growth and resilience. Images belong to their respective owners.

Urvi never thought she'd be here-married to her sister's ex-husband, the man who once loved her with a passion that set the world on fire. But now, he's a stranger to her-emotionally closed off, locked in the past, unable to see her for who she is. Ten years older, a man shaped by heartbreak, he doesn't want her. Not like he once wanted her sister. His heart is a fortress she can't break into. And yet, she longs for him. To be seen. To be touched. To be loved. What happens when her burning desire underneath the drapes of saree seduces him? Will he fulfill her desire..or will Urvi remain bound in loveless marriage forever?? Dive into, SEDUCTION IN SAREE HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! RATED 18+

Three rules I was supposed to follow this semester: 1. Don't fall for the professor. 2. Don't flirt with the neighbor. 3. Don't marry either of them. Too bad they're the same man. Rhea Sharma is used to turning heads, getting into trouble, and never backing down from a dare-especially when the dare looks like six-foot-two of sharp cheekbones and unholy control issues. Professor Ishan Khanna is the man girls whisper about in class, the kind of danger you don't just fall for-you crave it. He's cold, brilliant, ruthless-and off-limits. But when a twist of fate ties them in a secret arranged marriage, and they're forced to share more than just a wall between their apartments... Let's just say temptation doesn't knock. It breaks in. Touch Me, Sir. Bold girl. Dom professor. Dirty secrets. Silent jealousy. Forbidden nights. You've been warned. ---

______scene______ I know I'm strong enough to handle it, to carry her, to... ride her on..... well, you know what I mean _______scene_______ Baby, tell me what you want," I say softly, stroking her hair. "I want you... fully. You know what I mean," she whispers, her voice ________scence _______ She's washing her saree, her delicate fingers scrubbing the fabric with quiet focus. I should turn away, but my gaze is locked on her. She dips the saree into a tub of clean water, squeezing out the excess before draping it over a rope to dry. The movement is simple, yet mesmerizing. As she walks inside, I slowly approach the tub. The water she used to rinse her saree is still there. Without thinking, I lift the tub and spill all the water over myself. ____________