❝For her, it was a love at second sight. While for him, love was something slow and gradual.❞ *** "Don't you remember the kiss we had on night of your cousin's wedding?" "I..." "You don't remember it right?" He asked and I nodded. "I don't remember anything. I'm sorry if I did anything inappropriate." "You really don't reminisce anything?" He asked and I nodded. Keeping his finger beneath my chin, he raised my face and before I could blink my eyes he slammed his lips on mine. What on earth happened? He was kissing me. And it wasn't a dream! I tried to push him to get hold of my mind but instead of going away, he hugged my waist tightly and looked straight into my eyes, "Do you remember anything now?" "I..." Being too shocked to say anything, I nodded in negative. He shut his eyes forcefully, as if trying to think something. "What if I say I kissed you that night? Would you regret it?" Wait! He was the one who kissed me that night! And I spent all my time thinking that it's me who forced a kiss on him being drunk! *** Natasha Mehta, the superstar fell in love with Dr Dhruv Gupta after sharing their first kiss in her bestfriend's party, accidentally! Being his patient, it was now easier for her to make him fall in love with her. Dhruv, who never wanted to indulge in any kind of relationship ignored her and her dates. When she really left, he felt something strange yet known. Now, when he sees her after a few months, it wasn't easy for him to ignore her like before. Being in a situation where they would see each other frequently, could he control the ingrown feelings? But the main question was 一could he win her love before it's too late? *** Detailed story of Dhruv and Natasha with some unknown twists and turns which goes parallel with 'Tied Together By Love' and can be read as a standalone. Note : Book is written in English, so non-Hindi readers can read it without any worry! © 2021 Meteor Knight All Rights Reserved.

Riya... Just riya. No surname... the kind of woman who blended into the background yet still managed to command a quiet sort of attention. She spoke little, choosing her words carefully, never wasting them. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant-efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked-she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy company, he ran his office like a battlefield. Strict. Disciplined. Uncompromising. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise-a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle, caring, fiercely loyal. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage? Just for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn

Forced into marriage by duty and obligation, The Duke and Duchess of Rothbury parted ways a week after saying their vows under the explicit understanding that theirs was a marriage in name only. There would be no expectations of love, fidelity, or romance. The Duke hates the American Heiress who married him only for his title, completely unaffected by the senseless tragedy that had made their marriage necessary in the first place. When an illness forces him to retire to the country, he makes sure to choose the property where his wife wouldn't be. Except that she is, and she is still as insufferable as ever. The Duchess resents the man who killed her youthful dreams of love and abandoned her to live his bachelor life unencumbered. When she is jilted by her lover, and faced with inevitable ridicule, she decides to retire to her beloved estate in Cornwall, where she runs an orphanage. Never once does she expect to run into her cold, selfish, insufferable arse of a husband! Forced into each other's company by circumstance, the couple begin to unravel their individual prejudices. Resentment turns into respect and friendship. Respect and friendship soon turn into attraction and affection. Was love closer than either one of them could ever have imagined? And that begged the question; can the Duke win his wife's favor, or is it far too late to make their marriage a love match? Cover by MuniWilliams.

❥ Damian Desmond has always found Anya Forger insufferable, but when she starts spending time with another boy, his irritation turns into something far more confusing. Jealousy gnaws at him, leaving Damian to question why her attention matters so much-and whether his feelings are more than he's ready to admit. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮?!" 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘯-𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥?!" 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. ✦ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, the story of the twisted feelings between Damian and Anya as they both struggle to understand their growing emotions for each other. What starts as irritation and confusion soon turns into something neither of them can ignore, leaving them both to grapple with feelings they're not ready to face. ACHIEVEMENT RANKINGS : 🏆1 in damianya 🏆3 in damianxanya

(!!!MATURE CONTENT!!! FOR ADULTS!!!!!!!!! YES THAT MEANS SEX!!!) The usually so cold and efficient Loid Forger is struggling with his duties as a spy because he cannot stop desiring his fake wife - while Yor is wondering about the concept of 'marital bliss' she overhears her colleagues whisper about in the coffee kitchen. Especially the part about 'pleasing one's husband inside and outside the bedroom' gives her a great deal of anxiety. Will these two idiots ever realize that fake-married, properly-married, or not-married at all makes no real difference if you genuinely like each other? (MATURE CONTENT = there is smut)

| 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 & 𝗥𝗨𝗛𝗜 | "I__i am pregnant!" She covered her face with her palms and getting emotional cried out though silently. Yuvaan face snapped up, his brown orbs darkening as out of sudden his palm changed into a tightly fist-ball. Hearing that particular word something bitter hitted into his mind as the worst memory of his life flashed again in front of his eyes. He jerked out of the worst part as immediately standing up he burst out at ruhi! "Liar! You are a liar! How dare you ruhi? How could you do such cheap act? What did you think that you will play with my feelings by the name of pregnancy? No, I won't let you do that. I thought you as a friend but i was fool that i expect friendship from an orphan like you who can only play with others feelings." Ruhi jumped on her place at the harsh words. Her tears grew more as her face getting red. She couldn't proceed upon what was happening! It was like she was seeing a nightmare. What happened that suddenly he burst out? She stood up and tried to hold his arm "What are you saying yuvaan? Wait, you are again joking right? It's not the time yuvaan, please be serious! " She told but he jerked her hand and threw a sharp glare at her. "You are joking! You are the one who is fooling me and it's over, I am done with your drama. Just don't show me your face again. " He blasted out and turned to leave. Ruhi yelled his name, called him again and again but he left thinking it as her betrayal comparing his past with the beautiful present which just got destroyed by his misunderstanding. "Yuvaan!!! I am pregnant yuvaan! I am not lying." She screamed and fell on the ground with her knees. Her palm covered her belly as she cried her heart out again and again proving her innocence. ~❁~ ~•~ #1 in misunderstanding #1 in trust #1 in wedding #1 in emotional #1 in madlove #2 in desire ~•~

DRITI ARORA × GOUTHAM KAPOOR He pushed her against the cold wall pinned her two hands with his one arm and slacked his other arm around her waist. She opened her mouth to shout but it got instantly shut by a Kiss on her plum lips. He was kissing her possessively and it was more like punishing her. He pulled her more towards him leaving no space between them and deepened the kiss. Driti was breathless when he let go of her lips. She can see his hot breath on her earlobes. " I GOT YOU MRS DRITI GOUTHAM KAPOOR" ____________________________________ MAHIRA RAJPUT ×VIVAAN SINGANIA "Mr Singania, meet Ms Mahira Rajput, my assistant and the one who working on the project on which we are going to collaborate" Mahira plastered a small smile on her face and turned towards him. Her smile turned into horror when he was looking directly into her soul. How can she forget that the black eye which always found its way towards her? It's still the same as what she had seen last time, filled with hatred for her "Vi...Vivaan". She whispered ______________________________________ ISHARA MEHRA ×DEV MALHOTRA "Who is he? Your new boyfriend?" He asked in his demanding voice running his hand through his hair, like trying to compose himself. "It's none of your business". I said in a firm voice. Rajat is just a friend but I don't want to explain anything to him. Why is he behaving like he owns me? "oh ya, how can I forget how whore you are" His statement made me still for a second. What did he call me, a whore. Before my hand touches his cheek for a slap he holds it and twists it behind my back. He is standing so close to you. " I know your true colour, Ms Ishara Mehra. How much money did he pay you to sleep with me ." My eyes are wide in his accusation. What the hell is talking about? Do I get paid to sleep with him ??? Did he see me as that type of woman.

His face dipped in the crook of her neck. She was caged in between the cupboard and his hand. His one hand was beside her head, and the one was on her waist. He inhaled deeply, his nose grazing the soft skin of her neck. She shivered and cluthched her saree tightly in her hands . He backed away slightly, only met her gaze as their eyes looked. The dominance, desire, and hint jealousy did'nt go unnoticed by her. His eyes moved to her lips, but as she took a deep yet shaky breath, he backed away slightly. His hands cuped her throat, and his fingers rubbed it softly. "𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he whispered, his voice laced with danger and his tone hiding something beneath it. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 a man who belongs from the famous business family in India. He is not a sunshine type but a type who has the power to finish anyone just in the blink of an eye. He never wanted to marry in his late 20s his aim was to take his company on first place in an international market. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 a woman who belongs from a very well-known business family she never had interest in her family business and her family respected that she is a graphic designer . She is a sunshine girl who is kind to everyone, and always has a smile on her face but what will happen when she is forced to marry aryan?? What wil happen when both the opposite will marry each other?? °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

#1 | Blood Constellations [Book 2 ~ Not a standalone] They say power is seductive-but what happens when seduction itself holds the power? In the world of gold-plated thrones, whispered alliances, and endless-billion-dollar mergers inked with nothing but a glance-love is not romantic. It's strategic. Ruthless. Calculated. And no one plays the game quite like Avantika Kapoor. She's the heiress every man in Bombay wants and every woman fears-flawless in diamonds, icy in silk, and lethal in a boardroom. With a tongue sharp enough to slice steel and a mind trained to conquer empires, Avantika doesn't bend, doesn't bow, and certainly doesn't fall in love. Until Vikram Oberoi. Self-made billionaire. Corporate wolf. India's most dangerous obsession. He wasn't born into power-he bled for it. From the dirt-lined alleys of South Bombay to a penthouse throne no one could touch, Vikram is ruthless, reclusive, and intoxicatingly off-limits. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. But one look at Avantika, and he wants something he's never allowed himself to crave-her. When a forced engagement throws them into a war neither wanted and a marriage neither can escape, their icy hatred burns into blistering passion. But behind closed doors and champagne smiles lies a battlefield of whispered secrets, blackmail, twisted legacies, and hidden enemies who don't just want to ruin them-they want to erase them. As power collides with lust and two empires hang in the balance, Vikram and Avantika must decide: Will they destroy each other, or burn the world to build their own? Vote. Comment. Follow.❤️

Book One: Mirabella Marino is the princess of the Chicago Outfit. She is smart, cunning, and understands her duty to her family. Her life has gone according to plan thusfar. That is, until her father arranges her to be married to the infamous head of the Irish mafia, Ronan Donnelly. Mira quickly becomes immersed in her husband's family and world. This is a completely fictional, mafia-light romance, dual-POV, and first book in a series of interconnected stories about various prominent female characters in the fictional crime family. TW: This story does contain explicit sexual content, themes of abuse, drug/alcohol use, violence, sexual assault, and heavy language. Please note this story is for mature audiences only! Take care of yourselves first and foremost.