She thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but. ~~~ 🖤 ~~~ Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing with her strict mother's wrath. And ignoring the unusual liking she has towards her Physics Professor. Cold, ruthless, sinfully beautiful and a dangerous teacher, he is the flame to her moth. But Ellora has no intention to do anything about it. That makes it just a simple crush, completely harmless, right? Sure, for three years it was harmless. Until one night caught up in the snow amidst drunkards, changes everything for Ellora and her tiny, little, harmless crush. She soon realizes, he is much more than just a professor in a world renowned University. He holds secrets darker and wilder than her worst nightmares. And that night among the drunkards, sets in motion a series of events, which makes Ellora spiral closer to her professor than she ever imagined. And soon her life gets intertwined with his, in a dark game that changes Ellora Davis's life forever. ~~~ 🖤 ~~~ Content warning : this story contains scenes dealing with rape and violence which might be triggering for some readers. *This is not your usual teacher-student romance.* **All pictures used belongs to their rightful owners** **Updates Frequently***

SHIVANSH RAJAWAT, An IPS officer and a single parent, who lost his wife in an accident found himself drowned in the ocean of pain and remorse. JIYA SEHEGAL, A doctor who lost her heart to him unknown about his past. Both tied in a knot for duty and desire. What will happen when he comes to about the mystery of his past which will turn their life upside down? Wait to unfold the mystery ;-) ••• Tropes- Single Parent Second Chance Grumpy X Sunshine IPS officer X Doctor She fell first but he fell harder In a collaboration with @aishanid29

In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.

Aimen and Isa The Spy, The Doctor, and a War of Hearts Fanaa- destroyed in love

She'll run away. He'll chase her. If he'll catch her, she'll be forever trapped. Like a moth attracted to light, Pakhi was pulled close to him. People called him mad, heartless and cold but she cared about none. His world was dark, traumatising and painted with blood. His love was vicious. Possessive and ruthless. She was his and he was adamant to remind her over and over again. Escaping Aryan Chauhan was never easy. .... She trusted him. She thought he was a good man and would keep his enmity away from her. However, he proved her all wrong and forced her to marry him on the basis of 6 months contract. It was just a pure enmity from his side. She lost her face in her family's eyes because of him. They were disappointed on her while he was satisfied seeing them in agony. She hated him, to the core of her heart. He's a heartless man whose only motive is vengeance. This was the game of love, vengeance and redemption. A misunderstanding sparked the fire of revenge between two best friends. A wall of hatred will be broken down by their marriages. After a long years, two best friends will join hands for a mission and reached at a point that neither of them hesitated to risk their life for one another. ... Start- 25, October 2024 End- 23, March 2025

"If I have to leave you, I'll start seeing courtesans." He stated. Unfazed, "go ahead," whispered the woman of his heartbeat. Prem took one hand off her back and brushed the loose hair at the side of her face behind her ear. "I'll make sure to pick the ones who resemble you the most." "Go ahead." Noor eyed him in a trance. Her smile sensual and smitten. "I'll take a new one to bed every night." His thumb caressed her earlobe. Noor smile widened. "Go ahead." "I'll call them by your name." He somehow managed to keep his train of thought going despite being utterly enchanted by her smile. "Go ahead." Noor confirmed in the same tone. "I'll marry Chand." He said seemingly running out of the list of things he would do with the courtesans. Her smile stumbled and a hint of unspeakable pain flashed in her eyes before she recovered it again and whispered, "go ahead." That little flicker of pain in her eyes killed Prem. "Fuck you.." he said in anguish. "Say 'go ahead' one more time." Noor let her piercing dark eyes settle into his before sensually declaring, "go ahead." Swiftly turning over so she was underneath him, Prem removed the pillow from between them at once and shot forward to find her lips... *** They are leaders of opposing provinces brought up with nothing but hate for one another. The world watches with bated breath when they come across one another in the assembly at the royal courtroom. What appears to be mere infatuation with a magnetic enemy on the surface turns out to be eternal love conspired by destiny herself. Presenting Prem and Noor in a new timeline in a different era in another world.

Charles sends a text to the wrong number. continued here: archiveofourown.org/series/274155

''jis tarah se ye hathkadi kaid karti hai na usi tarah se kaidi ho gyi hai aap hamare dil ke karagaar mein '' (the way these handcuffs prison same way i will prison you in my heart) sultan aashiq mohammad khan. '' humein kaid hone se darr nhi lagta , lagta hai us kale dil se jismein humein kaid karenge '' ( i am not afraid of getting prisoned but by the place where you will prison me you dark heart). naira mittal.

"Meera... Meera... do you know how much days I have waited for you? How many nights I've desired to be near you, coddle you with my care, pamper you with my kisses and drench you with my love, to proudly announce to the world that you're my wife. The day is not even a month away. But now you've decided to back away..... no..no... you can't and YOU WILL NOT" It all started with a mere glance which gave me mystical butterflies. Things slowly took a turn, I yearned more. The need to hear her velvety voice, to hold her hands, embrace her, admire her, kiss her soul increased gradually. . . . Embark on the journey of Arjun Niro Joel and Meera Rajan filled with love, intimacy, hatred and despair. Is it destiny that's trying to pair them together or a sinful mind waiting to play with their lives? *Cover from pinterest*