"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫- "𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

❤️‍🔥*A river. A sun. A love neither believed in.* Kaveri Ramanathan has spent her whole life believing she is the kind of person rooms forget. Raised in a Chennai orphanage, plus-size in a world that never let her forget it, she has perfected the quiet art of taking up no space - grateful to be liked, never once expecting to be *chosen.* Vikram Aditya Devaraj doesn't have that problem. Heir to one of Bangalore's most powerful business families, he is chosen by everyone - boardrooms, magazines, women his mother approves of - and wants none of it. Not since he watched love destroy the two people who were supposed to teach him what it meant. He stopped believing in it years ago. He's never once needed to reconsider. Until a Tuesday afternoon. Until a laugh he wasn't looking for, from a woman whose face he hadn't even seen. Brought to Bangalore by Aravind - the brother who has been her father, mother, and shield since she was eleven years old - Kavi is just beginning to learn this city, this language, this strange new life, when her path tangles, irreversibly, with a man who has built his entire existence on never being undone by anyone. What follows is messy, funny, fiercely tender, and occasionally reckless - two people from different languages, different worlds, different wounds, falling toward each other while everything in both their histories tells them not to. Pride. Family. Jealousy. Misunderstanding. And underneath all of it, something neither of them asked for and both of them, eventually, cannot live without. She thinks she has never been seen. He has never seen anyone the way he sees her. *Some rivers, it turns out, were always going to find the sun."

Her hand gripping the collar of his shirt, her black charcoal-ed eyes locked with his brown chocolaty ones when she said this: "Iss shaadi ka ek ek pal tum bhugtoge Mr. Rajvansh. Shaadi krne ka bohot shaukh h na tumhe. Ab shaadi ke side effects bhi dekh lo. Shaadi ki h tumne mujhse. Iss shaadi mein tum har roz thoda thoda maroge." ***************************************** "Agar main uss time pe kuchh nhi bolta toh uss bewakoof ko tum jaisi jangli billi se kon bachata?" Rishaan said still looking at his laptop. "Right- what? Main jungli billi? Aur tum kya ho? Vehsi darinde! Jo raat mein sunsaan sadkon par ghumta h aur ladki pakad pakad ke usse shaadi krta hai!" She said. He huffed and looked at her. ***************************************** Dive into the tale of "JUNOON" where you will find love being beautifully written, obsession being drastically expressed and mysteries being unexpectedly unveiled. This story is about how 'she' has 'junoon' for 'him', and that obsession paves the way for love in her heart.

When a plane crash kills her abusive mother and stepfather, 12-year-old Sky Rossi is ripped from years of neglect and thrown into the guarded world of the Rossi mafia empire. Stolen at two. Forgotten. Starved. Scarred. She returns tiny, malnourished, with jagged short hair she cut herself and clothes that scream "stay away." Her eight older brothers rule New York's ruthless Italian mafia - cold, powerful, and deadly. They expected a fragile little sister they could shield and pamper. They got Sky - a stubborn, hot-tempered tomboy who glares instead of speaking, pushes everyone away, and would rather sleep on the floor than accept their luxury. She trusts no one, flinches at loud noises, and hides her terror behind icy silence or sudden outbursts. The Rossi brothers have faced every enemy in the underworld. But this short, rebellious girl might be the one who finally breaks through their armor... or forces them to face the family they failed.

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.

They both fell in love with each other; by exchanging small notes, clipping it to each other's personal desk in their office. After eleven years, they both realized their love for each other; by exchanging small notes, sticking it to the refrigerator in their home. Because they never had stopped loving each other, just some responsibilities had screened it. ----- [Completed | Unedited] [Paper Notes Story] ----- © 2016 Suganthii Story Cover - Designing and Creative Idea © Suganthii - Stock Image by Pinterest Media attached in this story belong to their rightful owners.

#3 in protectivehero June 22 #1 in emotional June 24 #1 in second chance at life June 24 Rudraksh × Hiya A heart wrenching tale of two souls. One is shattered and the other is ruthless. Will he be her healer or tormentor? ❤️ Rudraksh Singh Rathore (27) ❤️ The King of Udaipur. A feared Mafia Lord known as the Black Panther. Powerful, ruthless, and accustomed to getting whatever he wants. The world fears him, his enemies tremble by his name, and his family is his greatest weakness. ❤️ Hiya Sen (25) ❤️ CEO of Aasha Group of Companies. Cold, emotionless, and untouchable. Once a bright and lively girl with dreams bigger than the sky, life turned her into a woman who survives rather than lives. Behind her perfect facade lies a heart shattered by a past she refuses to revisit. They come face to face by fate but are entwined together by him. He wants to break down the walls around her heart. She wants nothing to do with love. But some wounds demand healing, some truths refuse to stay buried, and some hearts are destined to find their way home. As Hiya's painful past slowly unfolds, Rudraksh must decide how far he is willing to go for the woman who has unknowingly become his heart. Will he heal what he didn't break? Or will the ghosts of her past destroy them both? Tropes: • Grumpy × Grumpy • CEO × Mafia CEO • Forced Marriage • He Fell First, Both Fell Harder • Healing Romance • Found Family • Trauma & Recovery

When life throws challenges, it does not consider age bar. Little Armaan had a happy pretty life. He had a small little world until he grew up to realize harsh realities of life. One fine day he came across a shattering truth about his existence. He realised that entire life was a not the fairy tale that he had lived in his father's warm embrace. The journey to get what you really desire is not always a bed of roses. Something similar was encountered by him at an early age. He set out to find what his heart desired. This is a story of a young mind who is ready to go against the cunning and cruel world, all on his own. He was out, unprotected, to seek justice and happiness for his father. WARNING : This story is a dark theme and might trigger incidents like depression and trauma. Still birth and the trauma that follows will be a part of the story. Kindly read at you own risk.

Mausam Kapoor , The wife of the Armaan Kapoor , is destroyed by the her enemies, And she ends up alone. But when God gives her another chance she vows to make everyone pay and live a long and happy life.

"I love it when our eyes meet each other,even if it's only for a second." "One look.That's all it took. She wasn't just another student - she became his cure and his chaos" He's a man of few words and many rules until she walks in and breaks every single one of them. She's the only person who can make the most serious surgeon laugh until he cries and blush like a schoolboy. From stealing secret glances in college to sharing a life in their new home, follow their journey as they navigate the transition from nervous students to a powerful medical couple. Vikram was a first year PG surgeon. Jothika was a third year UG student when they first met. It's a cozy, romantic love story. Come on let's dive in.