𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥. ⸻ She was the kind of girl who said "I don't have time for drama." And then somehow ended up in the middle of generational trauma- with suspiciously good lighting. Too sharp for nonsense. Too blunt for pretence. Too aware to be easily lied to. She grew up around power. So she learned two things early. First, power always looks better from far away. Second, men born into it are usually worse. And him? He was proof of both. A prince with blood too old to be clean and silence too heavy to be harmless. The kind of man people romanticise until they stand close enough to realise, some things are dangerous for a reason. She should have stayed away. Logically. Naturally. With self-respect. Instead, she kept stepping closer. Like curiosity was not just another form of self-destruction. Maybe it was. Because in their world, wanting the wrong person was never just bad timing. It was a slow death. The kind that smiled first. And ruined you after. ─── ୨ৎ ───

∆°HIS SWEET TROUBLE°∆ "I hate you," I muttered under my breath. "Ohh, so i will fuck you so hard that you'll forget the feeling of hate in pleasure." He said. "I will still hate you asshole" i said with an comeback. "Let's try it then" She's cute but he's insane °^SAINT VALLEY'S ^° He was the king of the high school, handsome and charming, with an ego that matched his popularity. He was every saint valley's girls dream but he was madly obsessed with the girl. someone else who hates him from the core of her heart. But that's what he find it special about it. Every girl likes him but she hates him and that's made her unique. She was aanya And aanya was his. Only his. He can do whatever he want to do with her but only he. His to hate, his to want, his to own Kabir X aanya At first, they couldn't stand each other. Or kabir pretending to fight just to get attention from her She thought he was arrogant, and he was madly obsessed with her. Their arguments were intense, filled with hatred. But as they were forced to work together, they began to see a different side of each other. His charm intrigued her, and her strength captivated him. Before long, and then our little aanya started developing little soft crush for kabir. His hate turned into a dangerous obsession, leading them to discover a passionate love they never expected. °^HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ ON YOUR OWN RISK.^°

She prayed for freedom. He gave her chains... and called it love. She was innocent. A girl of faith, raised on temple bells and whispered prayers. He was ruthless. A mafia don who ruled Mumbai with blood and bullets. When her father made a deal with the devil, she was given away as payment. A forced marriage sealed not with love, but with power. To the world, Aarav Malhotra was untouchable. To her, he was terror wrapped in a black sherwani. Her husband. Her cage. Her obsession. She prayed for freedom. But he whispered against her ear, "The only god you'll ever worship, jaan... is me." A story of forbidden love, dangerous obsession, and a marriage written in fire and blood. Warning: ⚠️ This story contains dark romance, forced marriage, violence, obsession, and 18+ content. Read at your own risk.

For the words that stayed in drafts, for the feelings that never found a voice, and for the stories that remained ankahi... Ink that was once lost in yellow pages now blooms on screen. Kuch Baatein Ankahi is a collection of poems, letters, and emotions woven from memories, dreams, heartbreaks, hopes, and everything in between. I hope you'll stay with me through this journey and let these emotions scream louder than you ever thought they could. Kuch baatein jo kabhi ankahi thi... par ab humari hain...

Aa chal ke tujhe main leke chalun Ek aise Gagan k tale ♥︎ Jahan gam bhi na ho aansu bhi na ho Bas pyaar hi pyaar pale....♥︎♥︎ Some love stories don't begin with sparks~they begin with silences Story of quiet love that arrives late but stays long This is not a perfect love story - it's a real one Where two people shed their masks of perfection and fall for each other ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● A man who kneels without ego, A woman who bows without losing herself ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He was not chosen because he demanded her, He was chosen because he waited She didn't fall because she was promised, She fell because she was respected ______________________________________________________ Jump inside the story to know if two wounded hearts can truly mend each other ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Aaradhya never believed in fate - until she stepped foot into the corridors of Jaipur's most elite college, where privilege ruled and secrets thrived. Her plan was simple: stay low, focus on studies, and return to her small world untouched. But then came Veer Singh Rathore - the enigmatic heir of Jaipur, cloaked in arrogance and silence, a boy born with a crown and a storm. He wasn't just the college's dark prince - he seemed to orbit her path with an intensity that shook her soul. First the stares. Then the possessive whispers. Then the touch that shouldn't have felt like fire. He was everywhere. And yet... something wasn't right. Because behind the raw magnetism and reckless possessiveness, Aaradhya glimpsed something else in his eyes - a fracture. A fear. A plea. As if even he wasn't in control of what he was becoming. And Veer? He's starting to realize he isn't. Something - or someone - is pulling the strings. A story of obsession, identity, and one girl's war to protect her heart from a boy who doesn't even know if it belongs to him anymore. What if the villain was never meant to be one? What if he's just trying to fight the story he's been forced to live? The story gets updated every Saturday at 9:00 P.M.

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

She's a freshman. Sweet, kind... and secretly sassy. He's her senior. A bad boy. A billionaire. Trouble wrapped in perfection. Ananya Sharma enters college with dreams in her eyes and determination in her heart. She wants to study, make friends, and keep her life simple. What she doesn't want? To cross paths with Aarav Malhotra-the arrogant, dangerously handsome senior who rules the campus like it belongs to him. Their first meeting? A disaster. Her coffee. His shirt. His smirk. From that moment, war begins. He teases, she snaps back. He challenges, she refuses to bend. But the more they clash, the more sparks fly. And slowly, hate starts to blur into something else... something far more dangerous than either of them expected. Because once you get caught in Aarav Malhotra's world, there's no turning back. 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢_ "He's the storm I swore I'd avoid... but storms don't ask before they destroy." 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷_ "She's tiny, stubborn, and annoyingly impossible to ignore." 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢_ Love wasn't in the syllabus. But neither was Aarav Malhotra." 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷_ "She calls me arrogant. I call her mine-even if she doesn't know it yet." ********************************************************** trope: enemies to lover he fell first / she fell harder touch her and die Possessive male lead sassy female lead

( for people who add this book to the library, make sure you comment and vote too ) "Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 "𝐇𝐈𝐒" 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. The story of reincarnation, obsession, devotion and a love forged in fire. For Radhika Sharma, admission to the elite University was her ticket to a better life. But from the moment she clashes with Ansh Singhania, the devastatingly handsome, arrogant heir to the empire, her dream becomes a battlefield. Their first meeting ends in a fiery explosion of hatred. Ansh, humiliated, vows to make the scholarship student kneel before the entire campus. Yet, beneath the rage, both feel an unnerving connection-a pull as dangerous as it is undeniable. Just as their war of wills escalates, a new player enters the game: Kabir Singh Chauhan, the formidable 'Prince of Ajmer.' Where Ansh seeks to break her, Kabir desires to possess her, and he's willing to cross every line to make her his. Caught between the heir who hates her and the prince who covets her, Radhika becomes the object of their all-consuming obsession. In a world of power and privilege, two ruthless men are about to start a war where she is the ultimate prize.