"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

"why the fuck did you go on a date with him? he is not even your type!!" he growls. "so what? he is friendly and nice to me" I replied confidently. "NO, HE IS NOT NICE!!! he wants you because you're....beautiful" he said looking directly in my eyes! "Viaan! stop being so annoying...and let me go! he is waiting for me" I said. As I was about to leave, he held my hands and in a millisecond I was pinned to his car. I was shocked by this action of his. He never behaved like this but today he was in different mood. "What a-are you d-doing?" I said. We were so close that our lips were almost touching and then he bends towards my neck and kiss it. I swear that feeling was so amazing... I loved it but I didn't show it on my face, but then he looked at me with his dark brown eyes, and stared at me for a couple of seconds. "If you didn't leave for home right now! I will kiss the fuck out of you, until you become breathless" he said in his deep voice without breaking the eye contact. Honestly that was hot....but this is not the time for this. "And why are you suddenly so interested in my personal life? Are you jealous of Abhay?" I said without looking at him. "Do not try me! I said go home!!" I sensed that he is angry. "Oh yeah? don't try you? what will you do Mr. Raghuvanshi?" I said in a sarcastic way. To which he smirked. and said "don't ask for something you can't handle baby" What did he just say.....Baby? "I'm not your baby". "Are you sure?" he smirked again. Why the hell he's keep doing that. ......... Tropes - Friends to Lovers CBI officer × Teacher Past is Involved No cheating Mention of Domestic violence (not by Male Lead) Torture on Female lead (obviously not by Male Lead) #1 hers #19 slowburn #7 desiromance

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

He was filled with ego, rudeness, and cruelty. Every girl throws themselves on him just for his looks and money, but there is only one girl in his life that is his girlfriend, who is a famous model. He loves his family and best friend a lot. He is from a high-class family and hates middle-class people. He thought that one day he would marry his girlfriend, but fate played a game and he got a middle-class girl who is beautiful yet caring. She knows how to be happy with small things. She had never dreamt of a becoming the wife of high-class man. She was happy in her small world, which consisted of her mom, sister, and two best friends who could do anything for her happiness. But one fine day, the situation forces her to step into another world, a world of high-class people. Her fate binds her with him, who hates her to the depths. Will she ever be able to find happiness in her new world? Will his hatred turn into love? Will their marriage work or will they return to their old life? He is Mr. Shourya Kapoor, and she is Miss. Khushi Raichandr. ▪▪▪▪▪ NOTE This is my first story and English is not my native language so there will be a lots of grammatical mistakes so please don't discourage me by putting harsh comments. PLEASE DONT TRY TO STEAL MY WORK I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT. I DON'T ALLOW MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY WAY OR ADAPTED IN ANY WAY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Copyright ©️ 2021 by Vel

They weren't lovers. They weren't even friends. Just two strangers chosen for each other by fate and family. From the very first moment he sees her, something inside him settles. Her soft laughter, her gentle eyes, the quiet grace she carries everywhere she goes. There is no hesitation, no doubt. She feels like home. And to her, he becomes comfort. The calm in her storms, the softness in her days, the man whose simple presence makes her heart breathe easier. No drama. No games. No complicated pasts. Just two people learning to fall in love in the most effortless, heartwarming way through conversations, small moments, shared smiles, and a marriage planned long before their hearts caught up. This isn't a story of chaos. It is a story of purity, trust, warmth, and a quiet love that grows stronger with every day they spend together. A simple arranged marriage. A gentle beginning. A forever that unfolds softly.

𝘈𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦⋆୨୧˚ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲? 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." _____｡⁠☆ 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. '𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?' 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. '𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄.' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. ᴗ⁠•✧⁠*๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑～⁠♡ 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3

In your eyes , I see my future and it's fucking gorgeous. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ "I am sorry" Varahi apologised almost in a whisper as his jaw flexed , the tears in her eyes threatening to fall. Avyaan scoffed , "Baby, sorry for?" He asked softly , his expressions and rage in his eyes screaming differently. "Please" Varahi whispered , this was too much. She wasn't ready to play silent treatment any more. "Hmm?" Avyaan hummed , leaning closer asking her to elaborate. His knee slipped between her legs as he shoved her body more into the wall while pushing his body more in hers making sure that she wasn't hurt by any chance. His grip softly forces her face up to align with his. His eyes dropped down to her lips before meeting her weary eyes. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?