𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 is bold, fiery, and fiercely independent. She thrives on challenges, especially against her rival Zayden, and answers to no one but her family. ━━༺✿༻━━ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐧 is a confident, powerful force who thrives on competition. He clashes with his rival Zara but hides a vulnerable side beneath his tough exterior. ━━༺✿༻━━ Zara Ashford and Zayden Drakon have always been fierce rivals, their fiery clashes sparking tension and competition at every turn. When an arranged marriage binds them together, their animosity takes a new form, igniting a dangerous chemistry neither can ignore. As they navigate their tumultuous relationship, both struggle with their strong egos and stubborn pride. What begins as a battle of wills soon reveals deeper emotions, forcing them to confront their unspoken feelings. Will they surrender to the undeniable attraction, or will their fierce rivalry keep them locked in a cycle of conflict? In a story where passion collides with pride, Zara and Zayden must decide if they can turn their enemies-to-lovers dynamic into something real. ━━༺✿༻━━ ~𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬~ •Enemies with benefits •Red Flag × Red Flag •Contract Marriage •Elder son × Elder daughter •Fashion designer × Actress •Ego×Ego •Dark Romance ━━༺✿༻━━ This is my original work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy.

Prem-Leela Series Book- 01 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚) "Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered. I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces and politics? And yet, I found myself saying yes. In a sunlit courtyard filled with the fragrance of marigolds and the cheers of villagers, I became Mrs. Regal Rathore, Queen of Raipur. But this was more than a marriage; it was a rebirth. Mature content ahead! Started - 4.07.2024 Ended - 6.04.2025 Copyrightnwanaa©2024_™

I see her... she's standing in my room, glowing. Draped in a deep red saree that hugs her curves like it was stitched by desire itself. Her long hair flows down in soft waves, her maang tikka catching the light. Her lips-those familiar, infuriating, plump lips-glossed and slightly parted. She looks... like a bride. My bride. I forget to breathe. The room is quiet, dimly lit. She doesn't say a word-just looks at me. Not shy, not bold. Just... there. As if she belongs. My steps are slow as I walk toward her. My hand lifts on its own, trailing gently along the silk of her saree until it reaches her bare waist. Warm. Soft. Real. She doesn't flinch. Her eyes hold mine, and I'm not sure if my heart is racing or stopping. My gaze drops to her lips. God. I lean in, one hand resting on her waist, the other brushing her cheek. Her breath warms mine. My eyes flutter shut, lips just inches from hers... Knock. Knock. I freeze. My lips hover, not touching. "Who's knocking?" I whisper, eyes still closed. She giggles. "Open your eyes and see." I frown. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder now. Her voice begins to fade. "Open your eyes, Aarav..." she whispered near my lips. ____ She came to the city chasing her dreams. He became the distraction she never saw coming. And what will happen when Aarav and Priya's fathers clash with each other? To find the answers to all these questions, you'll have to read this story. So please read this story and shower it with lots of love. And don't forget to follow me! 🤞😘💖

Tropes Forced Arranged marriage Enemies to lovers Banter Billionaire North Indian X South Indian Best friend's brother Sassy heroine Smut Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she's officially living in her worst nightmare. HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch a three-hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins on everyone's shocked face). ❌ That's worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job.This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation. KARTHICK: If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you really need to pee. She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence. The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage, accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get... and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding. It's an all out war.