_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

He salutes the nation. I flip it off. Major Aryan Singh Rathore-32, disciplined, khadi-level khadoos, and unfortunately, my brother's best friend. Me? Vihaan Malhotra-18, first-year DU ka nawab, zero filter, maximum chaos. He thinks he can control me just because he wears that uniform and barks orders. I live to make him lose that perfect military composure. Too bad the hate feels a lot like heat

Harry Potter was the boy who lived. The one destined to take down He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Hermione Granger was the most brightest witch of her generation. Number one in their year. But, what was Ron Weasley? He wasn't prophecised for anything. Wasn't as bright. He often felt like a nobody, like he wasn't important. But as he and Harry broke the surface of the Black Lake, and as he felt Harry clinging to him like a lifeline, everything changes for Ron. (Cross posted on ao3 under the same name and title. I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters. All rights go to J.K.Rowling. I also don't own the fan art I use.)

Desperate situations demands drastic solutions, so when neither Harry nor Ron is able to find a date for the upcoming Yule Ball, a surprising suggestion comes from Harry. It leads to an eventful week where lines becomes increasingly blurred. Status: Completed (16 200 words). Not edited. Rights of these characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The photo-rights belongs to Universal.

When Ron, Harry, Dobby and company escaped from Malfoy Manor they couldn't take Hermione with them... To know what happens next, just read :) ❀ ❀ ❀ SEQUEL: Bellamione - Still Possible ♡ (Yes I'm writing a sequel! You can find it on my profile!) ❀ ❀ ❀ Trigger warning: (this story contains or may contain) violence, blood, pain, self harming, some cursing, sexual references, sexual harassment, physical and mental abuse, etc... well, you know, Bella is not exactly the sweetest person... (Tho it's not going to be always like this ♡ ) There could be some mistakes since English is not my first language. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the relative characters, places, names etc... The beginning of this story is set in the Deathly Hallows time, so Hermione is 17+/18 years old. Hope you enjoy!

Ishan Gupta, a beautiful omega, only wanted to celebrate his best friend's wedding. But he never imagined that a storm wrapped in a tailored suit would walk into the glittering reception hall and turn his whole life upside down. Because that night, Arjun Malhotra saw him. A powerful alpha feared in boardrooms and whispered about in the shadows... set his gaze on the innocent omega. One look was all it took. And the predator chose his prey. What began as interest soon twisted into something deeper... something darker. To Arjun, Ishan became an addiction. To Ishan, Arjun became a nightmare wrapped in obsession. As their worlds collide, the lines blur between possession, control, longing, and desire. What begins then is a dark, consuming love neither of them can escape. After all... who could ever save Ishan from being claimed by the Alpha CEO?

Snarry. Explicit. He hadn't meant to. He really hadn't meant to. It sort of just came out. He didn't even know what he was doing in the teacher's lounge but before he could tell his body not to do anything stupid, his feet had taken him to where he knew Professor Snape was, but he stood there looking at the older man, those black soulful eyes staring at him like they always did when he was angry. "I'm in love with you, Professor." Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His words were out in the open, and there was nothing he could do about it. All the professors at Hogwarts knew how he felt, and he couldn't go back now. The man he'd grown to love stood there, speechless, his eyes narrow and skin pale. "Get out." He spat. His words made Harry physically recoil into himself as his venomous voice pierced through his ears. "But sir." If it was even possible, Snape's eyes narrowed into even smaller slits until his eyes were almost closed. "Get. Out." He spat again this time a bit more angry than before, "before I throw you out!" Harry quickly walked out of the room, tears falling down his face. The cover photo/ artwork for this story belongs to the original artist

18 lonely years Severus has been without his vampiric mate. Now, another has come into his inheritance... Disclaimer* STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME

What begins as a reconciliation turns into so much more, especially when one must contend with war, possible loss of family, and the unknown.

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈) "𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠." 🌹 When 𝑽𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, an outspoken doctor, dares to challenge 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚, the ruthless and power-hungry chief minister, she unknowingly seals her fate. Her defiance ignites his fury, and in a move of revenge, he forces her into a marriage she never wanted. But Vaishali isn't one to surrender-if he wants a battle, she's ready to give him one. What begins as a war of dominance turns into something far more dangerous as secrets unravel and hidden identities come to light. Beneath her white coat, Vaishali carries a past that could shake the very foundations of power Hemansh stands on. As the lines between love and hate blur, so do the rules of the game they're playing. In a world where power is everything, will love be their greatest strength-or their ultimate downfall? 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖