"He ruled one-third of the world. She ruled him." When Sharanya Shekhawat, a bubbly, clumsy MBA student from Bihar, arrives at the royal Rajvansh wedding, she expects chaos, over-the-top decor, and unlimited laddoos - not to end up smearing haldi on India's most feared and powerful billionaire: Kritarth Rajvansh. He's thirty-one. Cold. Ruthless. A walking headline. The king of business. She's twenty-three. Loud. Kind. Clumsy. The life of every party. She talks too much. He barely blinks. She trips into him. He tries not to fall for her. But fate - and Kritarth's matchmaking mother - have other plans. Amidst grand haveli functions, wedding madness, and fiery accidental run-ins, Kritarth finds himself drawn to the girl who's everything he shouldn't want... but can't stay away from. And Sharanya? She's just trying to survive the royal glare without causing another disaster. A slow-burn, dual POV story of obsession, banter, family chaos, and the kind of love that starts with hate and ends in devotion. ✨ Tropes: Slow Burn Grumpy × Sunshine CEO x Student Age Gap Love at First Sight Family Matchmaking Accidental Touches Indian family Chaos Obsession Hidden Behind Coldness He fell first and harder Enemies to lover Arranged marriage

On Hiatus "why are you hanging on a tree" "o-oh about that... don't get scared okay.... I'm actually a spirit" "wh-what" To find out what happened next please read my book. Top- Taehyung Bottom Jeongguk Smut (a little bit 🤏) Fluff Swearing Self abuse Suicide Please read at your own risk. Before writing any triggering scene I will put a 😔😔😔emoji when it will end I will put 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 emoji

She is a force cloaked in contradiction-a fiercely intelligent Indian CEO whose soft voice hides a will as unbreakable as the ancient roots of her heritage. Grace and grit blend in every calculated move she makes, but beneath her calm lies a tempest of secrets-wounds carved deep by loss and challenges, scars she guards fiercely. She commands boardrooms with quiet authority, yet no one truly knows the fire smoldering just beneath her surface-a fire that threatens to consume everything she's built. Driven by a fierce desire to protect her future and shape her destiny, when her world collides with his, nothing will ever be the same. He is an intoxicating storm-an Italian billionaire whose intense gaze pierces through the façades of everyone around him. Born into privilege but forged in pain, his obsession is a dangerous dance between power and destruction. His past is a labyrinth of shadows that no fortune can illuminate, and his hunger for control borders on madness. He moves through his empire with a magnetic intensity, leaving a trail of broken walls and guarded hearts. But with her, his desire is something more-a consuming fire that could either save or destroy them both. Beneath his commanding exterior lies a fractured man battling demons only she dares to face. He is a king in a gilded cage, and his obsession with her is the key to his freedom-or his downfall. He's the ruthless Italian mafia king. She's the fierce Indian businesswoman. Two worlds collide, one dangerous love unfolds. Can love heal the scars of power and pain?

"Jay... don't leave me" [Completed]

He was never meant to be part of Jay's story. Jungwon burned too bright for a world built on shadows. A starboy worshiped by cameras carried on waves of rhythm-golden and untouchable in the spotlight. The kind of light the world chases. The kind Jay was trained to erase. Park Jay. Silent. Calculated. Dangerous. A ghost in human skin. A name whispered only in fear. A man who ends stories before they begin. When a ruthless rival company orders Jungwon's erasure- not just from the stage, but from every memory- Jay is sent in, cloaked in calm, wearing the mask of a manager. Close. Controlled. Cold. He thought it would be simple. Stars fall all the time. All he had to do was guide this one into the dark. But Jungwon isn't just light. He's laughter echoing down empty hallways. He's reckless late-night rehearsals and spontaneous smiles that shouldn't exist. He's curiosity where there should be distance. And worst of all-he sees through Jay's silence. He looks at him like he already knows. Now, the mission blurs. The lines tangle. And Jay-who's never failed-finds himself doing the impossible. He hesitates. Because this isn't just a job anymore. It's an interlude. A pause. A breath. A boy who shouldn't matter- but somehow, does. And Jay can't look away. Not from the way Jungwon dances. Not from the way he shines. Not even when he's supposed to pull the trigger.

Jungwon's got a crush. He's the perfect boy - he's cute, he's polite, and he's a great cook. Even Jungwon's friends like him. The catch? He's a robot. ✎ jaywon ! ★ completed ♡ Highest Rankings: [#1 in Jaywon] 🥇 [#1 in Jungwon] 🥇 [#1 in Sunki] 🥇 [#1 in Ni-Ki] 🥇 [#1 in Heejake] 🥇 [#1 in ENHYPEN] 🥇 [#1 in TXT] 🥇 [#1 in Taehyun] 🥇 [#2 in Yeonjun] 🥈 [#2 in Soobin] 🥈 [#3 in HueningKai] 🥉

"When the war is over, we'll get married and I'll grow flowers like you, and our story will be one of the most beautiful love tales in the universe." - a letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier ; Captain Jungkook Jeon, 1895. Taekook fanfiction notes 🎨: - heavy angst❗️ - please don't read if you have a weak heart ❗️ - this is a historical au but none of the plots happened in real life. All of these are fictional. Written by @ARTSEOULVK on Twitter