A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap

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. ༻❁༺

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.

"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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♡ My heart started pounding when I saw him after ten long years. Those dark brown eyes, the way his dimples show when he smiles. Yes, it's him. My first love. I'm on cloud nine. I can't believe he's standing in front of me. My handsome. But then, reality hit me hard. He's not mine. He doesn't even know me. He might not even know I exist. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I faced the painful truth. He was my first crush, but over time, I fell deeply in love with him. I always waited for him, thinking I had lost him forever. I believed I'd never see him again. Today, seeing him after a whole decade, the pain is unbearable. I don't want to accept the truth. I want him to be mine. I want to be his. I want us to be together forever. Will he ever be mine? Will fate bring us together? Can I ever forget him? Will he ever accept me? To find out, dive into "HEARTFELT ROSES." Started on: 01/01/24 Ended on: 12/09/24 Copyright ©️2024

A delirious Shubman with very high fever calls Ishan when the team is in Delhi for their match against Afghanistan and babbles in punjabi thinking it to be his didi on the line

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Maybe sometimes love needs a second chance because it was not ready for the first time 🥀... Ekansh Malohtra a youngest buisness tycoon (28).. A man who is as strong as iron but her weakness is her daughter... Ruhi malohtra a 2 year girl wrap her around her fingers .In malohtra family there is something missing that is A female ... ekansh mother left her father... ekansh wife died while giving birth to Ruhi .. making his heart block for all emotions.... he has his father,his younger brother and her daughter. but his family wanted him to get married ... for the sake of her daughter he decided to marry her friend but what will happen when she will leave the mandap before marriage?? Ruhanika Sharma belongs to elite family... A strong, rebellious girl , sharp tongue... studying law (23years ) ... though she has a joint family but only person who cares for her is grandfather.... and she loves him a lot... Won't tell you much about story you have to read it and find yourself Tropes * grumpy ×sunshine * Single father *Second chance * Rom com ... Well if you have read my prior novels you must know my fictions are roller coaster so you will find every feelings. I hope you will have a good time reading this and you better vote and comment 🔪🙂

𝑺𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑿 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 "𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂? 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒉?" . . . . . A wedding meant for others. A marriage neither of them chose. A mistake that changed everything. Saher Kapoor never imagined walking down the aisle, especially not as a last-minute replacement for a bride who had vanished. Shaan Malhotra never expected to be forced into marriage, let alone with a stranger standing in place of his brother's bride. Yet, under the weight of family expectations and societal pressure, they are bound together-two people who were never meant to be. What starts as a reluctant union soon unravels secrets buried deep. Saher's past refuses to stay hidden, and Shaan's world is not as perfect as it seems. When love starts creeping into the cracks of their so-called mistake, ghosts of their pasts rise to tear them apart. But was this truly a mistake? Or was it destiny all along? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ TROPES Accidental Marriage Slow Burn Romance Grumpy X Sweet She fell first but he fell harder Age Gap (7 years) Protective Male Lead Billionaire Romance Social Activist X CEO 'My Wife' Each other's first Found Family 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𓆰𓆪 ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

𝓐 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 Can be read as standalone. ══════⊹⊱❖⊰⊹══════ Sometimes the best lies are the ones you have to live in. At twenty-one, Rhea Kashyap is done being protected. Raised by a single mother after her father walked out, Rhea has spent her life under the watchful- sometimes suffocating- care of her overprotective older brother, Kabir. So when he crosses a line in the name of 'looking out for her', she makes an impulsive decision. Determined to prove she can make her own choices, Rhea does the one thing she knows will shake her brother to the core- she proposes a fake relationship to Vidyut Sharma, Kabir's longtime rival and his wife's friend. At twenty-five, Vidyut is calm, guarded, and very aware that fake dating his best friend's sister is a terrible idea. He learned very young that attachment always comes with loss. So, he doesn't let him want what he can't afford to lose But when Rhea needs a place to stay- and a convincing boyfriend- he agrees to the rules: no feelings, no lines crossed, no complications. Living together was supposed to be temporary. Pretending was supposed to be easy. But stolen glances turn into late-night conversations, and playful lies begin to feel dangerously real. As family tensions rise and past wounds resurface, Rhea and Vidyut are forced to confront the one rule they are breaking most... falling for each other. She wanted freedom. He needed a distraction. Neither planned on falling in love.