[Student X Professor] Soha is a 22 year 2nd year medical student, in her college she meets her dad's friend's son as a professor. They both maintained professional relationship, never had feelings about each other until their families tied them up together. She is his baby He treats her like a kid

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

Vani Sisodiya has learned to never give up, no matter the situation. Despite everything, she still believes in a happily ever after. ​Until one day, her whole life takes a 180-degree flip. She walks into her brother's room mid-rant, completely unaware that the man standing in the shadows isn't her brother. ​It's her rival. But she doesn't know it yet, and she ends up holding a knife to his throat. ​Mistake. A big mistake. ​Because Ashrith Singh Rao is anything but a man you want to cross. A sociopath. A manipulator. ​That same night, the Sisodiya haveli is taken hostage. ​Vani thinks it's just a rivalry. But Ashrith isn't doing all this for a stupid feud. He is ready to end the game they started-and he's taking her down with it.

#Top 6 in India (19/04, 22/08/26) #Top 7 in India (23/08/26) 𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐮 ~𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ➺ 𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 x 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 Dark Romance | 18+ Izhaan Khan, a cold eyed business tycoon and single father, who has sworn never to let another woman close again. After his wife abandoned him the day she gave birth to their daughter and ran away with her lover, his world hardened into steel-silent, ruthless, unbreakable. His only weakness is his 6 month old baby girl, Ayla... and he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her. Noorain Siddiqui, once believed love was enough. She married the man she fall in love at first sight, the one to whome she trusted more than anyone else and married him against all the odds, her high profile status, and family disagreement. Only to be abused, used and discarded - called a burden by the very person who vowed to protect her. Her life shattered when she her baby the day she was born. Broken but breathing, Noorain escapes the marriage with her brother's help, determined to rebuild herself from the ashes. What happens when fate ties Izhaan and Noorain together? What happens when protection turns into longing and two people who never swore to love again starts falling for the second time again? But some ghosts don't stay burried. When secrets from thier past claw thier way back to their present. Now, Izhaan and Noorain must decide: Do they let fear and scars from their past, destroy their second chance at love - or do they fight for it, no matter the cost?

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆~ { ✨💞 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝑹𝑶𝑴-𝑪𝑶𝑴 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 💞✨} [ 𝓗𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻.] 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚: He is a successful businessman, known for his sharp mind and cunning strategies. To the outside world, he was perceived as a rude and arrogant individual. He wore his power like a badge of honor, often belittling others to make himself feel superior. He is not to mess with personality However, behind the closed doors ,he is a completely different man . Who believe in love and made a mind not to marry untill he find his dream girl who have every quality he wants from girl 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲: A talented surgeon . Her life revolved around her career, which she excelled at, and her young daughter, Mannat. She had experienced a toxic relationship in her past, which left her with a deep-rooted disbelief in love. She vowed never to let any men or love word interfere with her life again, focusing solely on her work and her daughter's happiness. One is trying to find true love and another vowed to never let love reach her again How they are going to find their way to love What will happen when they cross each other path. Will he able to bloom her life with his love or they will always be a stranger? "To know their beautiful journey read blooming love" 1st rank in Manik 1st rank in royal 1st rank in Blooming love 2nd rank in comedy 2nd rank in comedy-romance 9th rank in comedy-romance

[ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #𝟏 𝐎𝐅 '𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒] ╰┈➤ [𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚] ☆COMPLETED☆ '𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗤-𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗔' 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 '𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲' .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ ✮⋆˙ 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐊𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𖹭ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢ In the bustling corridors of KK Industry, Kriti Khurana stands as a formidable corporate leader. With a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue, she keeps emotions at bay, hiding a past filled with pain and secrets. To the world, she's all business-grumpy, guarded, and unapproachable. ✮⋆˙ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀 𖹭ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢ Ranveer Arora is the embodiment of warmth and optimism. Despite carrying the weight of personal loss, he meets each day with a smile, finding joy in the little things and spreading light wherever he goes. He's the sunshine to Kriti's storm. ⛦⛦⛦ She's grumpy. He's sunshine. And when their worlds collide, sparks rise like fireflies in the dark. As their lives intertwine, Kriti starts questioning the walls she once trusted, while Ranveer uncovers feelings he thought were long gone. Together, they learn the quiet bravery of healing and the tender weight of a second chance. In this tale of unlikely hearts, can a guarded executive and a bright soul find a love that bridges their differences? 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 🍾 ➵ #2 on Top 10 in India on 4th April, 2025 ➵ #4 on Top 10 in india on 2nd May, 2025 ➵ Featured on @Romance in 'Slow Burn' A/N : This is my first time writing a story, so there might be a few mistakes along the way. I hope you'll be patient with me, and I promise I'm trying my best.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Heart Series #3: A Broken Heart Meant to Heal Anvi Rajput, 19, was destined for a royal marriage-promised to a king as part of a long-standing alliance between families. But Anvi had other plans. In a moment of rebellion, she storms through her university corridors and drags her brother's best friend into an empty room-asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend, just to escape the marriage arranged for her. What starts as an act of defiance soon turns into something far more dangerous. She falls-deeply, emotionally, and unconditionally. Abayansh Chaudhary, 24, is no ordinary man. A brilliant neurologist by day... and a cold, calculating killer of criminals by night. A man who has never allowed himself to feel, never planned to let anyone close. Until Anvi. She crashes into his life like a storm-unexpected, uncontrollable, and impossible to ignore. What begins as an arrangement turns into obsession. Desire. Addiction. Lust. But love was never meant for someone like him. When Anvi breaks their engagement, he shatters her with cruel words- "It's fucking good to get rid of you." Breaking her... again and again. Five years later, when Anvi is ready to marry someone else-the man her father chose-Abayansh returns. Darker. More dangerous. More possessive. And this time... he doesn't ask. He takes. What happens when a broken love returns with vengeance? Can a heart destroyed so brutally... ever truly heal? Follow me on Instagram - @authorayewrites And on Rowllr for early updates.

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.