𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | bang chan ♡︎ i hate the way he looks at me. i hate that stupid smirk he always wears. i hate him. and god, i think i want him anyway. ♡︎ warnings: - strong language - sexual content - mild violence best rankings: #1 hwanghyunjin 12.09.25 #1 jisung 23.11.25 #1 chan 28.12.25

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 [𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱] 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩à𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦l𝘴𝘶i𝘰𝘯. "Aditya, you were right. She's very innocent and naive," he said. Ruhi, upon hearing this, was taken aback. She continued to listen as Atharva said, "So what if I doesn't love her? It's her duty to please her husband." Ruhi's eyes filled with tears as she heard him mention that he had revealed the truth to her before Vikram did. Unable to bear the hurt, she disconnected the call. Atharva turned and saw her standing there with tears streaming down her face. "Was all of this a joke to you?" Ruhi asked, her voice trembling. Atharva approached her, holding her chin gently but firmly. "Why are you crying? Didn't you enjoy last night?" *** 𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘃 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 29 years old, workaholic crowned prince with anger issues. Cold, arrogant, and ruthless, he is determined to protect his family but struggles to show his love. His grandpa has chosen his bride, and he accepts without complaint. Will he ever learn to love her? 𝙍𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 : ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 25 years old, a kind and gentle girl from Delhi who adores K-dramas. Engaged in a long-distance relationship with her college boyfriend, she is surprised when her grandpa arranges her marriage to Atharav. How will she handle this unexpected turn?

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♬♩♪♩ [ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ] 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 30-year-old, 6'1", devilishly handsome man with a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, tan skin, brown eyes, and a chiseled six-pack physique that leaves women swooning. President of RK Groups, where work and friends mean everything to him. Once passionate about photography, he gave up his dreams to manage the family business after his younger brother became a lawyer. Rivaan is serious, responsible, and pragmatic but carries a deep resentment toward his circumstances. He was forced into marriage with a simple village girl, Preeti, due to his grandmother's insistence. Though he respects his grandmother, this marriage was never part of his plans, and adjusting to it will test his patience and resolve. ____________________________________ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 22-year-old village girl, standing 5'3", with an innocent, small, and cute face, a button nose, large brown eyes, and waist-length hair. Preeti is gentle, soft-spoken, and respectful of her elders. She has never ventured out of her village, where life was simple and her dreams modest. She accepted her arranged marriage without complaint, believing it to be her duty as a daughter, but she is unprepared for the challenges of life in a big city or the cold indifference of her husband. Despite her struggles, Preeti is determined to win over her new family and adapt to her unfamiliar world, but her journey will be anything but easy. ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦ ______________________________________ Don't forget to vote and comment 😁 Happy reading ❤️

[FEATURED IN OFFICIAL WATTPAD INDIA AND WATTPAD ROMANCE PROFILE] This is a standalone book in the series: Destined To Be. You can find more details on my profile. # HEAVY EDITING STARTING: 1st Jan 2025 ------ ❝Cat got your tongue, wifey?❞ Surprised, she froze like a statue, letting out a gasp as his touch, feather-light yet scorching, trailed down the column of her neck, igniting a wildfire beneath his fingertips. ❝I want to be a gentleman, as my Maa raised me to be, as this world sees me. But there's something in you, something very vexing that keeps testing my patience.❞ ------ Jagdish Veer Singh- The ideal god, the gem of the Singh household, the precious piece of his sweet mamma's heart, and the ever-caring charming gentleman... He agreed to marry the woman his mother chose as his perfect life partner. Little does he know that his life will change forever when the whirlwind of a wife steps into his house and unveils the true depths of his concealed character as she slowly clutches his soul with love. Nishita Pandit- The feminist, the princess of her parents, the travel enthusiast, the ambitious woman, the extreme extrovert, and the angry bird of Pune... She consented to marry a random guy because she liked his mother and thought it would be tough to come across another lady as enjoyable as Mrs. Singh. What will occur when she discovers that the man she wed is the complete antithesis of her ideal life partner? Is the chap Mrs. Singh passed off to her just a hopelessly boring offspring... Or is she missing something that her darling husband hides in plain sight? ----- [Completed] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [First Editing Done] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 100-150K] ----- © 2024 Suganthii Story Cover - Designing Pattern and Creative Idea © Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyr

"Aapki himmat kaise hui unse aise baat karneki??!" That's Samaira Rajput for you. She is sweet until you mess with her only two rules: Rule 1. NEVER talk bad about her parents Rule 2. If you're rude, you're out of her life Samaira means protected by God and well she is!. She's has it all, the looks? check, the big name? check, a loving family? check, a best friend? double check. She's beautiful, both inside out. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Is this what I pay you for?, You're fired". Rudraksh Arora, let me give you a disclaimer about this man, NEVER I repeat, never be late to meet him unless you want that day to be the last day of your life. Also there's just one more problem, he's extremely handsome with his 6'1 height and a physique to die for, it's hard to not fall for him. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° *SNEAKPEAK* "Naam jaan sakte hai aapka?" "Why? You've so many connections right? It's not difficult for you to find out a mere girl's name" "I don't have any time to go around and find out your name like an idiot, just tell me your name, mujhe rishta lekar aana hai tumhare ghar" "Jao nahi batate, dhund sakte ho toh dhundlo!" she turned around to leave making her hair flip on my face. She stopped midway and turn around to shout "Aur suniye!...... . . . . . Aap hai!" She shouted "Kya?" I shouted back due to the long distance between us "IDIOT" she shouted back and RAN!!! °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Their lives are tied together by a bitter secret of their past. Can they know the truth and still find a way to be together against the odds?

"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.

A Love Triangle. "In the heart of Seoul, where the city's rhythms are set by K-pop legends, a dance-obsessed exchange student finds herself brewing more than coffee as she navigates the dazzling world of fame and ambition, and discovers that sometimes, even the coldest hearts can't resist the sweetest of melodies."

Suki's passion for singing led her to meet a boy on the streets of Seoul. Little did she know, he would become her source of endless joy, filling her life with love and laughter. As she fell deeper for him each day, she found comfort in his embrace, where every smile was a song and every moment a dance of love.