"If two people fall in love and their parents meet and get them married, we call it a 'love-cum-arranged' marriage. Then why can't we call an arranged marriage-where the couple falls in love during the process and eventually gets married-an 'arranged-cum-love' marriage?" So here's the discription you're looking for 👀 "Aditya Narayan Iyer is a brilliant, yet intensely reserved medical professor At AIMS Chennai, whose strict demeanor and unwavering dedication to his craft, conceal a complex and deeply guarded heart." "Mahalakshmi swaminathan is a sweet and bubbly medical student, who's a total goofball with friends, but gets a little nervous around new people, and secretly dreams of breaking free from her family's expectations to forge her own path". What if this strict professor got arranged to marry his not so good ( as he believed ) student. Previously known as "The traditional match" Trops(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠) ✧ Age gap ✧ Arranged marriage ✧ Professor×Student ✧ Grumpy×Sunshine

"Did you just touch my door knob with your hand?" she asked disgustingly looking between his hand and the door's knob. "I didn't know we touch it by leg" he replied rolling his eyes. "What do you want?" she queried making distance from him. "Actually, I was making a cake but didn't realize I was running out of dark chocolate. And it's raining outside. So, do you have dark chocolate?" he explained looking at his wristwatch. Dark chocolate? I have heard it is beneficial in increasing stamina for......ewww!!! Her subconscious commented. "No! and definitely not for you!" she shouted and slammed the door on his face. "She is crazy!" "He is disgusting!" ..... Cover- @Lady_whistleup

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

Former title - Jab We Met "Don't forget it's just an act. We are not a real husband and wife. We are just roommates. And that's never gonna change. So just stay away from me." Ruhi Shah is used to playing by the rules-until the rules refuse to work in her favor. As a civil engineer stepping into a competitive world, she's determined to prove herself. But in Ahmedabad, when discriminatory landlords in Ahmedabad refuse to rent her an apartment because she's single, she's forced to take drastic measures. Enter Aniket Patel, a carefree software engineer in desperate need of a place to stay. The solution? A simple, no-strings-attached deal: a one-year fake marriage to secure a rental flat in an exclusive couples-only community. -they set ground rules: ✔ No real emotions. ✔ No unnecessary interactions. ✔ Absolutely, under no circumstances, will they forget that this is all just pretend. But pretending isn't easy when you're stuck in a one-bedroom apartment with a man who lives to break every rule Ruhi has ever set for herself. She's all about order and precision. He thrives in chaos. She works late nights, leaving coffee cups everywhere; he cleans obsessively, throwing away things that matter to her. She wants distance. He teases her just to get a reaction. when nosy neighbors, a suspicious landlord, and unexpected emotions start blurring the lines between real and pretend, Ruhi and Aniket are forced to ask themselves one terrifying question-what if their rental marriage agreement isn't just a contract anymore? Love was never part of the deal. But neither was falling for each other. For fans of slow-burn romance, forced proximity, and heartfelt humor, The Rental Marriage Agreement is a story about love that begins as a contract-but refuses to stay one.

Jai Agnihotri (28) Our Handsome Cardiologist. Staying in his village running a clinic of his own, a well mannered and Educated Hottie of his Village. He who is so focused towards his work and is Pure Desi encounters with Vishakha Arora, (26) who is a psychiatrist, she wants to run away from her work place and have her own hospital to stay away from the hell. She loves her work but not her boss (female). She is Modern and want's a break from her job and she do gets it but to somewhere she isn't willing to go her Fathers Village. There she meets Jai in the most amazing way, which starts hatred/Fight among them. Will this hatred change into love? What will happen when Vish will go to stay up in a place where she doesn't want to go? You will get all the answers ! Open the book and fall into their world ! now jump out from Aarav, Varun, Rahul and Aryan's book for a while ! Give Chance to this Doctor now, maybe he can be your next favourite Lead (for girls) and for Boys maybe Vish the best lead 😉. (Chapter 60 of to make him smile have a glimpse of them (vish and Jai)) This book is my original work so any one who tries go copy any of my work, I will complain about copyright against him/her for stealing my work. Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! (Sorry for sounding rude but My work means a lot to me) #1 Rank - Indian #23 Rank - Hatelove #123 Rank - India #30 Rank - DoctorLove #15 Rank - Sensual #3 Rank Enemies to Lovers

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 *Whispers Between the Lines* 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠...... She rose from fire, wrapped in white... Not as a victim. But as a verdict. Abhira Malhotra is back-but with pain in her chest, fire in her voice, and justice in her veins. The world stole everything from the one person who gave her everything. Now she's coming for it all. And behind her... Silent. Steady. Terrifying in his stillness... Stands Arnav Singh Raizada. Her past. Her protector. The man who carries another's pulse and eyes-and yet, still only ever looked at her. She doesn't remember their love. He never forgot. And when the world tells her she's alone in this war- He's the quiet storm who'll burn it down if she bleeds again. "𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯." 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅.

In a city where dreams glimmer like the lights that never sleep, two souls moved through life unaware of the invisible thread tying them together. Abhira Malhotra's world was a canvas of laughter, late-night playlists, and courtrooms imagined in her dreams. Draped in silks and sunshine, she carried joy in her stride and rebellion in her smile. A daughter, a sister, a singer hiding behind the name 'Aashi'-she was everything the world expected and yet something more, something secret. Miles away, in the quiet corners of discipline and duty, Arjun Rathore's life beat to a different rhythm. Scarred by a tragedy that stole his childhood, he built his world around promises-promises to protect, to serve, to never let history repeat. With a soldier's resolve and a brother's love, he moved forward, not knowing fate was already scripting a detour. Between them stood a world of contrasts-wealth and wounds, music and metal, laughter and longing. And yet, the universe, with its wicked sense of humor and silent grace, had already spun its web. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳.

A forced marriage. A silent war. A game of distance neither can afford to lose. For a year, Areeba Asfand kept her husband at arm's length- strict rules, cold silences, and separate lives. Rayyan Ahsan let her pretend their marriage was nothing but a contract. Until now. With his parents coming to stay for three months, the illusion shatters. No more distance. No more silence. Now, they must pretend. But the more they fake it, the more blurred the lines become. Because the real danger isn't their families finding out the truth. It's them realizing they don't want to be strangers anymore. ✨ A slow-burn, forced proximity, marriage-of-convenience story filled with tension, longing, and an undeniable pull neither of them can ignore. ✨

She was never meant to be his. But destiny doesn't ask for permission. Meet Fatima Zahra, 22 years old. A radiant soul-loving, beautiful, full of life. An extrovert with a warm heart, she wears joy like a second skin. But behind her laughter lies a quiet strength and a deep sense of responsibility. Then there's Umar-33, calm and composed. Gentle by nature, yet strikingly handsome in a way that makes silence feel louder around him. An introvert, thoughtful and kind, carrying the weight of loss with quiet grace. Umar was her cousin. Her brother-in-law. Her sister Haneefa's husband. That was-until tragedy took Haneefa away, leaving behind their two-month-old twins, Anam and Anim-and a void too large to fill. When Fatima is forced into marrying Umar to help raise her sister's children, her world begins to unravel. The man she once looked up to like an older brother becomes her husband. And with that, everything changes. She didn't choose this life. But maybe... fate did. How do you love someone you were never meant to love? How do you find peace when guilt holds your heart hostage? And what if... love dares to grow where pain once lived? In a story where duty blurs with destiny, and heartbreak dances with hope, Fatima must navigate grief, forbidden emotions, and the quiet pull of Qadr-the divine will she never saw coming. Fatima never dreamed of a life like this. But sometimes, the hardest stories... are the ones written by destiny. And sometimes, the person you're not supposed to love -is the only one who can make your broken heart beat again. Now the questions remain... Can you choose love when it feels like betrayal? Can your heart bloom in the shadow of another woman's memory-especially when that woman was your sister? Is this sacrifice? Or is it fate-disguised as pain? Will she ever truly love him? Will he ever see her as his wife, not just the mother of his children? Well.. There's only one way to find out.

To my surprise, he looked up and our eyes met. Embarrassed, I quickly closed the window, feeling a rush of heat on my cheeks. I hadn't expected him to notice me observing him.