The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

Nyra Sharma is a student. Eshan Mathur is her professor. That much is enough to ruin everything. They know the rules. They know the consequences. And they know that what grows between them is called a sin. Every lecture is a battle. Every glance is a risk. Every silence screams what they refuse to say out loud. In a world that would never forgive them, Nyra fights her feelings with guilt, while Eshan fights his with restraint-until restraint begins to crack. ---- "Sir... we can't," Nyra whispers, fear trembling in her voice. "They'll say this is a sin." He looks at her then-not as a professor, not as a man bound by rules-but as someone who has already fallen too deep. "Then let's sin properly, jaan." --- A forbidden love where morality clashes with desire, where society draws lines but hearts refuse to listen. This is not just a professor-student story. It's a tale of choosing love when the world demands sacrifice and paying the price for it.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬." ⋆˚࿔ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 ⋆˚࿔ ᥫ᭡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬ᥫ᭡ Fate writes everyone's story, doesn't it? Fucking bullshit.He wrote every damn chapter of her life, etched her name into his heartbeat, and left her burning in his story. Five years ago, something happened, and everything fell apart. He chose revenge. She lost everything. And two other hearts never even got the chance to begin. Now, fate drags them back into a story that was never truly over. Unspoken truths, unforgotten wounds, and secrets buried so deep even they don't know they exist begin to surface. This isn't just about broken love, it's about a past that's been waiting, written long before they ever met.A past that binds them in ways they could never have imagined. To the world, they are power, pride, untouchable legacy...but beneath the surface, it is the 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 that hold them together... and threaten to tear them apart. Step into 'Sins of Heart', where secrets, betrayals, and a love that refuses to die collide. When old wounds bleed and forbidden desires awaken, will The Reckoning set her free... or prove she was always his?

"I want to run from the city I once dreamed of living in... all because of a man.A man who's a mafia lord. A CEO. And my obsessive stalker. I know I can't escape from reality. And in reality he has all the ability to find me from anywhere." - Tiara "She is mine. She just doesn't know it yet.She owns the heart of a mafia - I saw her , fall for her and even wait for her to grow up. So after everything if I have to cage her to keep her, I will." - Rudraveer She's a sweet,bubbly Bengali artist. He's a cold, possessive Punjabi mafia lord. She dreams in colors. He moves in shadows. She wants freedom. He wants her-only her. Two opposite worlds. One dangerous obsession. And a love story twisted with power, passion, and pain. 🔞 A small warning: This story may contain mature themes, strong language, and smut. So if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip it - no hard feelings. Also, Rudraveer can act like a psychopath sometimes. Yes, he's dangerous. Yes, there's violence. But there will be reasons for everything, I promise. Let's start this rollercoaster now. I hope you feel all the love, chaos, and intensity I poured into it. Thank you for being here.

He never bowed his head to the world. But he never noticed when he knelt for her. A cold mafia man who never even thought to marry. Is now in a arranged marriage with a sweet, shy girl. And he is finding himself getting Soft Only For Her. ---------------------- 》 Tara Shekhawat × Hriday Rajvanshi ♡ At the charity gala, where all the big names were present today. Including the superstars, supermodels, Top buisnessmen, And also some undercover Mafias. Was also present Hriday, with his wife. Lights were flashing, cameras were capturing everything nonstop. Tara was new for such events, she got nervous. All cameras were searching for Hriday Rajvanshi's new wife. Then she noticed her heel was not tied properly, she became more camera conscious and quickly tried to tie it properly but before she could crouch to do so...Hriday had noticed and he was already crouching infront of her, tieing her heels properly. All the noise was gone, everyone was silent. Cameras capturing everything quickly for tomorrow's headlines....As Hriday Rajvanshi, the arrogant rude cold mafia who never even looked down in front of the cameras was on on his knees in front of HIS woman not caring about cameras.

"Main jaldi gussa ho jati hoon." Her voice was soft as she spoke without looking at him. "Main mana lunga" His voice was calm with a small smile. "Main bahut nakhre karti hoon". She said raising her chin with a challenge in her tone. He leaned closer his tone gentle. "Main aapke nakhre bhi utha lunga"...He said it not like a promise, but a vow. She glanced at him just for a second before looking away again. "Overthink karne ki...bahut buri aadat hai mujhe." His voice dropped a little as he whispered in her ear. "Toh main over explain karne ki achi aadat bana lunga". Silence stretched between them. Yashasvi turned to face him, mock anger visible in her eyes. " Main tumhari pitaai kar dungi" He laughed softly, his eyes twinkled. "Kar do na....issi bahane haath to lagaogi" He winked playfully, and for a fleeting second her lips curved despite herself. But then her voice dropped. "Main baat baat pe rone lag jati hoon" . She said looking down, her voice barely above a whisper. He paused for a moment. "Toh hum dono sath me ro lenge". There was something raw in the way he said it. She blinked fast, fighting the lump in her throat. " Main aapse kabhi pyaar nahi karungi". Her voice firm but trembling. Advik stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist looking straight in her eyes. "Aap bas saans lijiye madam jii....aapse pyaar hum kar lenge".

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦" 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 "𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 " (𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊) ✧⁠◝A suspense thriller romance◜⁠✧ (Under major editing. Read it at your own risk) A tale of four families, trapped in threads of love, Obsession and blood. The secrets that should have been buried deep but have relived with new faces again. Four couples, four bloodlines writing a new dynasty with obsession and destruction. A haunted past that hover over them like an undeniable curse. A love so deep that it's both sin and salvation. Read to find out, what destiny had planned for them when the past curses the future, destroys and rebuild it again-just to bury it deep into the ground once again erasing it's trance.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆