Page 1- How do most of the romance movies start? Probably with the 'SWEET' girl giggling and smiling showing off her soft personality. That doesn't mean I'm sour or some hard girl just because my story literally starts with the bride jumping off the window. Or worse? That too with the groom! Oh well, Why the hell am I even comparing my trailer sized life with a movie? Moreover, Romance in my life? NAHHH! ~ "You want me to kiss you here, infront of everyone, sweetheart? Is that how much I've spoiled you?"

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

[Under slow editing] #Book1 of 'Power'. "The peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked, scanning it. "No! It tastes better!" My eyes widened and I looked at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞~ "𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦?" I asked as she dabbed the cotton on my wound carefully. "𝘒𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪!" Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine, and you-" I pointed a finger to his face, snarling, "-you dare to do it everytime". He smiled, leaning in as he breathed, "My fiesty lioness." I glared back, my voice calm as I hissed, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness." ~𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞~ "SHE IS MINE. Get that into your bloody head!" "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again." ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬~ When Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan. Tied in an arranged marriage none of them desire as the two CEOs are forced to stay under the same roof. The clash of power. Fire and Ice. The pasts are revealed. Enemies lurking in shadows as the scars resurface. And when the truth is revealed, faces are unmasked. But will the love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obses

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."

ONGOING "I hate you," "I don't think you do," he cups my face, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I really do," "Lying isn't good for you beautiful," "Has anyone every told you that you suck?" "No?" "Well I guess there's a first for everything. You suck. " "I love it when you talk dirty to me," ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° HIGHEST RANKS #2 in heartfelt #1 in attractive #3 in cliche ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° Belle Huxley was a talkative girl in college that majored in music. She wanted someone who would listen to her ramble about her favourite artists and sing late night songs with her. Belle was always up for friends, even when she had troubled with them in the past. Even when her mental health drowns her. Hunter Maxwell was the popular hockey player who wanted no distractions. His one and only goal is to play professional hockey after he graduates and observes rather than talk. But he can't when he's so drawn to her. She brought him out of his shell and he's hates that he likes that. He was blunt and bold, a guy with no filter. She was caring and happy, a girl who was extremely talkative. Even with a horrible past. Maybe opposites do attract. Maybe. ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° "I'm going to shove your hockey stick up your ass," "Is that your way of saying you love me?" ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° NO SMUT IM SORRY.