so this story is about Abhimanyu Singh and Trisha sharma Abhimanyu singh the great ruthless business man of all time living in udaipur who is known as the devil of business world but has a soft corner for his family... Trisha sharma a famous fashion designer in udaipur sweet bubbly girl who loves everyone but one should never come on her bad side... He fell first she fell harder and he fell the hardest He is ice she is the warmth that he need He is careless She is caring he is the pain she is the painkiller both needed each other what will happen when they meet??? let's find out.....

Abhiveer singh rajvansh In a palace echoing with the weight of legacy, power, and male dominance, Abhiveer Singh Rajvansh stands as the silent storm. The second son of the royal Rajvansh family, he carries the fire of a warrior and the grace of a king. He doesn't speak unless necessary-but when he does, people listen. Not because he demands it, but because his presence leaves no room for anything less. Noorika thakur Noorika built her empire brick by brick, fueled by ambition and unshaken grace. Calm, poised, and always three steps ahead-she's the kind of woman who lets her silence do the talking. A rebel when necessary, a storm when provoked, but to those she loves, she's pure sunshine. Tropes:- Grumy×sunshine Fixer×troublemaker Always in trouble× always saving her Calm king × sarcastic queen No drama × no filter Talks alot × listens to her Let's dive into there story

Ivaan Singh - quiet around most, but turns fun and open with people who feel like home. He knows how to love, but never really got love in return. With soft, shiny hair and a smile that can steal hearts, he looks cold and serious, but becomes clingy and sweet when he's in love. He's funny, a real roaster, and shines differently when he loves someone. 🐇🌷 Akira Mehra - a talker and a listener, but only opens up around people who truly want to listen. A girl's girl through and through - loyal, soft-hearted, and full of warmth. She's a writer and reader, someone who finds comfort in stories. Reality feels too heavy, so she often escapes into her fictional world where everything feels a little safer. With chestnut brown eyes and wavy hair, she's a proud Swiftie. A little chaotic, a little wild - but she'd do anything for the people she loves. 🐇🌷 Ivaan Singh had recently transferred from Section A to Section C. He was the class topper-quiet, focused, and known for speaking only when a nod wasn't enough to answer. That was the day he met Akira Mehra, the troublemaker girl in the class. She was average in most subjects but struggled badly with languages. Teachers often scolded her-not just for her mistakes, but also for her messy handwriting. Their class teacher decided to fix Akira's seat next to the class topper, hoping his discipline might rub off on her. As Akira turned to look at her new seat partner, her heart skipped. He was the same boy-the one she had once had a tiny-biny crush on, without even knowing his name. And just like that, her ordinary school days felt a little less ordinary. 🐇🌷 Since English is not my first language you are going to find a lot of grammatical as well as spelling errors in the book. I haven't proofread most of the chapters but I promise you that you will find improvements in my writing before the end of the book if you are patient enough to ignore the errors.

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

Ishqa ve, chhaddeya tu kakkh da nayin saanu ... Angel Rai Singhania (16) - National Skating Champion • Semi-Classical Dancer • Singer • Boxer • Biker • Racer • Chaos in human form. Aryan Kotwal (17) - Academic Topper • Basketball Captain • Drummer • Guitarist • The calm before every storm. _________________________________________________________________________________ "You're impossible, Rai Singhania!" Seventeen-year-old Aryan Kotwal shouted from his balcony. "And you're insufferable, Kotwal!" Sixteen-year-old Angel Rai Singhania shot back without missing a beat. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "One day you'll admit that I was right." She folded her arms across her chest. "Keep dreaming." _________________________________________________________________________________ Angel smiled and stretched out her little finger. "No matter what life throws at us... we'll never leave each other." "Never," Aryan promised. _________________________________________________________________________________ Please..." Angel whispered, pressing her hands over her ears. "Don't say another word." Aryan looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "Then hear this once-you don't even know who your real family is... and today, because of you, I lost mine." _________________________________________________________________________________ TEN YEARS LATER... Aryan knelt before her, sobbing without caring who was watching. "Please... forgive me." Angel held little Ekansh's hand a little tighter and whispered, "You broke the only promise we ever made." ISHQ: HER LAST VOW A/N 🐰🤍 :This story is going to have a 10-year leap, but don't worry-you won't miss those ten years. I'll be taking you through Aryan's and Angel's lives during the leap as well. Every few years, you'll witness how they're living, growing, healing, and surviving miles away from each other, completely unaware of what's happening in each other's lives.

In a world ruled by power, blood, and betrayal, two empires stand tall-one in Italy, led by the ruthless Don Advik Singh Rathore, and the other in India, commanded by the fierce Mafia Queen, Risti Rajvanshi. But Risti is not just a name feared in the underworld-by profession, she is a highly skilled surgeon, saving lives in the light while ruling the shadows as an underground Mafia Queen. A woman with two identities, equally dangerous in both worlds. Bound not by love but by destiny, their paths collide in the most unexpected way. What begins as hatred soon turns into a calculated alliance when fate forces them into a marriage neither of them truly desires-yet both willingly accept, each hiding their own deadly intentions. This is not a love story. This is a story of revenge, ego, and power. A story where trust is a weapon, emotions are a weakness, and every move is a step closer to domination. Risti wants to rule. Advik refuses to bow. And when two rulers refuse to kneel... the war doesn't end-it begins within the marriage itself.

[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

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

[SLOW UPDATES] 𝘼 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]