She was a girl with deadlines. He was superstar with headlines. She was supposed to stay invisible. He was born to be seen. They couldn't be more different. Destiny nevers asks for permission before it entangles two lifes. When their lives collide, an "arrangement" is struck. Not love. Not friendship. Something else entirely. Something profitable. Something neither of them can walk away from without losing more than they bargained for. The deal was simple: play along. But nothing is ever simple when egos, secrets, and emotions are at stake. Unwanted? Absolutely. Necessary? More than ever. And somewhere in between... the lines begin to blur. - Ahaan Panday fanfiction (book 1) - Read the sequel Unscripted (book 2) on my profile - Humble request to readers to vote on every chapters you read. Started on 21/08/25 Ended on 01/11/25 ©akimazination | 2025

Aryan Khan, a mafia gang leader needs a full time nanny for his baby brother, AbRam Khan Payal Kapoor finds herself in the presence of Aryan and he offers her the job position Will Payal only be AbRam's nanny? Find out more in the: •Saviour• *this story was inspired from a request* Disclaimer: All stories of mine are completely fictional and purely based on my imagination. I do not know any of these characters personally. I am not claiming that their actual personalities are anything like what I portray in my stories. They could also have mature themes and language just so you know. I sometimes also tend to change aspects of Aryan's life and hopefully the changes won't trigger anyone. All for fun and games of course. Thank you and enjoy:)

Aryan Khan. The son of Sharukh Khan. The Bollywood king. A total play boy. He was born with a silver spoon. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was at a cruise party with his other friends when he was arrested for a homicide. And that's when he meets her. No one made his heart skip a beat like she did. And that's when he knew it was all gonna be a big disaster. Naira Singhania. A good FBI Agent. She was the co chief unit of her team. She did nothing but care about the cases that came through her. Never had a relationship. Never really went to parties. Until One day their was a case call and she had to go over seas. That's when she meets him. He was a total rebel. And he was her case. Ahaan Panday. Another silver spoon kid. Another Bollywoods bad boy. Born into fame and fueled by rebellion. Everyone thinks they know him: spoiled, reckless, untouchable. But behind all this he has a heart no one's ever reached. Until she comes along. Ahaan wants more than the spotlight. He wants and needs something real. And for her, he just might change everything.

She was the girl who disappeared after the rumours. He was the boy who noticed when she stopped smiling. When Rhea Khan returns from New York, she's a shadow of who she used to be-silent, distant, and broken after the storm of media pressure and betrayal. Sent to live with the Pandey family to heal, the last thing she expects is to find comfort in Ahaan Panday-loud, chaotic, and everything she isn't. But in the middle of wedding madness, shared coffee breaks, and soft midnight silences, something shifts. He becomes her calm. She becomes his reason to stay grounded. And slowly, piece by piece, she begins to heal. This is a story of slow love, second chances, and finding light in the most unexpected places.

Ahaan Pandey is a charming trouble dressed in perfect white shirts. Being the son of Chikki Pandey a business tycoon & Deanne a fitness expert for all the big stars of bollywood brings him to the world of films and intoxicating privilege. Ahaan slips out of a dull corporate meeting in Delhi, he doesn't expect his life to change in a dusty old bookstore. But a fleeting glimpse of a girl leaves him curious by a single unanswered question: Who is she? Back in Mumbai, he is still haunted by the face he didn't get to see. Mira, 25 years old is a writer, singer, and uncompromising dreamer wants nothing to do with celebrity culture. She's in Mumbai to chase her creative aspirations. The two are from worlds that don't just differ, they collide. When fate brings them together again, it's as rivals in a situation neither of them can walk away from. What begins as verbal sparring and stubborn pride slowly unravels into stolen glances, late-night conversations, and a love neither dared to imagine. But in a world where fame is currency and privacy is a myth, can an ordinary girl and a man in the spotlight hold onto something real? A slow-burn, rivals-to-lovers story set against the Pandey Mansion, film acting, music, poetry, and the chaos of modern-day Mumbai where every encounter might just be a destined moment.

Y/n Potter just found out that she has a brother. He is supposedly the chosen one. She was expected to study at the same school as Harry, hoping they would band together to kill the dark lord. She was slated to be on the good side, to help the Order of the Pheonix. Hoping to connect with the only living family she had left, she was excited for her new year. Fucking terrified but excited nonetheless. Harry seemed like a legend, the brother she's been waiting for. Letter after letter, she longed for the day with her brother. But that hope dwindled once she was placed in the Slytherin house. Without the support of her brother, she was pushed to befriend none other, but Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy found himself being kind and caring for the first time in a long time. (Update every day, with however chapters I want.) Edit: I will be going through each chapter and editing them. But only when I have time. Thank you for reading, I might add more to year 7 of Harry Potter, but for now, you'll have to bear with me.

"What is up with you, Malfoy? And why do you care?" She asked, her voice was raised, telling me that she was getting pissed once more. "I have never not care about you, Em!" I exclaimed and my words surprised her, "All those times I want to hold your hand, give you a hug when you had a fallout with Potter and his friends, not just bloody sitting on the sofa with you, or just hug you after every quidditch match or just every morning or before you went to your dorm, all those times I want to ki-" "Shut up, Malfoy." She said and she leaned in, kissing me. - Emerald Edwards was forced to transfer to Hogwarts at the second half of her fifth year after her parents are appointed to work with the Ministry of Magic in London. What she doesn't know is that they moved back because of the Dark Lord's return. With only knowing the notorious Draco Malfoy, the two could only depend on each other as they both became initiated as a Death Eater. Façades, broken friendships, kind actions, finding love when they shouldn't be and tasks from the Dark Lord, will they succeed?

IN WHICH Gabrielle thought she had left the wreckage of her past behind when she finally walked away from Dean. As one of the hockey team's most elite and fiercely protective players, Dean was a habit she needed to break-and for a while, the distance worked. But a single night of crossed lines changes everything, leaving Gabi slipping out of the hockey house at dawn and desperately trying to outrun the rumors before they reach her lecture hall. femoc! x Dean Dilaurentis femoc! x Allie Hayes season 1-?? ONGOING started: may 26th, 2026 finished: august 13th, 2026 (until season 2)

(STORY IS 18+ AND CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT) Alana Graham has hated Dean DiLaruentis for three years. She'd managed to avoid him her entire first year at Briar aside from brief run ins while visiting her brother, Garrett Graham. But the moment Dean corners her at his birthday party, that hatred fades but only for a moment. Leading the two down a path of destruction for not only themselves, but all of those in the crossfire of their poisonous relationship.

Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially now where you should be focusing on your last year of Hogwarts. However, you are just pretending. There's no way in hell you'll actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. ... Right?