- 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Meet Aarav Mehrotra , an 18-year-old student in his final year at a prestigious boarding school, Known for his calm demeanour and excellence in academics. However, beneath his composed exterior lies a mischievous streak that occasionally surfaces, often leaving a trail of harmless pranks. Despite his calm nature, Aarav has a fiery temper that flares up when pushed too far. Aarav is a fascinating blend of responsibility and youthful exuberance. 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Meet Kiara a 17-year-old, a spirited 11th grader whose infectious energy lights up any room she walks into. With a bubbly personality and a knack for mischief, Kiara is the life of the party and always has a clever excuse to skip school. A natural extrovert, she thrives on social interactions and is never shy about expressing herself. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯: "In a world that's told us no, we've created our own yes." 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 : "And I'd choose you, even if they told me it was a mistake." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 💌🎀𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧✶

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. #1 in darkworld (10-10 2025) #18 in action-thriller (14-10-2025) __________________

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐀 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 Three weddings. Three hearts. And love stories that weren't written in stars... but carved through storms. 🕊️ Aavya Ahlawat - The doctor with a healing touch, and scars she never speaks of. 🖤 Rudra Shekhawat - The CEO with ice in his veins and secrets in his past. - An arranged marriage neither asked for, yet fate demanded. 𓆩 Aavya × Rudra 𓆪 She came as a duty. But stayed as his only peace. --- 👑 Rhea Kapoor - A fierce CEO who built empires out of pain. 🔥 Yug Khanna - A ruthless mafia king in a world that shows no mercy. - A marriage of convenience forged in shadows... but their hearts had other plans. 𓆩 Rhea × Yug 𓆪 He wanted power. She wanted control. But destiny wanted chaos. --- 🎀 Dhriti Rajput - A wedding planner who believes in love, but not for herself. 🌤️ Advik Maheshwari - The doctor who stitched wounds, yet never knew how to mend his own. - A love marriage born in laughter, tested by time. 𓆩 Dhriti × Advik 𓆪 Two souls that danced through life's mess, falling in love... every single day. --- 💍 Not every wedding happens at once... Because love doesn't follow timelines - it follows hearts. ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫... 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬. ❞ - 🌹 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: ✦ Arranged Marriage ✦ Marriage of Convenience ✦ Love Marriage ✦ Calm × Cold | Fiery × Ruthless | Chaotic × Gentle ✦ Found Family ✦ Slow Burn × Healing × Possession 🕊️ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢

BOOK 3 in the Fidaa ~ His Love Series Vishal X Shreya Mehrotra I loved him with all my heart, even though I knew it was forbidden. He was my brother's best friend. But did I care? Nope. He has become ruthless, and more powerful after his heartbreak. But did it make me forget him? Not. I tried everything and I finally got him. but then a single event changed everything. I was no longer with him again. I don't want him more. his chaos destroyed our solace. this is my story the princess of Jaipur !

❝You're such a fucking slut❞ ❝We'll see who's talking when you come back begging me to fuck you❞ WARNING: This story will include graphic sex scenes, dysphoria, and swearing, Also, this story will mostly be made up by people of color and some queer characters. If you are in any way racist, homophobic, or transphobic, please get lost and burn in hell. Do not read this story.

Ayesha-aka Miss Disaster. The girl who loves sleep more than shopping (yes, that exists). She's chaos in human form, the queen of silliness, and the CEO of running her mouth. If trouble had a face, it would be hers. Eshan-aka Mr. Brick Wall. He's serious, disciplined, and allergic to nonsense. Basically, Ayesha's worst nightmare in human form. He's older, wiser (according to him), and convinced that she's the biggest headache of his life. They hate each other. Like, proper "I'll throw my shoe at you" kind of hate. So, obviously, his family decides he needs a girl just like him for marriage. Logical, right? Well, fate had other plans. And fate has a very twisted sense of humor. What happens when the loudest troublemaker gets stuck with the most uptight man on the planet-in a marriage neither of them wanted? Discipline meets disaster. Chaos meets control. And Eshan? Well, he's about to find out that peace is a luxury he can no longer afford. Welcome to their shaadi, where love might happen... after the war.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch... ❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞ Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed. "D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run. He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness. "Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does." His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul. "You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin." "No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle. "Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg." Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling. "Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing. She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness. "Let me show you how monstrous I can be." His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender. "Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like." Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips: "You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you." She was his Sin, He was her Sinner. And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.

When Rajveer Singh Rathore, the royal prince of Udaipur, was left by his wife, his world shattered overnight. His newborn son's cries echoed through the palace - cries no one could calm. Not his mother, not the royal doctors, not even the most experienced nannies in Rajasthan. Until she came. Ananya Sharma, a simple, kind-hearted girl from a small town, walks into the palace expecting nothing but a job. Yet the moment she holds the crying prince in her arms, silence fills the room - and something inside Rajveer begins to breathe again. She brings laughter back into the palace, warmth into the cold marble halls, and light into Rajveer's guarded heart. But as walls begin to crumble and hearts begin to heal, a question lingers - Can a girl with nothing to her name become the warmth that a broken prince and his son had been waiting for all along? #Royal romance #single dad

Love and revenge-they both start with obsession. The difference is who dies first. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 was used to silence, to small rooms and smaller dreams, until she decided to step inside Roy mansion. They called it the mansion of gold. From the outside, it shimmered like wealth's perfect illusion; marble floors, crystal chandeliers, voices that never knew what hunger sounded like. But Vaani learned early that gold can hide rot better than dust ever could. She entered the Roy Mansion not as a guest... but as a storm, came back for one reason: revenge. Against the powerful family that destroyed everything she once loved. For them, she was just a maid but she was much more than what she appeared to be. Every smile in that mansion was a mask. Every secret, a weapon waiting to be used. And fate had a cruel sense of irony. Because standing in her way was... 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲-the name every girl at Crescent Hill University sighed over and every rival feared. He was the face of perfection: tall, sharp, untouchable. The heir whose father owned the university and half the city skyline. He hated her existence. She despised his breathe. She was supposed to destroy the Roys. But she ended up destroying herself instead. In a world dripping with money, power, and deceit, Vaani learned hard way that survival came at a price. Every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the rich, entitled students only burned her resolve deeper. Until hatred began to twist into something darker- An obsession neither of them could control. Because when revenge starts to feel like desire...you stop knowing which one will destroy you first. "You think money makes you untouchable?" He smirks "No. Power does." "One day, it'll all burn." "Then burn with it. You look prettier in flames." "I hate you." He stepped closer, "Good, Hate keeps you close."

A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap