A steamy, emotional story about Dev-a quiet, rule-following nerd-and Ruhan, his cocky, bad-boy roommate. What starts as tension in their shared hostel room quickly turns into secret sex, messy feelings, and something they never expected: love. 📌 Disclaimer: - This is pure fiction, written for entertainment. - Images used are not mine-credit to the rightful owners. - Plot and writing belong to me-please don't copy, repost, or translate. - If you enjoy it, support with votes & comments!

Rajveer Vikram Malhotra is a man in his late 20's living a comfortable life in America away from his toxic family in India. Listening to his aunt's (bua's) advice, he rarely ever visited India until he got a text from his bua that Kirti, his cousin whom he grew up with like a sibling, was getting married. This struck Rajveer as an utter surprise as Kirti told Rajveer practically every little detail about her daily life. It shocked Rajveer that they decided on everything without even informing Rajveer. Though, he wished not to visit India and yet again encounter his shitty family, he booked tickets as he could not miss his sister's wedding for the world. Reaching there he couldn't find his bua or Kirti anywhere. The unusually sweet family members explained that they had gone for a ritualistic visit to a temple which was to be visited by the parents of every girl who gets married in their family. The family members explained that they will be back a night before the wedding which obviously, did not happen. Kirti's wedding never happened. It was never Kirti's wedding to begin with. It was Rajveer's. A forced marriage that he had no idea about and that too.....with a MAN!? All of these characters, cities and events are purely fictional and are my own. Any resemblance to anyone alive or dead or a work of writing by another writer or author is a pure coincidence. NOTE- I am aware that same sex marriages are illegal in India and aren't recognised, though for the sake of the story I would like you all to think that same sex marriages are legal, just a little taboo to talk about. Thank you very much.

Dakshita Verma only came to the wedding to help out-a simple girl, a schoolteacher at an orphanage, content with her quiet life. But fate had a different plan. On the day of the wedding, the bride runs away. Chaos erupts. Honor is at stake. Reputations on the line. And standing quietly in a corner is Akshit Sinha-a reserved, autistic groom who had agreed to this arranged marriage after much persuasion. But now, he stands alone at the mandap, eyes blank but heart silently shattered. To save both families from disgrace, a shocking decision is made-Dakshita is asked to take the runaway bride's place. Married within minutes to a man she's never met... To a soul misunderstood by many... Dakshita enters Akshit's silent world with nothing but faith. But as days unfold, she finds herself drawn to his quiet strength, his subtle gestures, his wounded yet loyal heart. What begins as an accident of fate becomes a slow, emotional journey of love, trust, and healing. Will this accidental marriage bloom into something real? Or will their hearts stay strangers forever?

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

~ 𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒄𝒐𝒎 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡ 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧 Vedika is a quiet, introverted girl who believes being alone is safe, not unloved-soft, unseen, and untouched by the world's noise. Ahan Singh Rathore is her opposite in every way-lively, extroverted, a football star who lives loudly and fearlessly. And when they meet they clash over everything: grades, debates, victories-two toppers who never learned how to lose. Their tangled family ties bind them together in ways neither can escape, even when they wish they could. Now what will happen when Vedika's quiet personality clashes with Ahan's lively personality , unleashing a storm of unexpected emotions ? Will their rivalry melt into something softer, sweeter, and full of surprising turns? Let's step into the story.❤️

किस गुल से हुस्न टपकता है किस खुश्ब की रवानी रहती है तेरे नर्म होंठो की अरक हर गुलशन की कहानी कहती है ........ (जब सहबा ए कुहन....) और जबसे सुना है उनके खयालात हमारी कब्र को लेकर जनाब! हमें तो अब मरने से भी मोहब्बत हो गई ...... (मोहब्बत हो गई...) इस्तिहारा करूं, इस्तिखारा करूं तू फिर मिले तो मैं इश्क दोबारा करूं ...... (तू फिर मिले...) फिर अंधेरों में नए शफ़क की तलाश है फिर नया दिन नए सफर की तलाश है ...... (तलाश है....) . इश्क़ मेरा हिकायत-ए-मग़्मूम तो नहीं? मेरी जां हमारा इश्क़ कोई जुल्म तो नहीं? ....... (इश्क़ मेरा....) "अगर तुम हमसे आश्ना हो, तो फिर ठीक है 'गर नहीं तो फिर कुछ नहीं हमारा तो तआ'रुफ़ ही तुमसे है अगर तुम नहीं तो फिर कुछ नहीं" ..........( तो फिर कुछ नहीं....) . . . . . . For more interesting poetries you can continue reading this book till the end. Yeah I know some of poetries from this book is not that good but don't worry move forward because I'm damn sure you'll surely the next one because sometimes my mind doesn't know how to put actual words and that's how I end up with anything similar and sometimes it doesn't get along. For that please

BOOK THREE OF DARK SERIES "Ishq aur junoon mein fark hai, Riddhi ji. Ishq mein deewangi ki hadein paar hoti hain aur junoon mein paagalpan ki. Maine inn dono ki saari hadein paar ki hai aapke liye". He wanted her She wanted revenge He trusted her blindly She sent him to prison Aashrit Raisinghania, 35 years old ruthless, sly, arrogant and cold blooded Mafia consigliere of Turkish mob lord. His rough past had made him heartless and built cold walls around his heart. He never trusted in so-called love and called it rubbish until a certain lady made her way to his heart. And he wants nothing more than her. Riddhi Malhotra, 24 years old, engineering student and a dance choreographer who was never deprived of love. Despite being a Mafia princess, she wasn't spoiled. She was a sweet yet savage, kind yet bold woman who believes in spreading love with smiles. Everything was fine, until a tall brooding mafia man snatched her peace away from her. Now she wants revenge. And that leads to an arranged marriage between them both...which was arranged by her, to destroy him. "This is going to be your end, Aashrit ji". "Ji payengi humare Bina? Soch lijiyega Riddhi ji". Warning ⚠️: 18 plus content. Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

#Top 1 in india(7/11/24) "𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔... 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅." Ansh Singhania The most brutal mafia kingpin-feared, ruthless, untouchable. He marries Maahi Malhotra not for love, but for revenge. He wants to shatter her, make her bleed with the same pain he's carried for years. Breaking her is the only justice he knows. But revenge has its own cruel twist. Nothing is what it seems. The war he begins turns into a game of life and death, where the one trying to end him... is someone he loves the most. And the woman he destroys is the one standing between him and the bullet meant for his heart. Who wants him dead? And after everything he's done... can love still grow between them? The answer lies in their shared, tragic past, a secret that binds them in a lethal dance of hate and devotion.

⋆.˚✮ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮˚.⋆ ________________________________________________ The four brothers of the Rathore family agree to marry the bride chosen by their step-mother and submissive father, according to the will of their grandfather. In the path of their chosen ones, what are the mysteries and the truths that were going to unfold that keep their relationship at stake? But were they really the Arranged ones? What's the backstory of each couple and how the transformation of hatred turned to obsession and love? The Rathore brothers and their wives, the main multi-couple of the story, think their life was ill-fated. Yet how their tangled lives, along with their respective families, transform into the bond of inseparable? In the shadows of darkness, hatred combined with love twists fate with something unimaginable. The men don't act with love, yet their actions speak volumes with every stroke. The woman doesn't part from love, holding onto the invisible red knot, even if it costs their life. Dive into the tale for more..