"I don't love you anymore," I told him with a straight face. But deep down... I don't even know if that's true. -Naha (the grumpy girl) comes across Kiaan (her male version) who left her years ago. Now, their families want them married, and he's hell-bent on getting her back. But she? She's done playing nice. Naha X Kiaan • Second chance • Arrange marriage • Grumpy X Grumpy • Possessive MMC & FMC -------- Although I don't really wanna say this, I've to, "Qubool hai," I said, my voice shaking just a little. He sighed, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, before muttering, "Qubool hai." And just like that - congratulations to me. I'm married. To the grumpiest man alive. -Nyra (the sunshine girl) comes across Rayan (the grumpy one). They got married due to an incident, but he makes it very clear that this wedding means nothing to him. Nyra X Rayaan • Secret marriage • Forced proximity • Grumpy X Sunshine • Possessive MMC & FMC -------- "I-" I tried to get the words out. But he cut me off, leaning in like a storm. "I love you." -Zoya (the good girl) meets her perfect match Arhaan (the bad boy) who gets Obsessed with her at first sight only. While she tries to ignore him, he is determined to pursue her only. Zoya X Arhaan • Obsessed at first sight • Soulmates • Good girl X Bad boy • Obsessed MMC & Sweet FMC ---------- Three siblings (Naha, Arhaan, Nyra) fell in love with three cousins (Kiaan, Zoya, Rayaan).

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."