Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞" 𝐃𝐂𝐏 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, cold, quiet and dangerously controlled Known as "the devil in uniform," he's a man who shows no emotions and believes love is nothing but a distraction. With a face that could belong to a model and eyes that hide more than they show. Dhruv has built walls no one dares to cross. But everything begins to change when she walks into his life his best friend's sister. Off-limits, innocent and the only one who makes his heart do the one thing he hates 'feel' He had spent years running from her memory, avoiding her, burying every trace of what she once made him feel But after five long years fate brought her back into his life... unexpectedly, painfully, completely And just when he thought he had mastered the art of controlling feelings one moment turned everything upside down. A moment that left no space for thinking, only reacting. And that's how he ended up marrying her not by choice, but by circumstance One he never planned One she never wanted ___________ "𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚", with her radiant smile, cascading black-brown hair and sparkling eyes was a vision of warmth and beauty. Yet, behind her cheerful demeanor hide a secret her unrequited love for her brother's best friend but he always pushed her away for reasons he never revealed. One fateful incident shattered her world forcing her to leave everything behind and start a new life in another country. Five years later, Manvi returned to India unaware that the past she thought she had left behind was waiting to collide with her once again

"I love you..." I whispered, mustering every ounce of courage. He stood before me, silent-his eyes clouded with confusion... or was it sorrow? We were alone on the empty road, under a moonlit sky. But his face held no joy. Did he not love me? Then why he make me feel in that way. "I love you, Triple S..." My voice trembled as tears blurred my vision. "Stop it," he said, his voice heavy. With a sigh, he turned away, walking off into the night. "I really love you!" I shouted, desperate. "I swear, I'll never leave you... not even after death!" . ........⭐........ Ishq: A Never Ending Love Story College was supposed to be about bunking classes, late-night Maggi, and maybe... a few harmless crushes. Not about falling for the guy who looked like he belonged to another world - one where laughter had long faded and memories were locked away. She was chaos in sneakers - a first-year with too much energy and a smile that could light up storms. He was silence in human form - a final-year mystery, always at the back of the class, always alone. They weren't meant to cross paths. But then again, love never asks for permission. Aashi is hiding something. A secret that could erase everything. And Shreyansh? He's already lost too much to risk feeling again. But what happens when she starts forgetting... and he starts remembering everything they built? This isn't just a love story. It's a war between memory and emotion. Between holding on... and letting go. Seven stages. One unforgettable journey. Some loves don't need forever - just the right moments. Read Ishq - because some stories live on... even when people forget

♡Book one in Destiny series♡ **If you are interested in cute and romantic story line then this is the exact story** (English Translation available) ************** "Meri aanko me hi dekhiye , Acha lagta hai " My heart skipped a beat over his words and a smile made its way over my lips . Is he flirting with me? No. I don't think so . Why will he do that. And how should I tell him that I can't keep looking into eyes because of the way he looks at me. "Kyu?" I asked in a low voice looking at him. He smiled at my question and then replied. "Kyuki aap toh jyada baate nhi karti , par aapki aankhe bahut kuch keh jaati hai" I didn't know what to say to him over his words because it made me speechless. I somehow gathered courage and asked while trying not to shutter. "T...toh ab kya keh rahi .hai.yeh aapse?" My voice was low and it sounded like a whisper . His smile widened when I asked that and he acted as if he is thinking something and then he replied. "Shyad yeh keh rahi hai ki ...." And with that he leaned over my ear and whispered in my ear . "Aapko meri karibi ab bhaane lagi hai" ✿✿✿✿✿✿ Tropes •Grumpy& Sunshine •Slowburn Romance •Age Gap •Possessive ML •Introvert and Shy FL •love at first sight •Substitute Bride

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. #1 in wattpadindia (19\5\2022) #2 in indian ( 6\7\2023) #2 in generalfiction (15\5\2022) Tanya and Ryan were forced into an arranged marriage. Their families were close for many years. So to increase their bond, they decided to make their children marry each other. Tanya Mehra a 25-year-old college lecturer. She is beautiful, smart and funny. She is the eldest in her family and younger to her is Tina Mehra a 22-year-old college student. Tanya always fantasized about her marriage. She wanted her first in everything with her husband. She is a fan of love stories and always wished to have a romantic and faithful husband. Ryan Raichand a 28-year-old young businessman. He is the CEO of RR Industries. He is tall handsome and muscular in nature. He is born and brought up in NY but his parents are Indians. They shifted to London to expand their business. He has an elder sister Niya Raichand who is married to his best friend Derik Michel. He was never romantically involved with any women. He only used them for his pleasure and needs. Tanya understood that her husband is not like the man she dreamt, so she decided to change him. But what will happen after knowing the reality of her husband? Will she stay with him or leave him?

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 never wanted to cross paths with a man like 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧 - the cold, feared heir of a criminal empire. But the night she collapses in a club, she wakes up in his mansion... and her life stops belonging to her. Ashwin claims he's protecting her. The truth? He's not letting her leave. When his enemies mark Sitara as a weakness, Ashwin does the one thing she can't fight or refuse: He forces her into marriage - not out of love, but survival. Now Sitara is trapped in a world ruled by power, secrets, and a man who decides her fate with a single command. She doesn't know what's more dangerous: the threats outside... or the man standing right in front of her. ♤♥ 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 ╰►𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙(𝟷𝟾𝚇𝟸𝟾) ╰►𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ╰►𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚇 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 ╰►𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎 ╰►𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 _____________________________________ Warning: contains mature content, violence, murder, and abuse, which may trigger anyone. If you are not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.