Love may be forbidden but never wrong. Because love knows no boundaries. Professor × Student

Ansh, Mumbai's feared mafia king, believed in power, not God. Kriti, a simple village girl, believed in both. A single glance ignited a possessive, mad love in him. He would burn the world for her, but couldn't bear a single tear in her eyes. A emotional drama of scary obsession, family fear, and a love that became redemption. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

"Your father's hand was just a warning," he whispered, his voice cold as ice. "The next bullet goes in his head. So, tell me, Priya... will you marry me?" He killed a man for talking to me. He shattered my father's hand for saying no. To save my family, I agreed to marry the monster. But my "yes" was a lie. I'm using this year to plan my escape. If he finds out, we're all dead. This is a story of terrifying obsession, fierce family love, and one girl's desperate fight for freedom.

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

Looking for a love story with no unnecessary drama, but filled with emotions, passion and royalty? This one's for you... Abhiraj Singh Rajput- The Hukum of Jaipur. A man born to rule- cold, powerful, and feared by everyone around him. To the world, he was ruthless in business, a king who bowed to no one, a man who believed power and duty were everything. Love was never meant to distract him... until she walked into his life. The girl who turned his world upside down, making him fall harder and deeper than he ever thought possible. Advika Agarwal- The only daughter of the Agarwals. A gentle, introverted girl who always believed in love and everything beautiful it brings. But deep down, she thought no one could ever truly love her- that she was too ordinary, too insecure, too sensitive to be someone's first choice. Until one day, she met a man who worshipped her like a goddess, proving her wrong and making her realize she was worthy of every ounce of love in the world. Together, they embark on a journey of love, trust, and destiny... ~~Tropes~~ •He fell first, and harder •Arranged but love marriage •Possessive Male Lead •Grumpy Man x Soft Girl •Look at Her and Die •Royal romance •Strong protective Male Lead •Loving Families •Teacher x King •Age gap 💌 A story filled with love, care, passion, family, royalty, jealousy, and everything a reader craves in a perfect romance. ___________________________________

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

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​⚠️ IMPORTANT NOTE: This is Season 2. If you haven't witnessed the rise and fall of the Roy Choudharys, you MUST read Season 1 first to understand the blood feud and the heartbreak that led us here. Don't step into the fire if you don't know how it started. Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance

Ranvijay Singh Rathore (32), is commanding, stoic, and fiercely protective-a man of few words whose love is expressed through actions. Dominant, stubborn, and competitive, he prioritizes duty and order over overt affection. Niyati Joshi (23), is gentle, empathetic, and graceful, yet quietly strong and independent. She craves love, attention, and emotional connection, navigating her privileged but controlled world with patience and resilience. Their arranged marriage is a clash of contrasting needs: her desire for warmth and reassurance, his controlled, action-driven care. Survival depends on empathy, patience, and understanding, gradually discovering intimacy in unspoken gestures and shared responsibilities.