⋆𐔌𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤.ᐟ ₊ ꒱ For those who love, ❝she wanted to be someone's khawaish and not someone's need... unknown of the fact she was his everything❞ Kind of trope. ★ ────── · · ⋆.𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 -A simple middle-class girl, with a heart as pure as chasni and a tongue sharp as a scissor. She believed she had failed in everything she ever tried-whether it was friendship, being the perfect student, the ideal daughter, or winning the love of her crush. At just an 11th grader, she was already earning for her family by teaching younger kids. Balancing studies, responsibilities, and her own silent battles wasn't easy, yet she kept fighting. She was a - "Chahun mai ya na" girl. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ───── 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ˙⋆. -Everyone saw him as nothing more than a rich, spoiled kid. But beneath those expensive jackets and that mask of a teasing smile, he carried scars he believed would never heal. What he craved wasn't wealth or admiration, but something far simpler - attention and love, feelings he had never truly known. He didn't long to be loved; he longed to feel loved. He was a - "tu jane na" boy. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧ She didn't buy her important biology notes cause she wanted to gift him something he can treasure forever on their last day. Unknown of how he didn't sleep for two months so that he can write all the notes for her, knowing how she never took things bought from someone else's money. "tumhe to sitare pasand nahi the..." she said teasingly, while sitting beside him. "tumse nahi mila tha kabhi" He replied staring in her eyes, hoping to see her smile she did.

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

"Shivani beta, look, as your dad I already told you he was not a good man," my father said. I was looking at myself in the mirror, all ready to get married. "Dad, I am ready for the person you will choose for me," I said while looking at him. He was looking at me, thinking that I was sad or would cry, but hell no-I am SHIVANI SINGHANIYA, the only daughter of Prakash Shinghaniya and only sister of my 2 brothers. ................................................................................................................................................. "Now your ex is back, will you return to him?" he asked while pressing my bare boobs. I looked at him and said, "Why, Mr. Arahansh Raizada? Are you thinking that I will run away from you?" The next second I felt pain in my womanhood and gripped my hand on his bare chest, and he said, "I am a monster, Mrs. Arahansh. Try to run-first I will tear him apart, then I will chain you in this damn room." I shivered, but I knew I couldn't do anything because he is- "I am yours baby dinosaur," I whispered while licking his neck. .......................................................................................

JAIRAJ SINGH THAKUR x INAYAT ALI KHAN Book 3 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥 Amidst the communal chaos going on in our state, my alliance was fixed with a man who was no less than a monster for me. Our fathers fixed this marriage to preach peace, but no one asked me about my dreams, my choices and most importantly, my consent. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Read the journey of two opposite poles falling for each other. Jairaj Singh Thakur - a ruthless, heartless and shameless Mafia prince Inayat Ali Khan - an intelligent, beautiful and secretive Mafia princess. Will they be able to break the boundaries of religion to become one?

Advit Singh rathore A man who is Ceo of rathore industries and also a mafia. He is cold, rude, arrogant but has a soft side for her girlfriend who is soon to be her wife but What will happen when she will betray him and runaway from the mandap? What will happen when his bride has to be replaced? Ishnani Malhotra A quiet, innocent girl who is studying in Collage. She does not show her pain to anyone. But what will happen when she will be forced in marriage with someone else a rude man? Let's dive into the story of a rude man and an innocent girl Will he accept her as her wife or behave rudely with her?

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

Highest ranking: #2 darkhumor #3 darkhumor His voice low and dangerous, eyes locked on her, " you don't get it , do you, mi amor ? I don't care if you run, hide or push me away. You became mine the second I heard your voice , I'll burn down everything and everyone who tries to take you from me. Even you." ______________________💗____________________ A simple game of truth or dare was never supposed to mean anything-until Selene's voice reached the wrong man. Alejandro Cortez, a ruthless mafia king, doesn't believe in accidents. One call, one laugh, and now she's the obsession he never saw coming. Selene is the beat his heart refuses to skip for even a second-soft in all the ways his world is sharp, innocent in the face of his darkness. But when the devil decides he wants something, there's no turning back. And this time, he wants her.

My eyes closed on their own accord, my hands falling down to myself, my legs shaking as I fell down but he was quick to hold me in his arms. I didn't want to think what could have happened if he had actually shot my brother. I didn't doubt he would have if I hadn't interfered. His hand came to my face lightly caressing it as I cried out, "Please, don't." "Aap shadi karegi mujhse wo bhi aaj aur abhi issi mandap par." He was saying it like he was asking me for a pencil. Marriage is not a joke. I shook my head frantically but he had more to say obviously, "Haan kariye Aira yaa aap chahti hai ki hum aapke ma papa ke khun se maang bhare aapki?" My small fists hit his chest but obviously that didn't effect him much, "You are a psychopath, leave us alone." I screamed, cried, thrashed but it was no help. "Shadi kriye mjhse Aira, I will spare everyone else." He worded it out holding my hands. I was exhausted, I had little energy left and I was going to use it to survive and make sure my family lives. "Mai shadi krungi aapse." I whispered, losing a piece of myself already. Taking a deep breath, I looked straight in his eyes. "Mai iss shadi ke lie tayar hoon. Mere ma papa aur Armaan ko akela chor dijie." Something passed his eyes but he was quick to mask his face again before I could decipher anything as he replied. "Ek baar shadi ho jae tumhe bhi chor doonga. Don't worry about that."