She was ice and he was flame-two souls who despised each other with a deadly passion. But fate twisted cruelly, binding them in marriage. His hand clamped around her waist, dragging her against him. "Welcome to damnation, my flower... or should I say, Mrs. Rayan Baloch." Her gaze burned with equal hatred as she curled her arms around his neck, pulling him in. "Let's see how you survive this inferno, dear husband." Both smirked, knowing the war had just begun

(A bollywood musical story) Italian CEO × Desi Girl Enemies to lovers (major trope) #5-Billionairelove-05/08/25 She was never meant to marry him. They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late. He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart. He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine. He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once: He was falling in love. With his wife. With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."

Aanya Kapoor and Reyaan Malhotra are the worst kind of enemies-brilliant, ruthless, and addicted to beating each other at their own game. She builds empires with precision. He tears them down with charm and chaos. They've spent years turning the business world into a battlefield-until one contract changes everything. An agreement which brings them in marriage for the sake of legacy and power. Now, two people who can't stand to breathe the same air are forced to share vows, a home, and maybe something far more dangerous-feelings. But in a world where control is everything and vulnerability is weakness, love isn't part of the plan. It's war. In a story of sharp banter, slow-burning tension, and unexpected softness, Hate Written in Vows is a tale of two rivals who just might ruin everything... or rewrite what it means to be in love.

Prachi Mehra has survived the kind of losses that could break anyone. After losing her parents and the one person who meant the world to her, she built a new life out of the ruins. To everyone else, she's the determined young woman behind PS Creates, a successful event management company. But behind her strength lies a heart still carrying the weight of grief. Ranbir Kohli's world collapsed the day he lost his brother and sister-in-law. The only reason he still smiles is for his daughter, Arna-the little girl who is his everything. For her, and for his mother, he has learned to live through the ache in his heart. Two broken souls. Two hearts bound by love for a child. And a destiny neither of them saw coming. But can Prachi and Ranbir, scarred by their pasts, truly find healing in each other? Or will the shadows of yesterday keep them apart?

The pure journey from "𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓱𝓲 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓲𝔂𝓮" "𝓪𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓪𝓹𝓴𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓻𝓾𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝓷𝓱𝓲, 𝓴𝓱𝓾𝓴𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓲𝔂𝓮!!" To "𝓻𝓮𝓱 𝓷𝓱𝓲 𝓼𝓪𝓴𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪?" "𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓷𝓱𝓲 𝓳𝓲" 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 Hoor Rathore "𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒆" Rudransh Khurana "𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒚𝒂?" 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 He was the reason why she got kicked out of the school and now he's the one she'll be tied to, for all of her life? 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 She was the one who annoyed him to his limits and now she's the one who'll be his 'ardhangini'? 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 Would their relationship grow into something divine and real? Or would they break apart under the circumstances? 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 To know, dive in Mere Mehboob, a story full of drama, a bit of comedy and ofcourse, shudh desi romance.

She accused him the first time they met. Called him ruthless. Heartless. A man who hides cruelty behind power. She didn't know he was Rudraksha Rathore - a man who doesn't tolerate disrespect, especially not from a girl who looked at him without fear. He could've ignored her. Instead, he chose to destroy her confidence piece by piece. Under the same roof, he controls everything - the rules, the silence, the distance between them. Every argument becomes a battle. Every glance feels like a challenge. He makes her bend. He makes her question herself. He reminds her exactly who holds the power. But Noor doesn't break. She argues back. She accuses harder. She refuses to look away. And somewhere between punishing her arrogance and proving his dominance, Rudraksha begins noticing things he shouldn't. The way her voice softens when she misses home. The way she pretends not to care. The way her eyes search for him even when she hates him. Control turns into attention. Attention turns into obsession. Because the man she called a villain doesn't fall in love. He claims. And once Rudraksha Rathore decides someone is his- There is no escaping him.

"The things I did to stay sane without you" He groaned. I looked up as I felt the hotness on my face and the tingle in my body. I'd missed him a lot and I wasn't used to him anymore, so I was a bit shy. "Day and night I kissed your pics." he buried his face between my breasts, over my shirt and breathed in, his voice trembling and whiny, "Missed your sweet scent." He mumbled through the kisses. He pulled away and held my face with his palms. He touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. "Please. I beg of you. Please, wait for me. Don't forget me. Don't move on. I won't be able to handle it." He whispered, his voice cracking at the end as he stared at me with an agonizing look. MATURE AUDIENCE 18+ I AM STILL EDITING OLDER CHAPTERS.

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​"In a world where beauty is measured by shades and love is measured by bank balances, two broken souls are about to break the rules." ​Ananya Sharma is used to being overlooked. A 2nd-year Law student with a sharp mind and a "dusty" skin tone that society never let her forget, she has built a wall around her heart made of cold, hard logic. She doesn't believe in fairy tales, and she definitely doesn't believe she is anyone's "happily ever after." To her, love is just a contract she isn't interested in signing. ​Advait Raichand is the man who has everything-and trusts no one. At thirty, the billionaire CEO of Raichand Enterprises sees people as transactions and emotions as a liability. He believes every woman has a price and every smile is a calculated move toward his wealth. He is grumpy, distant, and convinced that love is a luxury he doesn't need. ​When Ananya walks into Raichand Towers for a prestigious legal internship, the collision is instant. He sees a girl who shouldn't belong in his world; she sees a man who thinks he can buy the sun. ​But as a high-stakes legal battle forces them into the same room, their logic begins to fail. ​Can a girl who thinks she is unlovable find her worth in the eyes of a man who thinks love is a scam? Or will the ghosts of Ananya's past and the weight of Advait's gold destroy the one thing that law cannot explain and logic cannot solve?