"He drives me mad. I drive him insane. Welcome to Team Hate."🔥 They say there's a thin line between love and hate. For Sarah & Shahmeer? That line is on fire. 🔥 He's the arrogant billionaire who thinks the world bends for him. She's the stubborn girl who refuses to bow. Every glare is a spark ⚡. Every fight is a storm 🌪️. Every word between them drips with venom... and something dangerously close to desire. 👀 She swears she can't stand him. He swears he doesn't need her. So why do their hearts race every time they're in the same room? Why does hate start to feel like heat? And what happens when the games stop feeling like games... and start feeling like everything? Because when Team Hate plays, someone's bound to get burned. 🔥💋 👑💌 This is Team Hate. And sometimes... hate is another word for obsession. #1 on #morallygrey out of 655 stories #2 on #tease out of 1.96k stories #5 on #dramaromance out of 3.75k stories #9 on #team out of 19.3k stories #16 on #humour out of 35k stories #2 on #greyromance #4 on #bestie 🎭 GENRE / SUBGENRE ❤️🔥Romance drama (core) ❤️🔥Contemporary fiction with emotional depth ❤️🔥Romantic suspense / psychological edge ❤️🔥Slow burn but high tension ❤️🔥Character-driven romance ❤️🔥Light humor and fun ❤️ CORE TROPES 💫Enemies to Lovers 💫Forced proximity 💫Forced / arranged marriage 💫Protective / possessive male lead 💫Strong, sassy female lead 💫Banter & pranks 👑 SECONDARY TROPES / ELEMENTS 🔥Jealousy / possessiveness moments 🔥Powerful man, emotional mess 🔥Soft girl, sharp tongue dynamic 🔥Team dynamics 🔥High-stakes emotional tension

This could have been a gentle story for quiet autumn evenings. But it shattered against Morphine - a chapter that will not let you stay indifferent. And now, you'll understand why. This is not a story about perfect love. It's about healing through pain, about love that blooms after trauma, and about the fragile line between salvation and obsession. She is a woman rebuilding herself from the ashes. Not strong - simply real. A mother. A fighter. A writer whose words cut deeper than truth itself. She doesn't want to be someone's muse - she only wants to be understood. He is the man the world worships... and fears. A legend. A symbol of an era. But behind the fame, there's a man haunted by his own darkness. Together, they are fire and gasoline - two broken souls learning how to love without losing themselves. Their story isn't a fairytale. It's an age-gap dark romance about redemption, grief, and the courage to love again. With touch. With words. With silence between the lines.

She's the storm he never wanted. He's the challenge she never saw coming. ..................................................................................................... Nysa Mittal doesn't invite chaos-it just has a habit of following her around. And moving into the Reddy household? Yeah, that just made things worse. Vedant Reddy is Mr. Perfect. The golden boy. The one who walks like he owns the place (probably because he does). And he hates her. Too loud, too unpredictable, too... Nysa. She'd love to stay out of his way, really. But when his friends roll in like a full-blown soap opera and secrets from the past start creeping in, keeping a low profile? Not an option. ------------ Glimpse "If I win the bet, you have to go on your knees and say, 'Sorry, your highness,' in front of everyone," Nysa declared, her smirk daring, eyes twinkling with mischief. Vedant leaned back, arms crossed, completely unfazed. "Sure, Princess." He wasn't worried. Because the game had already started, and if there was one thing he knew.....Nysa Mittal played to win, but so did he.

Isaac Blackwoods has spent his entire life running from shadows. From the mansion where his father's voice was a weapon, from the nightmares that follow him into every restless sleep, from the chains of a past he refuses to name. At twenty-two, he finally has a chance to carve out a life of his own-a rookie detective with a brilliant mind and a heart too soft for the cruel city he serves. But angels never walk unnoticed. And Isaac? Isaac has caught the eyes of monsters. They don't fall in love. They consume. They don't chase. They claim. And now their eyes are on him. To them, Isaac is not a detective. He is not a rival. He is theirs. Their butterfly. Their obsession. Isaac believes in justice, in peace, in the quiet discipline of a life not ruled by violence. They believe in blood, in power, in keeping what belongs to them no matter the cost. He thinks they're his enemies. They think he's their future. And when angels and devils meet, only one truth remains: obsession is the most dangerous game of all. Tropes: Detective x criminals Evil x angel Obsession Possession Mafia

Siya A sweetheart with a bubbly personality she doesn't have a surname because she believes you don't need anyone's support to achieve your dreams °°°°°°° Aarav Rawat A handsome hunk with a cold-hearted soon-to-be CEO of Rawat Co. ignores girls like you'll ignore YOUTUBE adds softie for closed once.. __________________________________ if you can please give it try to my book I'll appreciate it..♡ __ ISH ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cheating smoking and drinking are not going to be part of this story... __________________________________ Most important ranking #16 out of 5.89k in secretidentity #70 out of 6.39k in cafe #87 out of 1.7k in familybusiness

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

Ahh.. just go and read the story.. okayy fine let me give you the highlights # Doctor x Mafia #He was the sun and she? his sunlight #softromance #Past stories #Finding the truth #Death #Villian under the same roof

In the game of crowns, even the healer must learn to kill. (DARKFANTASY, Mature content) King Kaznanian was meant to heal, not to rule. A gifted battlefield physician, he walks among his soldiers, fights in the mud at their side, and wins the love of a kingdom with his courage and humility. But in a world where thrones are taken with knives in the dark, peace is a fragile dream. Betrayal comes from every corner, alliances twisting into traps, friendships shattering into war. At his side stands Derek, a servant whose loyalty knows no limit, willing to risk everything to protect the man he serves. Together, they must navigate the treacherous currents of court politics, foreign intrigue, and battles that test the limits of their honor. When loyalty is tested and the cost of survival grows unbearable, even the noblest heart can be driven to darkness. A heart wrenching tale of unrequited love, power, and the shadows that grow behind a crown.

Aryan Malhotra and Shivika Bajaj were brought together by their families-an arranged marriage setup like countless others in their circles. Their families had known each other for decades, their ties rooted in business partnerships, mutual respect, and social standing. Neither Aryan nor Shivika protested the decision. They weren't in love, but weren't against the idea either. It was what was expected of them-two heirs, two empires, two carefully curated lives brought together with rituals, blessings, and a five-star guest list. Aryan was instantly intrigued by Shivika's sharp tongue and unbothered confidence. She met his gaze squarely, challenged his views, and moved through the conversation with the poise of someone who knew her worth. Shivika, in turn, was surprised by Aryan. She had expected arrogance wrapped in a designer suit. Instead, she found effortless charm and a quiet depth beneath the playful surface. The engagement was swift and extravagant. Newspapers splashed headlines of "India's Power Couple in the Making." Within weeks, they were married. A lavish wedding held at a royal palace, draped in marigolds, mirror work, and money. The union was celebrated as a merger of not just businesses, but souls. Everyone loved their story. They were young, gorgeous, and wildly successful. A dream couple. What started as a beautiful beginning was unknowingly marked by a lurking threat-one that would soon turn their curated joy into aching silence. ************** Aryan, 25, was more than just Delhi's most eligible bachelor-he was a phenomenon. As the youngest-ever CEO of Malhotra Industries, he had taken the business world by storm. Armed with an Ivy League degree, a sharp eye for investments, and a natural magnetism, he was admired and envied in equal measure. Shivika, 24, wasn't far behind in stature-or spirit. As Vice President of Bajaj Corporation, she handled mergers, cracked negotiations, and managed billion-dollar deals with practiced calm.