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.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝕺𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆" H𝖆𝖟𝖊𝖑 & E𝖟𝖆𝖟 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞/𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧/𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

•𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘• "यदा त्वं मम दृष्टे तदा कालो न हन्यते। जन्मान्तरे च त्वया सह अहं तिष्ठामि नित्यदा॥" 【𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.】 In the divine timeline of the Satya Yuga stood a kingdom that was once revered for its righteousness, harmony, and unshaken dharma. But now, its glory is buried due to a curse. A curse that is waiting for the divine power, that resides in a different timeline. When time and fate tried to bound love, the devotion was carried across eras by the warrior, who denied to bow down to prophecy. Read the story to know what happens when the cursed prince of the Satya Yuga, bound by duty and destiny, travels to the Kali Yuga to find his soulmate. Will he be able to break the curse or get lost in the wheel of time? Will he be able to survive in the era of moral decay? Or will he kneel before the evil forces of the Kali Yuga?

In 90s Bhopal, where every gali had a love story and every radio played romantic songs, he remained untouched. An IPS officer known for his calm mind and strict principles, he worked under Commissioner Jagadish Rathore with complete loyalty. Love, for him, was distraction. But Kirti Rathore, bold, spoiled, and used to getting everything she wanted had decided that his attention was the only thing she truly desired.

°•Book - 1 Of KRVC Series (Standalone)•° °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° He's 6'2" of cocky, charming chaos. She barely reaches his chest. He sings like a god, breaks hearts like a hobby, and has a college fan club dedicated to his smirk. She's the quiet one - all oversized hoodies, smudged kajal, and sarcasm. Not the kind of girl people fall for... except maybe him. But they're just best friends. He calls her Chamko. She calls him Rockstar. She builds architectural models at 3 AM. He climbs hostel windows with KitKats and coffee. When the whole college is falling for Aarush Shekhawat, he's busy looking for one girl in the crowd - Amyra Sharma. No one knows their story. Not even them. A story about two best friends who swear they're not in love... until they are. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Height difference ✔ Late-night hugs ✔ Jealousy & teasing ✔ He sings only for her ✔ Best friends to lovers? Let's see. #ChamkoAndRockstar #BestFriendsToLovers#WattpadIndia

♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 His heart skipped a beat as she stepped forward and placed a soft peck on his cheeks, his ears turned deep red. 'Did you like it babygirl?' his heart started racing speedily as she asked, he lowered his gaze and bit his lips due to nervousness. A sly smirk crept on her lips, she held his chin and his lifted his face, her grip gentle yet firm,'Speak sweetheart' she said, her voice soft yet commanding. He, slowly lifted his gaze, his hands fidgeting, 'Ye..Yes..' a faint voice could only escape from his throat, she chuckled looking at him. 'Aww my babygirl is getting shy shy' she teases him making him blush harder, he buried his face in his palms due to shyness. ______________________________________________________________________________________ S-sh-shadi? kiski shadi? Bhindi aur baingan ki.! Hein? Par wo to sabji h na? I'm talking about our marriage Mr. Malhotra ______________________________________________________________________________________ "Love? She's my devotion and I'm devoted to her"- Akshit Malhotra "Lust? I won't even touch him for the rest of my life if he refuses" - Shivika Sah Jab ishq ibadat ban jaye tab man mandir ban jata hai aur pyar amar ho jata hai. A sweet love story of Akshit and Shivika, where love turns into pure devotion. ___________________________________________ ___________________________________________ ★ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ★ •Extrovert x Introvert •Age gap •Slow burn •Bold fl x Shy ml •Calm x Chaotic •Ghar ki badi beti x Ghar ka eklauta beta •Sunshine x Sunflower •He fell first and hardest

Ira never believed in curses-until an ancient one decided to believe in her. Labelled Manglik in her horoscope, she's told she's doomed to destroy the man she marries. The solution? A strange ritual marriage to a sacred peepal tree, meant to trick fate and cleanse her stars. She doesn't think much of it, until the tree is cut down... and everything starts to shift. The village grows uneasy. Animals avoid the stump. And her new husband? He speaks in riddles. Moves like someone wearing borrowed skin. Touches her like he's known her body for lifetimes. At night, Ira feels roots curl around her thighs in sleep. Wind breathes her name. And somewhere in the dark, something ancient watches with hunger and memory. She didn't just awaken a spirit. She may have invited it home. Now, Ira must face a love that doesn't ask permission. A bond born from blood, bark, and broken vows. A truth deeper than her bones, and older than the gods. A dark erotic folktale of possession, punishment, and a love that blooms from the roots of rage.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐨𝐟 Royals Trilogy Digging into secrets was Kainaat's favourite hobby. Until she found that her entire life was one. A lost heir. A stolen legacy. A life built on lies. Betrayal shadows every step. Revenge calls louder than reason. And the line between justice and vengeance blurs with every choice she makes. Two paths lie before her-one bathed in shadows, driven by vengeance; the other, a desperate hope for justice and redemption. As betrayals surface and old wounds rip open, the war for the crown, and for her soul, reaches its endgame. The royals who shaped her past are about to face their reckoning. But before the war ends, Kainaat must decide, will she expose their sins or become one of them? Will she be a royal forsaken by blood... or a royal reborn by fire?

|Completed On Scrollstack| Kainaat Sharma was finally settling into Trinity, making peace with its air of power and deception. For the first time, she felt like she belonged-like she had carved a place for herself amidst the chaos. But beneath the illusion of control, the strings had always been pulled by someone else. The game was already in motion long before she stepped onto the board, and she soon realised she was nothing more than a pawn. But Kainaat is done being a piece in someone else's hands. With every secret she uncovers, the shadows around her grow darker. Loyalties crumble. Truths shatter. And the past refuses to stay buried. The deeper she digs, the closer she comes to the one secret that changes everything. And just when she thinks she's found her silver lining, she realizes it's only a key to another secret. A secret immersed deep in blood. A secret so lethal, it made her question her entire life.