"I Scratch and Bite." She warned. "Oh really!? Then you must have been a very bad girl. I want you to face the wall and raise your skirt and I promise after that you will crawl and beg too." he smirked. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes fate plays a twisted role in unfolding. Unfortunately we have to surrender to it's unpredictable plan. Saranya Rajbanshi, a 19-Year-Old kind and sweet girl, found herself at the crossroads of destiny. Suddenly arranged to someone,she never met. It felt like a thrust upon her. Like every single other girl she also wished to choose her Mr. Right for herself. But unfortunately, fate played a different role. She couldn't say no to her father's. wish and surrendered. Yuvaan Thakur, a 27-Year-Old tall, handsome creature, has just returned from abroad to take over his family legacy. His life was on track, until fate intervened, entangling him in a web of obligations he never asked for his entire life. And it made his life turn towards another route, the route he never wanted to cross in his life. But little do they know, their lives are on a collision course... That their lives are about to take an unexpected turn... Fate has something in store for them... But What!!?? For knowing everything you have to read the whole story. "SO BUCKLED UP FOLKS!! Their stories are about to collide in unexpected ways..." NO TRANSLATION OR PLAGIARISM IS ALLOWED FOR THIS BOOK.

HIS SERIES #1 "I wasn't the woman he wanted. But I was the one he vowed to destroy." She was never the first choice. Not for her parents. Not for him. Not even for love. Forced to marry the man who only had eyes for her sister, she walks into a loveless marriage with a shattered heart and silent hopes. He never wanted her. But fate didn't ask. In a mansion that feels more like a prison, surrounded by cold stares and buried truths, she learns to survive in silence. But sometimes, the heart notices what the eyes ignored. And sometimes, love grows... where it was never meant to.... "Mohabbat hogyi hai aapse, mat jaiye na " Abhyansh singh Rathore .....

An indian sports romance He holds the bat. She holds the mic. Without anyone knowing that they hold a secret together. He is the country's most worshiped cricketer-cold, disciplined and less interested in media and paparazzi. She is this nation's rising journalist- clumsy, determined and filled with grace. Would they fall for each other or destiny gonna test their limits of love? 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: Sports romance He fell first Cricketer X Journalist Forbidden love Hidden relationship Soft X Chaotic Rom com

.✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐮𝐨. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ ╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕 𝐑𝐎𝐘: He is the ultimate sarcastic boy, known for his chaotic energy and unapologetic attitude. His love for sports cars and bikes runs deep, reflecting his thrill-seeking nature. With sarcasm always at the tip of his tongue, he effortlessly shuts down anyone who dares to mess with him, leaving no room for anyone to challenge his confidence. ╰┈➤ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 She is a vibrant and lively girl who radiates energy wherever she goes. With her sharp tongue and quick wit, she always has a clever comeback ready, making conversations entertaining and full of surprises. Her bubbly personality and sense of humor make her a joy to be around. ── .✦ ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗡𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆. ______________________________________

[Slow updates] 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 The sacred fire had been burning too long. It cracked and spat like it knew. Like it had been waiting for a groom who would never arrive. The music had stopped. The smiles had died. Only whispers remained. "Left her..." "At the mandap..." "What a disgrace..." She heard every word. Still, she didn't move. Draped in red. Covered in gold. Sitting like a statue carved out of pride and humiliation. Her eyes burned so fiercely it felt like they might bleed- But she refused to cry. Tears would mean he mattered. Tears would mean he had broken her. The priest shifted uncomfortably. Relatives looked away. Her parents stood frozen between shame and helplessness. Time stretched. Suffocating. Merciless. Then- A voice. Sharp. Cold. Absolute. "I will marry her." The words didn't just interrupt the silence. They shattered it. Every head turned. He walked forward through the stunned crowd without hesitation, without permission - as if this was never a question of if, only when. He stopped before her. For the first time, she looked up. And the world tilted. Not a stranger. Not a savior. Him. The one man she had buried long before today. He bent slightly, his presence swallowing the chaos around them. His voice dropped, meant only for her, each word deliberate... intimate... inevitable. "Welcome back in my life, sweetheart." Not an offer. A claim. As if she had never truly escaped him.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

I see her... she's standing in my room, glowing. Draped in a deep red saree that hugs her curves like it was stitched by desire itself. Her long hair flows down in soft waves, her maang tikka catching the light. Her lips-those familiar, infuriating, plump lips-glossed and slightly parted. She looks... like a bride. My bride. I forget to breathe. The room is quiet, dimly lit. She doesn't say a word-just looks at me. Not shy, not bold. Just... there. As if she belongs. My steps are slow as I walk toward her. My hand lifts on its own, trailing gently along the silk of her saree until it reaches her bare waist. Warm. Soft. Real. She doesn't flinch. Her eyes hold mine, and I'm not sure if my heart is racing or stopping. My gaze drops to her lips. God. I lean in, one hand resting on her waist, the other brushing her cheek. Her breath warms mine. My eyes flutter shut, lips just inches from hers... Knock. Knock. I freeze. My lips hover, not touching. "Who's knocking?" I whisper, eyes still closed. She giggles. "Open your eyes and see." I frown. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder now. Her voice begins to fade. "Open your eyes, Aarav..." she whispered near my lips. ____ She came to the city chasing her dreams. He became the distraction she never saw coming. And what will happen when Aarav and Priya's fathers clash with each other? To find the answers to all these questions, you'll have to read this story. So please read this story and shower it with lots of love. And don't forget to follow me! 🤞😘💖

╰┈➤✮ 𝑅𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑 × 𝐴𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 ❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "You will not talk to him." He said whispering, as if trying to control his anger, but I don't care about him right now. "I will, you are literally no one to tell me what to do and what not." I said, stating the fact. "Oh, Mia! Do not make me do something that you will regret." He said encircling his one hand around my waist and with the other he held the back of my neck firmly yet gently as he pushed me against the wall lightly, cagging me. "What will you do huh?" I know I am provoking him but i don't care because why would I? He thinks that he owns me which is so wrong. It's just him and his lethal obsession. "I will not think twice before fucking you right now and I will not stop till, forget about dancing you are even unable to walk properly." He said and i could see in his eyes that he is not lying at all. He is Rushad Shannan after all. The man of his words. ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─── A girl was just dancing in the rain one day but she didn't know that a man would get so obsessed with her that he would make her his possession. What will happen when he tries to make her mine? Will she accept him? Or She will run away from him? Dark romance!! So it will contain highly mature content. Really possessive MML. So read it at your risk!

🖤 LOST IN HIS DARKNESS A tale of love written by fate... and tested by fire. --- They say love heals. But what if love is the very thing that destroys you - slowly, beautifully, completely? In a world built on secrets, power, and bloodlines, destiny doesn't ask for permission before it writes your name beside someone else's. And when it writes in fire... even the stars can't rewrite it. A story where love isn't gentle - it's destiny's most beautiful sin. --- Ansh × Niyati - The Darkness and the Flame --- Deep × Shivika - The Light Between Shadows --- Shaurya × Niharika - The Fire That Never Apologizes --- Three loves. Three destinies. One truth - love doesn't come softly here. It tests, it scars, it destroys... And yet, it saves. --- ~ Written by @authordestinyy

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)