"Khushi, damn the contract! I can't live without you. I want to make you Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada forever." Now he'll bring her back - not as a contract wife, but as his wife in front of the whole world. This is an arshi short story but not written by me.The original writer of this beautiful story is crazy fan.The story is available on Indian Forums which I am finding inconvenient to read. I am creating a Wattpad version so that all of us can read this beautiful story

#1 book of Royalty series Run.....cherry." let's see how far you can go from me . You think that I'll let you go soo easily after the wait of years and being obsessed with you. He catch her from behind by her waist and trap her between him and car ). He said slowly in her ear, "you made a mistake by running on your own wedding and you get punish for it..... but--- he pause, and slide his hand from her waist to her back where her blouse ends and move close to neck to press a soft kiss there, then speak- .....not here,you will get your punishment on your first night cherry ...under me. Crying while painting my back with your fucking nails and there will be no god to save you from me giving you punishment 'little bird.'"

--- Description He never asked for her attention. He took it. She never saw him coming. But he had always been there. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. What started as a feeling... turned into a presence she couldn't escape. And what felt like fear... slowly became something far more dangerous. Because some obsessions don't fade- they consume. And some cages... don't have locks. They have him. ---

She was just another crazy superfan-standing outside the shooting gates every single day with that foolish, unbreakable smile. Rain or shine. Hope or heartbreak. He was Arnav Singh Raizada. The ruthless superstar. The heartless king of Bollywood who never let anyone close. Until one stormy night, when the sky cracked open and he finally pulled her into his world. Now, the man who never needed anyone is dangerously obsessed. She became his secret. His weakness. His only addiction. He calls it madness. She calls it love. But in the blinding lights of fame, some passions burn too bright... and the price of wanting someone this fiercely might be everything they never knew they had to lose. A darkly possessive, painfully passionate, and mysteriously addictive love story. #ipkknd #arshi #arnavsinghraizada #khushikumarigupta #arnavkhushi #asr #possessive #possessivehero #obsessed #obsession #desiromance #indianromance

Zunairah Qadir never thought a brief fling could turn into a lifelong trap - until Zaraar Alam Baig came back for her. She blocked him from her life. Now, the powerful politician has destroyed every marriage proposal that wasn't his. Her "no" didn't end things - it fed his four years old obsession. And this time, he's not here to win her. He's here to claim her. This is not a love story. It's a battle - between defiance and a man who would burn the world to possess her.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

A innocent yet mischievous girl who is studying in her final year and secretly a author. Her family didn't know that she is a famous writer on booktok, but her younger sister knows. One day her world scattered, when her father invited guest's to fix her marriage. With, the CM of there state, he is the first young minister and her father was very proud on him that he said yes for the marriage without asking her will. But on the other hand, she hates politics and lies. So she starts writing journal about the 'politics lies'. Her husband didn't know, that his wife is a writer. Let's get to know about them more in the story.

She came to Devgarh broken, carrying silence where her voice should have been. He was the Sarpanch-feared, distant, and a man who never crossed his own lines. What begins as protection slowly turns into something neither of them names... until care becomes habit, presence becomes comfort, and love grows quietly between them. This is not a story of saving. It is a story of choosing-again and again. A love built on respect, restraint, and the courage to stay. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Soft Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.