This is the story of a broken girl who is abandoned by her real parents but destiny sent her to a family which she never expected... She thought she healed because of them but the reality she was healing them . No Mature Content but having mature language 🥀 Remaining you will get in the story .... Don't judge the story on the basis of the 1st chapter ... At least read 3 to 4 chapters... If you don't find it interesting ....then go ahead and skip the story ✨

Ikroor Shehgal, 26 the iron-willed heiress of the Shehgal empire. Raised to be unbreakable, she is the perfect successor to Shehgal Industries, cold, precise, and untouchable. Beneath the polished façade of legality, she secretly reigns as the silent queen of a hidden cannabis empire, ruling the weed kingdom without mercy. She speaks little, feels less - at least that's what the world believes. Her parents receive nothing beyond necessary words, while only her dadi holds the key to the fragile pieces of her heart. She despises her younger sister, seeing weakness where she was taught strength. Emotionless by design... yet somewhere in the shadows of her guarded soul, Ikroor quietly longs for a love she was never allowed to have. Agastya Raghavan, 32 the golden heir of the powerful Raghavan dynasty. To his parents, he is their flawless prince - gentle, obedient, and impossibly composed. To the world, he is a ruthless nightlife magnate, ruling casinos and shadowed empires with a single calculated glance. Calm. Strategic. Untouchable. Beneath his legal throne lies a darker truth - the unseen mastermind of a feared international syndicate, merciless in power and betrayal. He does not forgive. He does not forget. But behind closed doors, for the few he loves, Agastya is warmth wrapped in steel - fiercely protective, quietly possessive, and devastatingly loyal. He does not give his heart easily. But when he does... it is forever.

Abhijeet Jaisingh is a heartless ruthless businessman. He has no softness in him accept for when it comes to his mother, his best friend and the love of his life. He wants to stay away from some people but what will happen when he has to live with two of them for some time.

Innayat Bedi × Divyansh Suryavanshi Divyansh Suryavanshi A 25 year old only son of Suryavanshi family. He only knows dominance and never use soft tone for anyone. Always have this emotionaless facade. He is Cold hearted CEO of one of the most prominent and richest empire "Suryavanshi Enterprise" which rules the business world. He only know how to win and never kneels for anyone. The most handsome bachelor. All girls are crazy for him but he has never fallen for any of them until it came to certain someone who not only made his heart skip a beat but also made him kneel in front of her. Divyansh smirked "Do you think me , Divyansh Suryavanshi will follow you?? Dream on Fucker!!! "I order and people listen that,s how it always works" " Get this kid out of my office!!! I hate kids!!! They Cry everyday and wants those stupid chocolates!!!" "I hate the women who lust over me!!! "SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME??HUH??!!! I WILL SHOW HER WHO IS SATAN!!!!" Innayat Bedi A 22 year old illustrator and soft hearted girl. She is a cute,shy and beautiful soul who only knows how to shower everyone with love and kindness. She is insecure about her appearance since childhood and thinks that noone will fall for her as she is not as pretty as to be fit in Indian beauty standards. She also has some dreams about her marriage like every girl. "Don,t call me kid just because I am short," Innayat pouted while complaining Divyansh with Cold tone said "Mom please stop this marriage nonsense at once I will never marry that girl " After sometime: Innayat sniffing controlling tears "I am not crying" Divyansh cupped her cheeks "Baccha~ Do you want Chocolate? Did someone bothered you ?Tell me? Your Divyansh will scold them". They say people change in love but let's see Divyansh Suryavanshi to take 360° turn after encountering our childish Innayat. A story where Satan fall for Angel and do the things he used to consider stupid yet he himself became foolish in her love

✔️Story of Rudransh Singh Rathore and Avantika Pratap Singh --Sneak and peak-- They are exactly what other needed; the missing piece that made everything else magically click into its place. She's the type of woman who shows her sinister side when she believes in good man; precisely her man. The two body wrapped in eachother's arms getting their way to eachother in the dim yet soft light of Victorian gothic chamber. The lavender's room fragrance swimming around the Royal couple who stood in black and white. He is like the burning fire of the sun while she is calm like the moonlight of the night. They met like one evening; When he drowns, she rises so that she can keep their world enlighten through his light. Both of them; balancing eachother's genre. ______________ Her: How your eyes fell on me so undistracted? Him: Eyes? My whole fucking being fell for you, Mrs. Rathore. Her: I can't believe it. Him: Believe me, wife. Even the stars fell for you, how could I not? _______________ Him: I had lost myself, somewhere, while searching for you. Her: Believe me, husband, not more than me. Your footsteps use to echo inside abandoned corridors of my heart. _______________

Percy is betrayed when Nick Waters, a son of Poseidon and Percy's half brother, comes to camp. Loyalties are tested and enemies are made. Sally abandons him to start a mortal family. Even with the friends he still has, Percy decides to leave the place he is unwanted. He is summoned on Olympus and accused of things he didn't do. Some believe him but most are just eager to get rid of him. But when will they learn, you can't get rid of Percy that easy. He is met with some gods and the creator himself, who gives him a chance to go back in time and relive his life but not as a son of Poseidon but a son of Chaos. What will Percy find in the new timeline? Friendship? Love? But one things for sure, he will definitely have his revenge on those who wronged and shun him. I own nothing except the OCS and plot. PJO belongs to Rick Riordan.

He's the most feared man in Europe. She's the only one who makes him smile. And when a broken boy enters their lives, love becomes their greatest rebellion. Because in their world, family isn't just blood- it's everything. ____

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz