"You're not here to fall in love." "Trust me, sir... I don't even know what that means." She was sold like a possession-traded away by the very people who were supposed to protect her. At just seventeen, she finds herself in a cold, unfamiliar mansion owned by a powerful man known for his silence, strict rules, and a heartbreak he never talks about. His only condition? Take care of his one-year-old daughter. Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't enter his study. Never touch him. For her, following orders is nothing new. Obedience has kept her alive this long. But the baby's soft cries break something inside her, and her tender touch begins to warm a house that forgot what love felt like. He tells himself she's just a caretaker. Just a temporary solution. But night after night, she shatters rule after rule... And soon, his heart becomes the final one to break. 🎯 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 Genre: Romance / Drama / Slow Burn / Hurt-Comfort Age rating: 16+ (emotional abuse themes, mature emotional content)

"𝑊𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑀𝑟. 𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒛𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂. " "𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔." __________________________________________ Ayansh Raichand, 31 years old, a billionaire industrialist. Calm, disciplined, and a perfectionist who likes everything under control. His life runs on schedules, rules, and order. Vritika Bedi, 21 years old, a college student with a hundred dreams and a thousand interests. Loud, impulsive, dramatic, and completely incapable of staying out of trouble. He is the calm. She is the chaos. He builds empires. She accidentally destroys things. He thinks before speaking. She speaks before thinking. Two completely opposite worlds collide when circumstances force them into an arranged marriage neither of them saw coming. Now Ayansh has to survive a wife who turns his perfectly organized life upside down, while Vritika has to deal with a husband who treats emotions like business meetings. Between endless arguments, unexpected friendship, silent care, possessiveness, and a love neither of them planned for... But every love story isn't supposed to make sense. Because Ayansh and Vritika are two people who have absolutely nothing in common. He follows rules. She breaks them. He likes control. She creates chaos. Yet somehow, fate decided they belonged together. Or maybe it didn't. Because when calm marries chaos, somebody is bound to lose the battle. The only question is- Will they lose themselves... or their hearts? @copyright

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love

Heliophilia (n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight To be loved is to be known. Arabella Dawson Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when people are looking. Flint Camero Has never needed anybody but himself. From a dead mother to an unpredictable father, he's doesn't know how to let people in. That all changes when he meets a burning ray of sunshine. Shitty at descriptions. But try please 🙏 Book 1 in the sun series

She came to Seoul for a conference. She never expected to leave with a secret worth risking everything for. ‧˚₊‧ ┈┈┈ ⟡ ┈┈┈ ‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊‧ ┈┈┈ ⟡ ┈┈┈ ‧₊˚⊹ Brianna expected Seoul to be another stop in her academic career-not the place that would change her life. But when an accidental encounter with Kang-Min, one of Asia's most sought-after pop stars, sparks an undeniable connection, everything changes. Their chemistry is electric, but their worlds couldn't be more different. As their secret connection deepens, Brianna and Kang-Min are forced to confront cultural divides, the strain of long-distance, and the ever-present threat of public exposure. In a world where love can become a career-ending scandal, can they keep their relationship hidden long enough to discover what they truly want-or will loving each other demand more than either is prepared to give? **Note:** This was the first story I ever posted on Wattpad. At the time, I simply wanted to get the story out of my head and into the world. Because of that, it hasn't gone through the same level of editing as my newer stories. One day, I do plan to revisit and refresh it, but for now, I'm leaving it as a reminder of where my writing journey started. Thank you for reading and growing with me along the way. 🤍 Playlist for the Story ⬇️ or search VibesWithLex on Spotify and you will see the book cover: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2XBdNe97Xh4xf7PMspWhHX?si=pW4frcbRRpKt-AZUPg_zOQ&pi=pEqZCVTnSUOfI

Years ago, Aaranya Roy loved someone silently while he remained completely unaware. Now she is not just the sunshine girl everyone once knew She has became a responsible and mature girl that no one expected. And Ishaarth Shekhawat is no longer just her brother's best friend. He is powerful, feared, dangerously calm... and a father. He carries darkness like royalty. She carries smild like a wound. But what happens when her path collides once again with the same man she once loved enough to leave behind? Especially when he looks at her like she was never truly forgotten. And one day, in the middle of all the unfinished emotions and dangerous closeness, he whispers softly- «"Can I kiss you, Aanya?"» Because some love stories don't end after heartbreak. They wait. ✦ Author's Note ✦ This story is a slow-burn dark romance filled with silence, longing, emotional chaos, and unfinished feelings. Not every love story begins with confession. Some begin with heartbreak.

⟡ ִֶָ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ Book : #1 [ Princess X Bodyguard ] 𐙚 ̊⋆ ִֶָ ⟡ ✦•┈๑ 𖤝 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 𖤝 ๑┈•✦ Sahiba, haunted by the ghosts of her past, fears the cruel hands of fate that have always snatched away the ones she loved. Aryaveer, a man consumed by an unquenchable fire, sees in her the only thing he can never truly have-peace. Every touch ignites a storm, every glance is a battle between longing and restraint. He wants to own her completely, yet refuses to seek redemption. She craves his presence, yet dreads the ruin it might bring. Love. Obsession. Guilt. Desire. A war between hearts where losing means falling too deep to ever return. 🌹✨️ * - - - - - - - - ━━━━⊱♡⊰━━━━ - - - - - - - - *

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty #1 in fiction

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

Aarna Malhotra, 26, She is a formidable business tycoon, commanding her empire of hotels, resorts, and construction with ruthless precision. Emotionless and reserved, she rarely shows any vulnerability, keeping her heart guarded and her smile hidden from the world. A devoted single mother, Aarna's 4-year-old son, Aayan, is the center of her universe. She would go to any lengths to protect his happiness, even if it means destroying anyone who threatens it. Only her trusted caretaker, Madhu Kaki, is allowed near him. No one dares to cross Aarna Malhotra. Angad Agnihotri, 28 He is a ruthless and emotionally detached billionaire who owns multi-billion-dollar companies across the globe and rules the Indian mafia. Known for his cold demeanor, he struggles to show any emotion and doesn't believe in love or marriage, despite caring deeply for his family. With his sharp mind and commanding presence, Angad is a force to be reckoned with- definitely not someone you'd want to cross. When two empires collide, will love conquer their darkest fears, or will the war between their hearts destroy everything they've built? For that you'll have to read the book.