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𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗚𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 ��𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝘁 par author_lilie
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𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠; ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠? _________________________________________ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞...?" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. "𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞d.
𝑫𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒗𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂  par _shreyawrits
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Dhruv Singhania - a cold, powerful businessman, secretly feared as the "Gray" of the underground world. Born to an Indian father and raised among Italy's mafia elite, he walks a dangerous line between power and secrecy. To the world, he is untouchable - calm, ruthless, and impossible to read. Tara Roy - a bright, stubborn, and fiercely independent girl who dreams of seeing the world. Full of life and mischief, Tara believes in simple joys, family love, and fearless living, unaware that her path is about to collide with a darkness she never imagined. When fate intertwines their worlds through a single, unexpected meeting, Dhruv finds himself drawn to Tara's innocence, her laughter, and her stubborn fire - a dangerous temptation for a man who has vowed never to love. And Tara, caught between heartbeats and danger, will have to decide if she can survive the storm Dhruv brings... or if she will become the only light he ever truly needed. A story of stolen glances, quiet wars, forbidden emotions, and a bond that was never meant to exist - but refuses to break.
Her innocent king par kaashiwrts
kaashiwrts
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"Her innocent King" He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑 "When he is be like agar mein aapke kharche nahi uthapaya toh..." ["When he says: what if I'm not able to bear your expenses..."..] "And she is like" aap mere nakhre uthalijiye gaaa....""Woh bohot hai mere liye Kharche mein uthalungii...["And she is like-just handle my tantrums....."That means a lot to me...I'll handle the expenses...] #WattpadOriginal #MafiaRomance #ForcedMarriage #EnemiesToLovers #InnocentHusband #StrongFemaleLead #InstagramRomance #DesiLoveStory #WattpadCouple #DesiFiction #HumorRomance #PowerfulHer #WattpadRomance #WattpadIndia #WattpadWriter #FictionLovers #WattpadCover #SpicyAndSweet #WattpadEnemiesToLovers #DesiQueenVibes
THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND |18+ par asin_A
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_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!
When My Professor And My Gaze Met par CrispyWrites
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Here's the story description in short *When my professor and my gaze met* He's feared and admired, the number one professor in the college-strict, bold, and always in control. She's the shy, intelligent student who doesn't flaunt her beauty or brains. Unknowingly, they start falling for each other, but both are too stubborn to acknowledge their growing feelings. Let me know if you'd like any tweaks! Hii guys I hope you like it I try my best to do my best so please support i am new in writer so please vote and review my story thank you very much!💖
Tangled hearts: Professor's safe haven (On Hold) par shay_wrts
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Dedication- For the ones who who became someone's home, even when they felt lost themselves- and for the love that made them stay, even when leaving felt easier. ---------- Vedant Verma - 32 years old, 6'2. A profesor by passion and architect by profession. A well-known person in the field of architect. Owns his own firm. Strict, disciplined and cold hearted. "Each time she spoke, I forgot the line between mentor and man." Sanvi deshmukh- 24 years old, 5'4. A student in her first year of post-grad. A shy, reserved and socially awkward. She has a brilliant brain but lacks confidence which often over shadowed her brilliance. "He made the world make sense-until he became the one thing I couldn't understand ." ------------ When Sanvi Deshmukh steps into her post-grad classroom, the last thing she expects is to fall for the one man she shouldn't-her professor, Vedant Verma. Cold-hearted and respected, Vedant keeps his emotions buried beneath blueprints and deadlines... until Sanvi's quiet brilliance begins to crack his carefully built walls. But in a world where rules exist for a reason, how long can love hide in the shadows?
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝  par author_dove
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#Top2 in India : 6/1/26 #Top1 in India : 7/1/26 #Top5 in India: 11/1/26 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔: A 26-year old Professor, who is also a According to his students 'He is the most handsome man alive on the planet'. He is 6 '2 tall which makes him more attractive and handsome and not to forget his jet black eyes, perfectly gelled hair, light beard and especially his 8-pack body. He is the only son of a billionaire but nobody knows it. 𝗝𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗥𝗜: A 19-year old, mischievous girl whose laugh never left her face and just finished her schooling. She can laugh anywhere in any situation because of which she always gets into trouble. She is 5 '1, which is not too short. Okay, "her words" had grey eyes with short hair till her shoulder and had a zero figure. She is the only daughter of the Chief Minister of the state which know one knows except her bestfriends. ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ To know more about them, Dive into the story. Suno itna tak padhe na.. toh phir aage padhne mein kya problem hai. Jao na please..*puppy eyes*
The Cricket Tyrant  par author_jerry
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✎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────
His Quiet Obsession  par _evaawrts_
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⋆.𐙚 ̊ His Quiet Obsession: "ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɴ- ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ" ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── When "̶I̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶r̶u̶l̶e̶s̶.̶"̶ type of girl meets ̶"̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶...̶ ̶r̶e̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶"̶ type of man!!! ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ★| Amaira Gupta - resident chaos supplier, unofficial princess of her family, and professional "I-want-it-so-I-get-it" kind of girl. She's a walking playlist of Taylor Swift songs, a binge-watching K-drama addict, and the kind of bubbly sunshine that somehow manages to trip over flat ground but still look adorable doing it. She's a hopeless romantic, the kind who dreams with her head in the clouds, heart in her sleeve, and diary full of dramatic what-if scenarios. Somewhere between all the laughter, the pouts, and the twirls in her floral dresses... she unknowingly lost her heart to a pair of ocean-blue eyes. ☕ ★| Shivansh - the kind of man silence belongs to. He's already the disciplined, composed owner of his own company, the sort who keeps his suits pressed, his schedule tighter than his smile, and his life free from chaos... or at least, that's what he thought. Grumpy to the core, allergic to noise and mess, and carrying a past dark enough to keep most people at arm's length - he never imagined the girl with hazel-brown eyes, the one who barged in like a hurricane, would become the exception. He tried to run from her, from the warmth she brought, but destiny doesn't exactly care about his carefully drawn lines. ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ♡ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕏 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕤♡
Shamelessly Yours par YoursRiRi
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☆✷ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ✷☆ When hearts collide, love doesn't ask for permission. It breaks, it burns, and it stays. Sanvi Singh is fire - passionate, guarded, and built on resilience. She's used to fighting her battles alone, used to silence, to swallowing her hurt behind ambition and smiles. Mahir Raghuwanshi is calm - controlled, calculating, and dangerously patient. He lives in a world of expectations, where emotions are weaknesses... except when it comes to her. They were never meant to cross paths, let alone crash into each other with the kind of force that leaves neither untouched. She challenges him. He steadies her. She builds walls. He walks through them. She runs. He stays. But love, real love, isn't gentle. It pushes. It exposes. It demands. This is not a perfect love story. It's raw, it's messy, and it doesn't come with guarantees. It's about two people who keep finding their way back to each other - not because they have to, but because something in them refuses not to. And maybe, just maybe, that's what love truly is.