❝𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ ════════════════════════════ Anvitha Ahuja, who's a 18 year old, an academic weapon, always puts her studies on top. Even compromises her health for it. She can never be behind anyone. It's in her habit now, that she can't be the second, always having to be on the top. She's just a fresher in an engineering college, that she worked damn hard to get. Aarvik Rautray, a 19 year old, who has always been the cocky, sassy, kind of guy, he studies, but does he behave like a nerd? Sometimes. His ego is too much to not be the first, he has always been the one who's popular, and academically intelligent. The kind of nerd that makes tears roll down your thigh. Both of them just got into a college, but what will happen, when they clash for the first position? Will this rivalry turn into something they never wanted? And finally will they be in love or have the worst heart break ever? To know, read 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 By kuhuwrts. ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ~ Academic rivals to lovers ~ 18 X 19 ~ Grumpy X Grumpier ~ She fell first but found him on the ground. ~ College Romance. 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 1𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳, 2025. Byeee~ Love.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and selflessly. However, she was unaware that her kindness had drawn the wrong kind of attention until Shariq Raichand kidnaps her, shattering her world. Lost in despair, Shivanya nearly gives up hope-until her boss, Vihaan Rajput, steps in as her unexpected savior, pulling her from the clutches of a traumatic future. But when Vihaan returns her to her family, she discovers a chaotic mess waiting for her at home. In a surprising move, Vihaan offers to marry her to protect her honor. But will this marriage be born out of pity, or could it blossom into something more - something real? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Aaliya Farooqi 22, soft hearted, clever, faithful , orphaned child and desperate to escape a life she never chose. On the day of her marriage with her cousin, she flees her family... only to run straight into another danger. Zavian Syed Qureshi 29, whose name strike terror and demands respect across Hyderabad. Orphan, Cold, ruthless ,and unstoppable, thinks faith is useless, though the faintest flicker of humanity hides beneath the darkness, trusts no one... until she lands in his car as her hiding spot, a gun pressed to her head. One runaway bride. One mobster. One secret contract marriage that could cost them both everything. In the shadows of Hyderabad, survival isn't guaranteed ... and love might be the deadliest risk of all. 🥀 🖤 ♟️ 🕸️

𝓐 𝓥𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓒𝓔𝓞 𝔁 𝓓𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 | 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 | 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷. When a brilliant medical intern becomes the target of an anonymous digital predator, she must trust a cold-blooded cybersecurity CEO who can protect her digital life-but only if she can handle the ruthless methods he uses. Rabeeha Ansar lives her life by the clock: patient rounds, sterile scrubs, and the quiet comfort of her routine. She is content in her boredom-until the first message arrives. An anonymous shadow from a past she doesn't remember begins turning her sanctuary into a hunting ground. Saad Azhar is a man of glass and steel, ruling a cybersecurity empire built on the very secrets that haunt him. He was prepared for a life of cold isolation, spiraling toward an oblivion he felt he deserved. He wasn't prepared for Rabeeha. He claims he's marrying her to keep her safe. He says it's just a contract to keep the monster at her door at bay. But as Rabeeha is pulled into Saad's opulent world, she's forced to face a terrifying question: How does a stranger know the map of her soul better than she does? And is the man holding the key to her cage, her savior-or the architect of the very nightmare she's running from? "𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓱𝓪. 𝓘 𝓰𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾." ~ 𝓢𝓪𝓪𝓭 𝓐𝔃𝓱𝓪𝓻

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

Yaduvanshi Series #3 It is a book under yaduvanshi series. But it could be read as standalone too. Nitya Raghavendra is a telugu businesswoman earning millions but her appearance in news is almost negligible. She is a sweet but sassy lady. She hates to hurt other person but once you are in her bad book, she won't care even if you cry thousand time in front of her. But behind all this, there is a girl who craved for love all her life but what she got in return is betrayal. Her heart always craved for love but fate taught her to live without love. Shivansh Singh Yaduvanshi is the younger brother of the biggest businessman of India. He haven't achieved anything great in his life yet but still he is all over the newspapers and social media, all because of his physique, looks and lavish lifestyle. Every week his name is attached with a new lady. He is known to be the playboy but is he? Let's see how life take turns when they are both tied in an arranged marriage. A beautiful love story with chaos everywhere or a simple married life. PS: All pictures are taken from Pinterest.

Some love stories are written in blood. Some never die. Deep in the heart of Rajasthan, Raudra Mahal still stands, wrapped in whispers and centuries of tragedy. Every bride who enters its cursed halls vanishes on her wedding night, leaving behind only the faint scent of jasmine... and a bloodstained dupatta. Siya Mehta came here chasing a story. She didn't expect to become part of it. Aaryan Rathore, the last heir of the palace, knows more than he says. He warns her to leave. He tells her some things are better left buried. But the deeper Siya goes, the more the palace begins to remember. Not just the curse... but her. Because this isn't just a mystery. It's a story that has already been lived once before. A love that ended in betrayal. A curse that refuses to let it end. And this time... Raudra Mahal might not let her leave at all.

"Stop don't come near me." She stepped back. Her hand was bleeding and making her white dress red. "Megha listen to me..." I tried explaining. "Just stop." Tears rolled down her cheeks. I have never seen her that weak and vulnerable before. "You have spoken a lot...... Today i am going to speak and you are going to listen......all my life you just tried spoiling everything for me. Grades comparison, extra curricular activities, in business and then our marriage." She said gripping her hand and making her bleed more. "I tolerated everything your teasing, your stupid comments, smoking, the problems you caused in my life...... Everything. But this...... this.....this is something i can never forget and forgive" She fell on the floor and looked at me. "I hated you all my life but now when i want to hate you the most.....I am not able to.....i am not able to hate you and you know why?..... Because i don't know when, where and how but i have fallen madly in love with you." My heart stopped hearing her words. She loves me. She was a mess now. Face covered with tears, eyes read, her bleeding hand and her blood dress. The moment i closed and opened my eyes, she was on the floor....lying motionless.