Aayat Kapoor is a grumpy, sharp-tongued woman who dislikes almost everyone and prefers staying out of people's business. But when her property is suddenly questioned despite all official approvals being in place, she refuses to stay silent. Instead of running around offices or waiting for paperwork to clear, she walks straight into the Chief Minister's office in Mumbai to demand answers herself. That decision changes everything. Mihir Raghuvanshi, the powerful and feared Chief Minister of Maharashtra, is known for his strict control, cold demeanor, and zero tolerance for chaos. He expects respect, not confrontation. But Aayat doesn't care who he is, she speaks to him the same way she would speak to anyone trying to dismiss her rights. What starts as a heated confrontation quickly turns into an unexpected situation neither of them anticipates. Political pressure, public perception, and a sudden twist of circumstances force them into a contract marriage meant to solve a short-term crisis and protect both their interests. Aayat agrees reluctantly, she has no trust in people, and definitely no interest in love. Mihir agrees for reasons of his own, keeping his emotions locked away behind discipline and power. But living under the same roof changes things. Aayat, who thought she was done with life's complications, slowly begins to see a different side of Mihir, someone who is unexpectedly calm with her, protective in quiet ways, and strangely attentive. Mihir, who has always kept people at a distance, finds himself drawn to her honesty, her temper, and the way she refuses to be intimidated by him. Still, the contract has an expiration date. And both of them know it. The real question becomes not how they agreed to it, but whether something real can grow inside something that was never meant to last. Or whether duty, power, and circumstance will eventually force them apart. To know what happens read the story.

"I 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 him for thirteen years. Then I watched him 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. And suddenly... I became the 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝." "𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he said. "𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭... is to remind you every single day- 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. He never realized he was breaking the girl who had loved him silently, completely, long before hate had poisoned his heart. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𓂃✍︎ ----------------------------------------- Hide until this song ends... and I'll leave you 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. "Run, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲," he whispered. 𝐑𝐮𝐧. 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." She noticed the notebook and pen in his hand as he read fiction. "Taking notes on how to be a 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧?" "No." 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬... 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟*𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. She snaps, "Go. Eat whatever you want. I don't care." He tilts his head, his voice low. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲." ----------------------------------------- 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : ☆ Forced marriage ☆ Morally grey male lead ☆ Childhood friends to lovers

Isha never wanted wealth, crowns, or castles. She only wanted a simple life-one where survival was enough. But fate had other plans. A single truth shatters her world: she carries the blood of the Rathores, one of the most powerful royal lineages. Suddenly, she is thrust into palaces dripping with luxury, guarded by walls of secrets, and watched by a family that accepts her only by name, never by heart. Her new life is filled with cold brothers, a father who hides his sorrow behind laughter, and a legacy that demands perfection. Because in this empire, blood is not just thicker than water-it's the sharpest weapon of all. And Isha must decide: will she shine like royalty, or bleed like the rest?

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

The combination of fuel and fire is dangerous❤️🔥, everyone knows this but when two people become each other's fuel and fire💋, then either they burn themselves or burn anyone who comes between them...✨ And in this story, there is our fire, Samarth Singh Rathore, the king of Jodhpur, the best businessman of India, who is just like a devil, he has no place for anyone in his heart except his family, cold, grumpy, rude - all these are very small words, for him he is a devil, a devil. And our fuel is Siya Thakur, the only sister of India's biggest mafia, whom everyone also calls the princess of death, her favorite work is to send bad people straight to hell. Try to hurt their close ones and go straight to hell. To see how this fuel and fire combination will be, read below.🎀

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha