18+ "It feels so nice to fvck a little brat like you" he said while thrusting inside, making her a moaning mess. After a while, "Did you call me brat ?" She asked while glaring at him.

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥" "He's from Lucknow, loving him sounds like a Qawwali itself," his best friend said to her bestie. "Huh?" "She's from Devbhoomi, Uttarakhand. Tum jaise 36 firte hai", her bestie replied to his best friend. "Car dhire chalana mujhe marna nhi hai",she said knowing how rashly he drives. "Meri pure zindagi ki kamayi ko kuch kaise hone de sakta hu?",he replied, looking at her like she's the reason he is living. "Am I looking presentable?",he asked her, thinking she would praise his outfit. "shirtless hi hojao",she taunted him in anger after noticing the three open buttons on his shirt. "Please tell me what's wrong, R...Rooh? You're my peace. I-I can't bear to see my peace in pain," he cried silently, burying his face in her lap. "H...huh? Is he crying?" she thought the moment his hot tears soaked into her fabric. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ────౨ৎ──── 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 • Highschool romance • Romcom • Soft romance • He fell first and harder • Temproary separation • Sunshine fml X Doberman mml • Soft only for her • Possessive mml • Shy fml ~Jay.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂... 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. Read the story to know more.

In the prestigious halls of Delhi public School , where ranks matter and reputations are everything , two rule the academy battlefield . MISHIKA OBEROI - the quiet , new admission, introverted topper shy , short - tempered, and fiercely determined to top . Books are her safe place , and emotions are something she'd rather keep locked away. And there's AHAAN SINGHANIA - the charming , confident headboy of the school . Cold hearted, effortlessly briliant, and annoyingly perfect . An extrovert who owns every room je walks into with those sharp amber - brown eyes and that arrogant smirk . They are academic rivals , constantly competing for the number one spot . Every test becomes a war Every glance is a challenge. Every encounter ends in a argument. But somewhere between heated debates , stolen glances across classrooms , and silent moments neither of them can explain........ rivalry begins to blur in to something far more dangerous Because sometimes , the person you hate the most is the one your heart chooses the first And in a battle of ego , ambition and hidden feelings , the biggest question remains - What happens when your greatest rival becomes your most beloved one ? Tropes : • Academic Rivals • Enemies x lovers •Headboy x topper •Extrovert x Introvert •Grumpy x Sunshine •Opposite attracts •He fell first and harder •Ceo x Neurosurgeon

Myra Sinha has mastered the art of silence. After losing her friends and battling trust issues, she's built a wall around her heart, convinced that love isn't meant for someone like her. But someone is watching. From the other side of the classroom, a boy notices everything-her intelligence, her quiet strength, the sadness in her eyes. He admires her from afar, writing about her in a notebook only he knows exists. Words become his only voice, his way of reaching out without ever speaking. What he doesn't know is... Myra sees him too. Two hearts, burdened by unspoken feelings, aching to connect in a world where silence has always been safer than love. Will they ever find the courage to write their story together? Tropes* - soft romance - spicy romance - High school romance - she fell first, he fell harder - opposite attracts - love at first sight - insecurities - Shy girl x backbencher guy

Their bond begins in texts and poetry, in shared dreams and unspoken confessions. But as their connection deepens, so does the reality of distance. Can a love born in the world of imagination survive the challenges of real life? Or will it become another beautiful but incomplete story in her journal? What happens when two rising authors, bound by words but separated by miles, find themselves lost in each other's stories? Aadhya Shrivastava-a fierce dreamer, an extroverted storyteller who lives in the world of her imagination, searching for a love that stays. Ekansh Oberoi-an introverted writer, a man of few words but countless emotions, finding solace in the quiet corners of life. Their worlds collide on a social media platform, where words become bridges, and conversations turn into confessions. From midnight musings to heart-pounding emotions, their bond grows-unspoken yet deeply felt, distant yet undeniably real. But love born in the digital world is fragile. Can a connection built on texts and chapters survive the test of time and distance? Will their hearts find a way to meet beyond the glow of their screens, or will their love remain an unfinished chapter-beautiful, yet incomplete? "Humara Internet Wala Pyaar" is a heartfelt tale of love, longing, and the bittersweet reality of long-distance relationships. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories are the ones written in unread messages and unsent confessions.

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An indian sports romance He holds the bat. She holds the mic. Without anyone knowing that they hold a secret together. He is the country's most worshiped cricketer-cold, disciplined and less interested in media and paparazzi. She is this nation's rising journalist- clumsy, determined and filled with grace. Would they fall for each other or destiny gonna test their limits of love? 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: Sports romance He fell first Cricketer X Journalist Forbidden love Hidden relationship Soft X Chaotic Rom com

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house. And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can y