A story of a professor doctor and a med student bound in arranged marriage. FMC JUHI BISHT from a middle class family preparing for her neet pg 23 years old. MMC ARJUN SHEKHAWAT from a very affluent family but keeps a lowkey profile. A professor doctor in Sanjeevani Multi-speciality Hospital, 29 years old this story has no connection with anything or anyone in real life. If found so please ignore it. As a beginner writer there will be a lot of mistakes please bear with me.

Vitterio Rossi is a deadly, venomous man. He walks with the devil behind him, his tail between his legs and his head bowed. Anyone in their right mind should be absolutely terrified to get even a glance from Vitterio. Except Sorella De Luca, the Princess. She tests the man until his limits, but Vitterio would never cause the girl any harm. But she doesn't know that. Lovely Sorella fears Vitterio like the devil fears god, and although she defies and tests him every second she can, she cowards away from him when she isn't teasing him. Vitterio has sworn to obey his Don until the last drop of blood drips from his body. But could Vitterio's new task be his last? Could he shy away from the challenge? This book is rated 18+ SECOND BOOK IN "THE BLACK HAND BROTHERHOOD" SERIES Finished:

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Serii Joshi never backs down. Reyansh Shah never bends the rules. She's the bold young doctor chasing her dream. He's the ruthless professor who built the trauma unit from the ashes. Working together is dangerous. Wanting each other is worse. Serii Joshi 25. Fresh out of her NEET-PG exam and waiting for the acceptance letter that could change her life - a trauma surgery residency at her dream hospital. She's sharp, intelligent, beautiful, and fearless. Feminine yet messy, stubborn yet soft in ways she rarely shows. At 5'4", she may look unassuming, but Serii Joshi refuses to be underestimated. Reyansh Shah 35. Professor of Trauma Surgery and Head of the Department. The man who rebuilt the hospital's trauma unit from the ruins and turned it into one of the best. Cold, disciplined, and brutally strict with his department - because lives depend on it. But beneath the controlled exterior is a man far more complex than anyone realizes. ~ He pulls her flush against his chest and lifts her onto his desk. "You're playing with fire, little one." She smiles slowly, feigning innocence "I'm being professional professor.... Almost, hmm?"~ Ps- long slow burn :) Disclaimer: I have tried to write this as medically accurate as possible, but there might be some mistakes. Also, this is my first time writing, so please be patient with me. Thank you <3 #1🏅 - surgeons #73 🏅 - gore #87 🏅- blood #6 🏅- junior #29 🏅- desi #19 🏅- romcom #6 🏅- resident #1 🏅- lovestory #1 🏅- doctors