Vaidhi and Viraj were never meant to get along. She's fire-fierce, focused, and unwilling to let anyone, especially a cocky rival like Viraj, stand in her way. He's ice-smooth, strategic, and annoyingly hard to ignore. Their battles began with clashing egos and cutting words, a rivalry that everyone in their world watched like a storm waiting to break. But storms don't just destroy-they transform. What started as irritation turns into tension. And what should have remained competition slowly burns into something deeper. Viraj knew he was falling long before she ever looked at him differently. He hid his feelings beneath smirks and challenges, waiting. But when Vaidhi finally lets herself feel... she doesn't just fall in love-she dives headfirst, with no way back. It's a story of enemies whose hearts betrayed their minds. Of two broken souls who were too stubborn to admit they needed each other. Until love made them surrender. ❤️‍🔥

His gaze raked over her, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he drank in the sight of her trembling form. Dark locks cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pale skin of her neck, which seemed to beg for his touch. He reached up, fingers tangling in her hair as he yanked her head back, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. His lips hovered inches from her pulse point, his breath hot enough to raise goosebumps along her skin. With his other hand, he grasped her hip possessively, pulling her flush against him. She could feel every hard plane of his body, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her stomach. "Anjali..." He purred, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're mine now, all mine. And I'm going to take my time claiming every part of you." He nipped at her earlobe before trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. One hand slid up her side, cupping the swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her gasp as he hoisted her up effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the heat of her core pressing against his straining erection. "That's it, baby,"he growled against her mouth, grinding his hips into hers. "I can feel how much you need this, how badly you crave my cock splitting you open." He carried her to the nearby table, sweeping its contents to the floor with a crash. Laying her down on the cold surface, he settled between her thighs, the bulge of his arousal nestling perfectly against her clothed part. Marco with a Smirk"Now you will understand who owns you" ---- Marco D'peter X Mitra Anjali. Ice X Fire Ruthless X Soft Calm big husband X Angry Short wife She says" I hate you" He replies with a Smirk"No you don't" Kissed her forehead

"Sometimes the messiest mistakes create the most beautiful relationships." Meera is a second-year Gynecology PG who keeps men at a distance but feels deeply for the struggles of women around her. Outspoken, sarcastic, and sometimes rude, she carries her own scars. She has a past that made her guarded but fiercely empathetic. Krish is a fourth-year Radiology PG in another city .He is calm, principled, and seemingly perfect, but his quiet demeanor masks deep trauma. He loves without needing to claim, chooses restraint over expression, and lets trust grow slowly. They didn't meet because of destiny. Their paths crossed because of someone else's love story, and from that chaotic beginning, a fragile, earned bond formed. This is a story about respect, restraint, and love that's earned...the kind that stays when the world doesn't. #1 Respect - 11/04/2026 #1 Therapies-15/04/2026 #1 Therapies-07/05/2026 #1 Coming of age romance-14/05/2026

Two hearts bound by a signature, lost in a story they never wrote. ​A cold contract. A forced vow. A marriage that was never meant to be real. ​Sometimes, the best love stories are the ones that were never in the script.😭✨ TROPES~ 𝜗ৎ Forced marriage 𝜗ৎ Age gap 6 yrs 𝜗ৎ Opposite attraction 𝜗ৎ Slow burn romance 𝜗ৎ He fell first she fell harder he fell harder again. 𝜗ৎ silent obsessions 𝜗ৎ Emotional scars

Story Description Ria enters a marriage where love already has a name. A name spoken in memories, framed in photographs, and guarded in silence. She becomes the second wife of a man who never stopped loving his first. In a house filled with echoes of the past, Ria learns to live without expectations- sharing a relationship that feels more like duty than desire. She doesn't demand love. She doesn't replace anyone. She simply exists... quietly, patiently, painfully. But hearts don't remain empty forever. And sometimes, the love that grows in silence becomes deeper than the love that once burned loudly. Ria - His Second Wife is a slow, emotional journey of loss, resilience, and unexpected love.

In a world where everything is a power play, every life a pawn, and every movement observed, what will happen when two of them clash? Ritika Singhania, the Queen to whom his demons bow. She was never the person you'd go to for emotional support or advice. Because for her they didn't exist. Trauma? Choice? Betrayal? Deceit? Nobody knew what caused it. But what everyone did know was that she was the only person who'd kill you for one wrong breath. Veer Choudhary, the Devil who can kill and be killed for her. He was ruthless, feared, and calculated. But he prioritized his family and Kingdom over anything else. He stopped believing in love. WHY? No one asked that. Sparks fly, but not the warm ones, the ones which can set the world on fire. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hridaan x Inaya Hridaan Shekhawat, a Hindu boy who is the King of Underworld. His name alone shakes up the world of his enemies and allies likewise. His every reaction, every action, every emotion, every expression is highly guarded. His walls up so high that he doesn't even let his own family in. But what nobody knows is that he has a weakness. A weakness for which he can die. Inaya Malik. Inaya Malik is a Muslim girl. Her name means protection, but she creates weapons. The owner of, the largest weapons manufacturer in the continent and second largest in world, The Obsidian Vesper. To the world she's a cold, ruthless Lady Boss. But at heart, she has her own twisted fantasies, far beyond anyone's imagination. She's well known in Underworld as well for her excellent quality of arms and ammunition. When these two meet, Its Fire clashing with Ash. One who'll burn everything including himself for her. And one who'll throw the remnants in ones eye to fool. Don't let the pretty and handsome faces fool you, beneath the surface its a whirlwind of things that you won't understand easily.

It was supposed to be a joke. A harmless college ritual. A streak of sindoor. A photograph taken at the wrong second. And suddenly, I was married. To Vihaan Arora. The quietest man in our college. The one who never chased. Never begged. Never explained. He didn't look shocked. He looked certain. We called it temporary. A mistake to be fixed after graduation. But temporary marriages don't come with the way he watches you in silence. They don't come with the way his hand finds your waist like it belongs there. They don't come with a husband who protects your dreams more than his own. And they definitely don't come with a truth that changes everything. Because the marriage wasn't chaos. It was a choice. And the most dangerous part? He never regretted it.

This is not a story about what happens. It's about what almost does. At an Ivy League medical school, Isabelle Laurent is known as the Ice Queen-brilliant, distant, untouchable. No one gets close. No one stays. Alexander Whitmore was never supposed to be different. Charming, privileged, and infamous for never staying longer than a few weeks, he understands desire. What he doesn't understand, until Isabelle, is restraint. She believes he doesn't want her. He knows wanting her openly would destroy everything. So they choose the most dangerous thing instead: friendship. "The most dangerous thing about Alexander Whitmore was not his reputation, nor his charm, nor the power he would one day inherit. It was the fact that he never asked for anything from me, and somehow, without realizing it, I had begun to give him everything that mattered." Slow burn • Dual POV • Consent • Emotional intimacy