"Sheesh Mahal na mujhko shuhaye Tujh sang sukhi roti bhaye"

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)

Where love is messy, healing is slow, and every heart in the Awasthi family learns to beat again. In a world of ancestral secrets, chaotic weddings, and unresolved pasts, three tangled love stories unfold-each stitched together with heartbreak, longing, and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, love still has a place. --- Ahaan x Dhriti "I can be a father, Dhriti. But I cannot be your husband. I don't feel anything for you." She was his arranged wife. He was her everything. Six years, one daughter, and a quiet divorce later-Ahaan and Dhriti share custody and awkward silences. But love, in its gentlest form, begins to bloom in the most unexpected domestic moments. Tropes: Grumpy x Sunshine Second Chances Arranged Marriage → Divorce → Love Again Stoic MMC (unresolved trauma) x Strong FMC Co-Parenting Therapy --- Arush x Shyra "I don't believe in love, Arush. But with you, I'm willing to take the risk." She's all cold logic and unhealed scars. He's her best friend's younger brother-and the only person who sees through her defenses. Tropes: Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine Age Gap (reverse) Brother's Best Friend Marriage of convenience Lawyer x Forensic Scientist Workplace Romance --- Ahsaas x Ishan "I broke your heart once, Ishan. Maybe twice. But this time, I'll fight for you. Even if I have to burn the whole world down to be yours again." Once childhood sweethearts. Now, exes forced into an arranged engagement. She's chaos in couture. He's calm in a cardigan. Somewhere between unexpected tenderness, they discover that love never really left-it was just waiting to be found again. Tropes: Chaotic FMC x Calm MMC Arranged Engagement Second Chances Love → Hate → Love Again Emotional Slow Burn Accidental Pregnancy No Cheating || Found family || Chaotic Desi Family || Toxic Soceity mentioned [No 18+ chapters, But mentions of mature themes]

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⋮ Fate had separated them in childhood, yet some bonds are too strong to break. From schoolyard memories to promises whispered across time, Mahira and Zavian's paths keep crossing, guiding them back to each other. As they step into a lifetime together, every laugh, every argument, and every shared secret becomes part of the story only they can write. TROPES REVEAL • ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ → ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ • ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ • ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ × ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ • ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ • ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ʜɪᴍ × ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ • ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ (ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ) • ʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ × ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴɪᴇꜱ ɪᴛ • ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴛᴜᴘ × ɴᴏꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴄ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ • ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍʟ × ꜱᴀꜱꜱʏ ꜰᴍᴄ • ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ