❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

That day she left me with the world we created out of our love.... Our child. I stopped believing in love. I had already lived my love story but responsibilities don't wait. I remarried. Not for myself or for love but for my child. Marrying someone else felt like a betrayal even though that's what my first love wished for on the death bed. Then she entered my life. I was never going to love her. Because how can I love again when my heart still belonged to someone who was now no more in this world? She didn't replaced my first love. She slowly created a place in my heart and unknowingly I was healing. But loving her would mean my first love was less but then time made me realised that love doesn't replace, it expands. This means my heart even after breaking, knows how to beat 💓 Sometimes love doesn't come again to earse the old story but to remind you that your heart still have the capability to feel ❤️ I didn't leave my first love behind... I just made room in my heart to love again 🤍

Aditya Singh (27) , He was fire wrapped in flesh, unpredictable and hard to handle.His anger came quick, like lightening splitting the sky, but for his loved ones ,it always burned into warmth.... Roohi Singhal (25) , Her world revolved around her loved ones, and every choice she made was tied to protecting and cherishing them. Deep in her heart, she longed not just for love, but for a life settled with the person she truly adored-someone who understood her silence, her strength, and her dreams.... Let's see what would happen when they will be tied in the bond of marriage???

She was never supposed to be his wife. Forced into an replace bride marriage with Reyansh Oberoi-a ruthless, cold-hearted businessman-she knew from the start that she was unwanted. He made it clear from their first night together, treating her like a burden, a mistake he would never accept. He mocked her, insulted her, and reminded her at every turn that she wasn't what he wanted-not in looks, not in status, not in any way. And yet, when she refused to beg for his love, when she stopped caring for his approval, something inside him shifted. She wasn't fragile. She wasn't weak. She endured his cruelty with a quiet strength that unsettled him. Her silence haunted him. Her absence *bothered* him. And soon, the man who once swore to never acknowledge her found himself fighting an unwanted war within his heart. But was it too late? Could love ever bloom between two souls so deeply scarred by hatred and indifference? Or would their marriage remain just that-an unwanted? Genre: Dramatic Romance,Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn Themes: - She fell first, he fell harder. - Slow-burn love after marriage. - Redemption arc of a broken, arrogant man. - Angsty, emotional push-and-pull dynamic. Copyright © [2024] by [Arleen K.] All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

AKASH RATHORE - 27 years old young sunshine boy of family ....COO of Rathore empire ...he didn't have any connection with girls in his whole life....but what will happen when he meets his future doctor wife on his dear bhabhi maa's request NAINA SHARMA - 25 years old young doctor... specifically a heart surgeon...she is a strict and grumpy girl...never into boys .....but what will happen when she is tied with a sunshine boy... . . . . Dive in to the story of our sunshine boy and our grumpy girl....read to know how he melts the heart of our heart surgeon 😁

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

"She was his wife in name only. Now, she wants out-but he refuses to let her go. When love and revenge collide, will she finally escape, or will she become what she swore she'd never be-his wife, for real?"

This is a historic ancient Indian story, where the kingdom must have heirs . PratapVeer Singh is 32 year old , future king of devgarh, who loves his first wife Riva Singh, she is his childhood friend , they have been married from 12 years, but don't have any child . Everyone wants PratapVeer to get second marriage and give hier , but he doesn't want to cheat on his wife and makes her insecure by bringing a second wife, he believes in having one wife whole life. What will happen when his first wife forces him to get married for the second time, will he accept his second wife ?.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)