𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬... 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧." She loved him when she was too young to understand what love meant. He rejected her when he was too guarded to feel anything at all. On her eighteenth birthday, she confessed her heart to the man she had loved for years-her brother's best friend. His rejection was cold. Precise. Unforgettable. "You're not the girl I desire." Five years later, fate brings them face to face again-not as a girl with a foolish crush, but as a woman ready for marriage... to someone else. This time, he doesn't return to reject her. He returns to marry her. She no longer asks for his love. She no longer waits to be chosen. Yet his sudden yes feels more dangerous than his past rejection ever did. Once, she begged him to see her. Now he claims her without love. And she fears that becoming his wife will hurt far more than the day he told her she was not the girl he desired.

"Anaaya! look at me!" He held my chin with his cold finger tips and I shivered at his touch. He pulled me to stand in front of him facing him, directly looking into his now dark green eyes. His gaze was heated and I knew he was angry. His hand was holding mine and the umbrella. It was cold but the grip was tight. Once again my knees were weak and my cheeks felt warmer but the cold breeze kept hitting me. "I'm sorry, okay?" He mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. His dark eyes kept burning into mine. His cold hand cupped my jaw. He gazed my jaw with his cold finger tips, and I unknowingly leaned into his touch again. His hand was cold but I could feel his warm breath from this close. I never believed time could stop until this moment when I have my eyes pierced into his standing dangerously close and not able to look away. He brushed his fingertips through the outline of my jaw and moved upwards to my cheekbone and then to my lips. and I closed my eyes at his touch whimpering. "Anaaya" he said in a painful whisper and I could nearly feel his warm breath hitting the bridge of my nose even more and I could feel it with a hint of fruity smell. "Aryan" I whimpered. I felt his presence even much closer and I was weak in my senses. My mind almost blank, my heart racing and my nerves tingling. ************** Anaaya is an awkward, Introvert Tomboy. Aryan is playful, hot and adventurous. Who was her bestfriend, but moved away a long time ago. After a few rough and traumatic events, Anaaya hates Aryan. And loses faith in friendship, relationships and love. When their paths cross again, She drives him crazy, he annoys her. But they can't stay way from eachother. Can they be falling for each other? And there's her hot crush. Love is never simple. Can it be more complicated?

"Shanvi, stop crying, and get ready," she urged. "Congratulations, from today you are husband and wife," the priest announced to the newly married couple. ---------- "Don't expect anything from me, and I will never consider you my wife," he stated, his voice devoid of any emotion. She met his gaze, finding his face an impassive mask. Despite the tears threatening to spill, she nodded, striving to maintain her composure. Would love bloom in their hearts, or would fate weave a different tapestry for them? The future remained unwritten, their destinies hanging in the balance. ---------- NOTE:- English is not my first language, so there will be some grammatical and spelling mistakes.. *Do not copy this*

✧Professor and Student✧ The Unconventional Romance between Mrinali Naik, 18 years old, a young college student & Dr. Nimish Deshmukh, 28 years old, her charmistic professor. As they navigate the blurred lines between teacher and student, societal expectations, and their own desires, their connection deepens, revealing vulnerability, trust, and devotion. Can their relationship overcome the obstacles of age gaps, reputation, and family pressures, or will the world's judgments tear them apart? ✧✧✧✧✧ Troupes Professor x Student Age Gap Forbidden Love Slow Burn Romance Goan x Maharashtrian She fell first; He fell harder ✧✧✧✧✧ This is my first time writing a novel. The story and plot is pretty simple without any major drama. The story will contain three Pov's - Nimish, Mrinali and Author. Do give this story a try. At least read 10 to 15 chapters to judge the story. ✧✧✧✧✧ Started ~ 5th Aug 2024 Ended ~ 13th Feb 2025

Forbidden Desire - III Two opposite souls, carved in the game of sinful madness-drawn together by desire, torn apart by fate. Viraj Rathod, 34 Viraj is the kind of professor who commands attention the moment he enters the room. Tall, lean, and well-built, he has an intensity in his dark eyes that's hard to ignore - sharp, focused, and a little intimidating. His neatly styled black hair and sharp features make him look effortlessly put-together, but there's a restless energy beneath his calm exterior. He's strict and professional with everyone else, but there's an unmistakable possessiveness that surfaces whenever Sanwari's around - a quiet control he doesn't try to hide. Sanwari Mishra, 21 Sanwari is bright and spirited, with a graceful presence that makes her stand out without trying. A krishn devotee, her warm brown eyes hold a mix of innocence and determination, like she's ready to take on the world but isn't afraid to be vulnerable. Her long, dark hair frames her expressive face, She's new to the game, but her curiosity and quiet fire make her a magnetic challenge to Viraj's strict control, exactly what draws him in and holds him captive. What happens when desire whispers louder than reason, and the line between right and wrong fades in the heat of a single glance? My Professor Copyright © 2025 All Rights Reserved

I've learned that healing isn't a straight line. It doesn't happen all at once, and it doesn't come with instructions. Some days you feel strong, like you've moved past the pain. Other days, the same memories still find you But healing, for me, has been about showing up anyway. It's been about allowing yourself to feel without judging those feelings. About understanding that breaking didn't mean you are weak, it means you're human. I've learned to give myself grace. To stop rushing my growth. To understand that rest is not quitting, and silence is not failure. Healing taught me that I don't need to erase my past to move forward. I carry it with me, not as a burden, but as proof that I survived. And every day you choose to keep going, even when it's hard, You're healing slowly, honestly, and in your own time. (Welcome to Zainab & Muhsin's story)

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Betrayed by blood. Shaped by pain. Forged in fire. Nishita Raichand, once a vulnerable teenage girl discarded by her own family, returns as a force the world isn't ready for. Thrown out of her home at 13, framed for a sin she didn't commit, and scarred by the death of her mother, Nishita rises from the ashes in the shadows of Italy. Adorned with a hidden crown as the Mafia Queen and a title as the youngest billionaire, she builds an empire that leaves her enemies trembling. But her return to India is more than just a business venture. It's revenge-a meticulously crafted game where every move is deadly. As she faces her tormentors, one by one, her aunt and grandmother, the very architects of her suffering, are about to meet a reckoning unlike any other. In her path stands Siddharth Singh Rathore-a ruthless tycoon, a royal heir, and an enigma with secrets of his own. Their collision isn't just business; it's a battlefield where power, passion, and mystery intertwine. But what happens when two masterminds with shadowy pasts clash? This isn't just a story of revenge. It's the story of destruction. Tropes Mafia X Mafia businessman X businesswoman marriage of revenge age gap brother's bestfriend he fell first she fell harder obsessed MMC Strong female lead Power couple grumpy X grumpiest

!Unedited! "Your skirt is awfully short to be appropriate for school." I look down at my legs, hands smoothing out a wrinkle in my skirt. "I don't remember that we have a dress code. And we're not in highschool anymore, this is college." When I return my attention back to her, my breath hitches in my throat. "Pull it down." ----- Y/n has a mission. Her last year at university is underway and she is sure that nothing could distract her. That is until her new English professor stumbles into her life and brings her not only a welcome intrusion but also confusing unwanted feelings.

Book 2 in the "Love with Obsession" Series. Trope: STUDENT X PROFESSOR "You're mine now, Amira," he whispered, his breath cold against her ear. "Forever and always." Amira's heart trembled, her soul screaming for escape. But Arhaan's hold was too strong, his web of deceit too intricate. She was a butterfly caught in a spider's snare, her wings beating futilely against the silken threads. ___ Arhaan Siddique ~ A charismatic and intelligent master manipulator with a dark obsession, using emotional manipulation and control to possess and dominate Amaira, hiding his sinister intentions behind a polished facade. Amaira Sheikh ~ A bright and free-spirited individual, initially confident and independent, but gradually becoming trapped and vulnerable to Arhaan's manipulation, struggling to maintain her identity and autonomy in the face of his controlling behaviour. ____ There's a question echoing through the halls of his mansion, a haunting whisper: what secrets lay hidden behind Arhaan's charming smile, and how far would he go to satiate his all-consuming desire for Amira's love? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain - Amira's fate was inextricably entwined with the sinister forces that drove Arhaan's heart.

Because sometimes, the wrong person leads you to the right kind of love. Tropes:- He fell first (this time) Lover her x wipped him Ex's cousin/Ex's brother Rom-com Old wounds + healing + rediscovering love Second chance romance