"I worship the floor you walk on " wala pyaar ~ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓫 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪𝓻 Grumpy×sunshine Minister×student Disciplined×Chaotic He fell first and didn't rise... Not your regular obsessive wala story Used the help of our very own ChatGPT

Y'all it's a DESI Book!!! This book dives into a love that is anything but clean - a tangled mix of dark romance, raw jealousy, violent edges, and obsessive need. It carries grumpy tempers, shameless possessiveness, and moments of dirtiness and disgust that may unsettle some readers. It is not soft, not perfect, and not meant for everyone... but for those who crave a love that's messy, dangerous, and impossible to tame, this is yours.

He ruled Empire. But she ruled the King. Samrat Adrakansh Singh Rathore is not just the ruler of India. He is the wealthiest, most powerful man alive. A king, a businessman, a shadowed monarch who owns every field-fashion, technology, real estate, motors, even the underworld. His empire stretches beyond borders, his command unquestionable. At 36 with height of 6'7 and body that terrifies and a mind that conquers, he has never heard the word 'no'. Women came and went from his life, none lasting longer than a season. None touched his soul. None dared to defy him. None mattered-until *her*. Anika Srivastava, a 24-year-old fashion influencer and a small brand owner, walks into his world by accident. Petite, 5'3, soft-spoken, and with eyes that expresses all kindness and love she has inside her, she should have been forgettable for him. She should have been just another face in a crowd of designers. But to Adrakansh, she became an obsession. Her designs caught his eye. Her innocence pierced his heart. Her smile drove him insane. Her kindness made his cruelty tremble. Her light dimmed his darkness. And when the King of India wants something, he takes it. But obsession is not love-and his desire for her is not gentle. What begins as fascination spirals into possession, where every breath she takes belongs to him, and every dream she holds risks being shattered under his madness. His obsession is lethal and dark just like his heart and soul. While the sweet and helping Anika has the brightest soul and heart anyone can ever have. In a world where power bows to him, can she survive being the only one he refuses to let go?

Having a lovely family, good friends and nice people around what can possibly go wrong? It all started with one accident and changed 2 lives totally. The unbreakable bonds of friends turned to ready to kill each other anytime enemies. Was it all a misunderstanding or a well planned lies? " Friends? Do you even know the meaning of it? You destroyed everything.."I said with tears in my eyes burning with fierce anger and disgust. His gaze darkened and his hands around my neck tightened. " Do you really think I care? Friends? I don't care about that shit myself. You are the first person I will drown to death." He leaned towards me. " I will destroy you with my very own hands in every way. You are mine to break and I don't allow any hobo doing that, little rebel" His thumb pressed to my lips. " You don't own me. You have no right to do so. I do not belong to anyone. I am my very own person." I gritted at him and he chuckles darkly. " Oh my so delusional, Ika. I dare you to try it. You will always find me near you ready to ruin you." A friends to enemies to lovers trope. Read the story to find out how it plays!

Atharva ran, his heart pounding, the station looming closer. She was just ahead, a shadow against the dimming light. He called out, desperation thick in his voice, but before he could reach her, Ansh stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Move, Ansh!" Atharva's voice trembled with urgency. She stood there, still, her back to him, but he could see the sorrow in her posture. She turned slightly, her eyes meeting his-full of pain, full of things left unsaid. Then she turned away, heading toward the station. "No, please!" Atharva's voice broke, but Ansh's grip was firm. "Ansh, I messed up. I should've talked to you first, but if my father knew about her, about me and her , he would've-" Ansh's hand shot out, grabbing Atharva by the collar. "He would've ruined her, right? Or is it you you're worried about? Your career, your image?" Ansh's eyes were cold, cutting through Atharva's defenses. Atharva's breath caught. "I know I was selfish, but I love her, Ansh. She's pregnant-I need to tell her I'm here, that I'll leave everything behind for her and the baby." Ansh's face hardened, his grip tightening. "Too late, Atharva. She didn't want the child." The words hit Atharva like a punch to the gut. "No," he whispered, his voice cracking. "She wouldn't..." Ansh's gaze didn't waver. "She did. Now let her go. Let her live, and you do the same." He released Atharva, who staggered back, his world crumbling around him. Ansh walked away, leaving Atharva in the suffocating silence of his own making. © 2024 [Oly V99]. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means.

"You will be mine it's my wish and I am used to fulfil all of my wishes be ready" he said. My whole body shivered in fear."I don't like you and I wouldn't marry someone as bad as you" I said trembling. He grabbed my hand and said " You have to marry me love either forcefully or willingly".He pulled me towards him. ............

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#NO YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME JUNGKOOK# #I HAVE RIGHT ON YOU BABY GIRL BECAUSE I AM NOT YOUR IDOL ANYMORE# I AM YOUR HUSBAND NOW # I will do every possible way to make you mine. Accept your destiny and be my wife.

They Were Fated To Meet But Not Meant To Stay...... This is not their love story...... It's her dream that she created herself....