𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

An Arranged Setup that Sparkled into a Love Story of Its Own. »»---♡---«« 'His nose is crooked!' 'I think he has some gray hair!' 'He looks too mature for his age!' 'Nah! He is seven years older than you!' 'One of his eyes seems smaller!' 'Don't you think he is smiling too much in this photo?' 'God! I wonder how, even after looking at hundreds of biodatas every day, none could catch my parents' attention. With every biodata they see, they manage to point out some flaw or another.' »»---♡---«« An Indian Arranged Marriage Story. Modern-day marriages are no cakewalk, and arranged marriages are certainly not. Set against an Indian backdrop, "Love Unrushed!" explores not only the complexities of an arranged marriage but also the pursuit of individual happiness within the confines of societal norms. If you are up for a simple and subtle blooming love story, ponder-worthy thoughts with social stigmas and taboos effortlessly slipped in here and there, and some real, relatable characters, then this story is definitely for you. You will find a part of Riya and Aditya hidden within you as they navigate their arranged marriage, unveiling the hidden layers of their personal and professional insecurities. There will be no unrealistic villains or overdramatic plots, but this story will undoubtedly highlight the true version of how marriages are arranged in India. Thus, this book tends toward a realistic portrayal with a touch of fiction. Please be kind. This book is under editing and the chapters with (•) are recently edited. Rest are in progress.

Rajveer's Desire ( Rajveer k Armaan ) In the vibrant halls of Goenka Institution, two worlds collided. Rajveer, the charismatic and arrogant senior, ruled the social hierarchy with an iron fist. His piercing gaze and chiseled features made hearts flutter, but he had his own insecurities . Armaan, an introverted fresher, navigated the unfamiliar terrain with caution. His shy nature and creative soul longed for connection, but the fear of rejection held him back. Their paths crossed, and sparks flew. Rajveer's icy exterior began to thaw, revealing a complex and vulnerable individual. Armaan's quiet strength and kindness drew Rajveer in, shattering his defenses. As they gravitated toward each other, a tangled web of emotions ensnared them. Armaan's best friend, Isha, harbored a secret love for Rajveer, unaware of the blossoming connection between the two men while Vikram finds himself drawn towards Armaan . But their love story was not without its shadows. Armaan's past held dark secrets, and Rajveer's protective instincts would be tested. Mihir, a sinister force, lurked in the background, threatening to destroy their fragile relationship. "Rajveer's Desire " is a heart-wrenching tale of love, vulnerability, and self-discovery. Join Rajveer and Armaan as they navigate the treacherous landscape of relationships, confronting their deepest fears and desires. *Genre:* LGBTQ+ Romance, Drama *Themes:* Self-discovery, Vulnerability, Love, Friendship, Trauma, Healing *Warning:* This story contains mature themes, including emotional abuse, trauma, and mature relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

Krish Kapoor and Vaani Batra stories because their story is too beautiful to be let go of. 1. Humsafar - In which Vaani Batra discovers healing and maybe even love. 2. Intertwined - In which Krish vows to find his Vaani again and again.

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

"I thought you hated hugs" , I voiced out as he wrapped his arms ever so gently around me. "I still do, but hugs from you are an exception", he pulled me closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Intrigued, I slightly tilted my head for him to continue. "Do not stop hugging me until I smell like you ", his voice was barely above a whisper, as he nestled his face in the crook of my neck. Hearing his words, my heart skipped a beat. "I won't", I promised as I held him a little tighter, knowing that in each other's embrace, we'd find our home. ♡♡♡♡ Veer Malhotra , the CEO of Malhotra and Co - a construction firm , an ambitious intelligent guy who made himself capable of the position he had acquired by sheer determination, one who had always wanted to focus on his work , until a chance encounter with a mesmerizing pair of eyes disrupts his carefully crafted world. Prisha Sharma,a bright software engineer thriving in the corporate sector , a sunshine girl who had always been optimistic. Her sunny disposition has shielded her from distractions, until she crosses paths with Veer, igniting a spark neither saw coming. What will happen when these two ,not so cordial neighbors, Veer, a meticulous perfectionist and Prisha, a charmingly clumsy soul, are forced to fake date with each other due to some circumstance.... Will their pretend love blossom into something real, defying their own doubts and insecurities, or does destiny have a different plan in store for them? Hop into the story of VEERISHA ❤️❄️ to find out !! TROPES:- ♡ Fake Dating ♡ Grumpy x Sunshine ♡ He fell first she fell harder ♡ Next Door Neighbours ♡ Forced Proximity

When Avni Verma's hostel allocation goes wrong, she has no choice but to turn to her brother Anuj's best friend, Yash Mehra, for a place to stay. Yash is the university's star athlete-confident, cool, and always surrounded by people. He's never paid much attention to Avni, who's always been quiet and shy. But as they're forced to live together, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. Yash can't ignore the growing attraction he feels for Avni-she's no longer the little sister he once knew, and the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to fight the feelings he's tried to suppress. When Avni begins going out, Yash's possessiveness starts to surface. What began as a simple arrangement quickly turns into a battle between desire and control. Will Yash let his guard down for the girl who's slowly taking over his heart? Prologue: Yash was so close, she could feel his breath against her skin. His eyes were burning into hers, filled with something dangerous. "I don't think you understand, Avni," he muttered, voice thick with restraint. "I'm trying to control myself. But every time you're near me, I'm one step away from breaking." She swallowed, heart racing as he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're driving me insane. And I'm getting close to losing it." Tropes: Brother's best friend • Possessive ML • Seduction • Slow Burn • Fighting Attraction • Shy FL • College Romance • Steamy Romance 🏅#1 in india 🏅#1 in steamyromance 🏅#1 in brothersbestfriend

What happens when two people learn to read what words can't say? Diya, a sharp and composed business graduate, joins Vishwakarma Institute to understand the art her father only ever measured in profits. Samarth, an architect and guest faculty who speaks more through sketches than sentences, teaches there. He carries a past that silence has shaped. Their paths cross not through romance, but through recognition of restraint, ambition, and unspoken hurt. When Silence Speaks is a slow-burn story about what's left unsaid, about people who listen better than they talk - and how connection doesn't always need noise.