"You love the way I touch you, don't you, kitten? You can't hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?" I couldn't say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him. I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me. "Do you still think that this is a mistake?" He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk. However, I was far too gone to argue. "I'm not going to touch you until you beg me." He stepped even closer. "Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?" *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. "Olivia, my husband, André." Wait... He's my stepfather?

On the vibrant festival of Teej, a chance detour changes everything for Arnav and Khushi. Will their bond withstand the trials of the wild - or will the rainforest unravel them completely? Note: Some chapters are 18+. Appropriate trigger warnings will be added where necessary.

When Arnav forced Khushi into a contract marriage, he hadn't fully realized the agony he was subjecting himself for the next six months. Love and Hate, both equal in their intensity, surged in his heart for the same one person. How could a human possibly exist with that kind of battle in their very soul? Until one day, the veil lifts. He sees not a young adulterous woman chasing a married man, but a vile predator harassing an unwilling victim. His decision turns out to have been not so much cold-blooded as hot-headed. And he has hurt his wife terribly, perhaps one time too many. With the truth laid bare between them, Arnav finds himself finally making a sensible plan to get rid of Shyam, and more importantly - win Khushi back. - An IPKKND in - universe story.

She doesn't cry, she makes others cry ;) Show based stories of a bold Khushi - 3 seasons+1 bonus season Ranked #1 in #ipkknd (Aug/30/2022) #1 in #ARNAV (Oct/21/2021) #1 in #vixen(Sept/27/2021), Heads-up: Khushi is grey in this story unlike her naïve self. She will make mistakes and has cunning motives, stay away if you have issues with this version of khushi. Banner credit - Leena from Indiaforums

Arnav was flying back to India to attend a funeral... Shashi Gupta's funeral who committed suicide. The man who didn't get time to come to India to fix his YOUNGER brother's marriage is going to reach India in an hour... Arnav. Arnav's younger brother NEERAV Singh Raizada wanted to marry Shashi's daughter Khushi. Their marriage was on hold because Neerav's elder brother Arnav was not interested in marriage. Why Shashi committed suicide? Where was Arnav staying? What's going to happen next in their lives?

When a reserved and introvert Arnav had agreed to marry, on the suggestion and incessant demands of his family, he had only accepted the alliance hoping that his would-be-wife would be a bedmate, or a room-mate at best. He had no intention of acknowledging the presence of her in his life other than that because he didn't believe in an arranged marriage owing to his past. However the quiet companionship along with the care that his wife had brought about with her had thawed his frozen heart and unlike his usual self, he had started warming upto her. Their relationship would best be termed as complicated for the way it had started on a rough note, from both their ends. But with the span of time he had felt the change in the dynamics. Khushi, on her part, had to put up with the circumstances life had thrown her in. Her dreams of a prince charming sweeping her off her feet had been shattered long before she had found herself married to a man who was every woman's nightmare come true. And it hadn't taken her long to realize that her husband was merely sailing in the same boat as her's, except that he didn't have a heart like her. He was a man who was driven by need because no matter how unwilling she was she couldn't help notice the sexual tension that surrounded her, or them, whenever she was in the vicinity of her husband. Their days didn't have much to offer, but the silence of the nights brought with it an awkwardness that had started to set into their relationship, a relationship that didn't need words, but mere touches and glances that were enough to evoke those feelings in their unfeeling hearts, the difference in their class, upbringing and status notwithstanding. Would their evolving feelings be enough to cement a marriage that they had walked into unwillingly? ****