Aryan Malhotra twenty-seven years old, CEO of Aryan Industries was known as a cold-hearted and arrogant billionaire of Uttarakhand. Ridhima Sanaskar is twenty-five years old, and the owner of a Special Chai cafe. She was known for her jovial and feisty nature. And even for having the most dangerous brain. Boken by her boyfriend's betrayal she decides to kidnap him on the day of his wedding so that she can torture him hellish but ends up kidnapping Aryan Malhotra by mistake. Smitten by her attitude Aryan mentally decides never to let her go and demands her to work as his twenty-four-seven assistant. Plus to live with him in his bungalow. When she denies it, he blackmails her to send her behind bars. When she finds working as Aryan's assistant is better than ending up behind bars, she signs an unlimited contract with him.

Ahana Arora a 22 year old talented and beautiful women ..trying to fit in over social damsels society . Being an antisocial introvert who can kick anybody's ass with mocking them with her sarcasm ..struggling her life with her twin sister and abusing mom . A confusing past and with no hope of any good future. What will she do when her Not so perfect fairytale comes crashing down and she wakes up tied to a chair and a handsome man standing in front , looking at her . Uh. Ohhh _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-__-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ ROLLER COASTER RIDE is about to start hold your seats... and yell when you get to a twist or turn..*winks* _________________________________________________________________ This is my first book .Share your reviews and give votes and views. This is a work of total fiction. Any resemblance to actual person , living or dead , locales and establishments are entirely coincidental. °•°°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°° °I am editing this book right now so ignore the grammatical mistakes.... •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ °°°Hugs°°°

Being a single mom to twin girls and juggling her failing business, Janvi steps into the world of politics approving of an assignment that would save her business. In doing so, she brushed in with the man who had absolutely put her in that state. Struggling hard to hide his secrets, and tackle his dark looks, she realised, she was Ruined.

ON HOLD!!! Clićhe - a phrase or opinion that is overused and betrays a lack of original thought. Well, this is no different story than a rich player falling in love with an Indian girl who visits his country. _____ Alex Dalton, the rich spoiled brat and player who didn't have a damn about anybody, mysterious and full of secrets, the girls didn't even throw themselves at his feet but also tried to be that the girl for whom the bad boy will be soft but alas no one succeed, some boys worship him and took some notes others just burn off with jealousy. His sexiness was giving him a good view from the upper part of the popular pyramid but then life happened and Neha Gupta entered the player's life. Ya,right clićhe but this clićhe gets too much when we get to know that these two had meet earlier when Alex came to India with his Dad and as they were in their earlier teens they really can't remember each other in first meeting. In this full of clićhe life,let's put some mix of Indian 'tadaka'. Like, what if the girl tries to hide her original identity of being the only granddaughter of the Gupta's,which are nearly in the top five richest Indians? What if the boy is more than just a spoiled brat and a player as he shows to others? This was just the beginning,read the book to entry a whole new world of cliches! Warning - SLOW UPDATES. VERY SLOW.

'Come closer or shall I?' Adyant was eyeing Arya closely. Arya shivered. Her heartbeat was all haywire. This indescribable feeling of excitement and fear was creeping inside her. 'What do you want to do?' Arya's voice shook. Adyant took steps towards her. With every step forward, Arya took a step backwards until her back touched the wall. Adyant was now inches away from her and he kept coming closer. Arya's heart was beating so fast she could hear it. She closed her eyes in anticipation. His breath was fanning her face. 'You will know in about 2 seconds.' With this, he connected his lips to hers. -------------------- Every girl has grown up listening to stories of saviours and Prince Charmings. But she had decided to be her own saviour and be her own Princess Charming. She was not a princess but she got entangled with a Prince. Her beliefs and decisions were going to be challenged. Can she hold her fort? Or is she going to fall for the Charms of the Prince, after all? Or is there a middle way? Join me on this roller coaster journey of Arya and Adyant . Well, of course, it's a love story! ;) (Start date: 1st May 2021) Highest ranking- #3 in yourstoryindia #5 in lovehaterelationship #7 in domineering #13 in husbandandwife #9 in palace Note: The pictures used in the work do not belong to me.

She loved him with devotion so fierce it scorched every heartbeat, every glance. He was her obsession, her reason to breathe, and her undoing. But while her world revolved around him, he remained distant-a presence, never hers. "How do you let go of someone who is the air in your lungs and the ache in your heart?" "He is my breath, and I will forget him when I forget to breathe." Memories burned bright and untouchable-hers alone. She clung to each haunted fragment, every echo of forbidden love. Until fate, honouring a promise to Aashi, forced her into the arms of the man whose heart was a graveyard. "I married you to fulfil her last wish. You will never belong here." His words cut deep-cold, calculated, meant to wound. Cruelty hid his storm. Her silence was her weapon, her pain a fortress. "You think you know pain?" she spat, her eyes blazing. "I live it every day." He turned away, fists clenched. "You don't belong. This will never be your home." Yet, in their grief and fury, sparks flew, igniting something dangerous. "Love and hate are two sides of the same burning coin." When apologies come too late, and regret drowns truth, love risks turning to ash. She walks away, her heart in ruins. He falls, shattered-vowing to bleed, to burn, to reignite the fire in her eyes. "Some hearts are forged in fire. Some burn to ashes." Even if it destroys him. 📅 Start Date: 28th October 2019 ⏳ End Date: 23rd October 2020 ✏️ Edited Date: 2026

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder...real beauty lies within and not what's outside. Then why do all judge others base on their looks and shape? What is beauty exactly? Is it a good face, a flawless skin, white complexation, a perfect body, a good personality...? Being called names like fatso, Moti and ugly is a huge blow to one's self-esteem. I being an 85pound sixteen-year-old had been often mocked by classmates, shopkeepers and other people for being overweight. It used to hurt me a lot, but then eventually I started blocking all the negativity. I had always been an introvert, maybe because of all the negativity around me. But everything changed when he came in my life. It wasn't love at first sight in fact when he made his first move towards me, I used my defense mechanism and blocked him ignoring him. But he was persistence, he wanted to be my friend. Arham Hooda, our school's heart throb, captain of our school's football team, he is interested in befriending me? Yet I took the leap of faith... only to be broken. No one's words affected me as much this heartbreak did. 10years later, I came face to face with my past again. Arham Hooda stands in front of me. Just looking at him after so many years I felt an old spark ignite inside me.

"If I have to leave you, I'll start seeing courtesans." He stated. Unfazed, "go ahead," whispered the woman of his heartbeat. Prem took one hand off her back and brushed the loose hair at the side of her face behind her ear. "I'll make sure to pick the ones who resemble you the most." "Go ahead." Noor eyed him in a trance. Her smile sensual and smitten. "I'll take a new one to bed every night." His thumb caressed her earlobe. Noor smile widened. "Go ahead." "I'll call them by your name." He somehow managed to keep his train of thought going despite being utterly enchanted by her smile. "Go ahead." Noor confirmed in the same tone. "I'll marry Chand." He said seemingly running out of the list of things he would do with the courtesans. Her smile stumbled and a hint of unspeakable pain flashed in her eyes before she recovered it again and whispered, "go ahead." That little flicker of pain in her eyes killed Prem. "Fuck you.." he said in anguish. "Say 'go ahead' one more time." Noor let her piercing dark eyes settle into his before sensually declaring, "go ahead." Swiftly turning over so she was underneath him, Prem removed the pillow from between them at once and shot forward to find her lips... *** They are leaders of opposing provinces brought up with nothing but hate for one another. The world watches with bated breath when they come across one another in the assembly at the royal courtroom. What appears to be mere infatuation with a magnetic enemy on the surface turns out to be eternal love conspired by destiny herself. Presenting Prem and Noor in a new timeline in a different era in another world.