💍 She was the pawn. He was the king. But pawns can burn the board. 🖤 An unwanted girl. A cold heir. A marriage born of power, not love. 🔥 He ruled with dominance. She lived in shadows. But when their worlds collided, nothing would remain the same. 🌹 She feared him. He controlled her. But between fear and fire... love had no rule

What happens when Dev Singhania enters the seemingly perfect life of Shivanya Singh Rathore, carrying along his emotional baggage? REWRITTEN

A deal. A signature. A forced marriage.** Eshan singh rathore is not a man you say no to. He is feared. Obeyed. Untouchable. A name that makes powerful men lower their eyes. Ayla never chose him. She was *handed* to him. Bound by a contract disguised as marriage, Ayla becomes the wife of the most dangerous man in the room-and the only one who doesn't fear him. He wanted control. She wanted freedom. What begins as a deal turns into possession. What starts with hatred slowly burns into obsession. Because Eshan doesn't love softly. And once he claims something- he never lets go.** **A forced marriage. A feared man. A girl who refuses to break. *Read if you like:* Forced Marriage Cold & Possessive Hero Deal Marriage Slow Burn + Angst "Touch her and die" **Warning:** This story contains obsession, emotional intensity, and a man who doesn't know how to love without destroying first. And to uncover the rest... turn the page...

For 17 years, Alisha loved Jayant in silence. Through every smile, every tear, and every moment, her heart belonged to him-but he never noticed. Until one day, everything changed. During a live interview, Alisha revealed her deepest secret-her unwavering love for him. And in that moment, Jayant realized the truth that had been right in front of him all along. Some loves are silent-but they never faded Author note "The description of Jayant and Alisha's story may be updated or modified in the future."

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ABHIRA:HIS OBSESSION ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅ He was her obsession. Grumpy. Possessive. A man whocontrols everything... except her. She's been obsessed since she understood desire. Watching him. Wanting him. The man who protected her like a brother... but she never wanted a brother. She's ready to make him see her differently. Every teasing smile. Every "accidental" brush. Every late-night moment when no one's watching. It is innocent moments for him but not for her. She is fire. And she will burn his control to ash. He fights it. Calls her forbidden. The girl he swore to protect. But she's his obsession now. One touch too long. One look too deep. And everything breaks. A dark, age-gap, forbidden romance. Secret nights. Jealous rages. A father who will kill to keep them apart. And an obsession that consumes them both. Will he claim her? Or will the fire destroy everything?

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 , 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 "Excuse me! Is this the way to talk to someone? Don't you have any manners?" He yelled at her, his voice heavy with frustration and disappointment. "Excuse me, Mr. Aap hote kaun hain mujhe manners ka gyaan dene waale? And by the way, you're also at fault here. So don't try to act oversmart with me," she shot back firmly and walked away, muttering under her breath.... "Aaye bade mujhe fazool ka gyaan dene waale Gyaani Baba!" *************************************************************** "Hey Bhagwan! Aaj toh sach mein pata chal gaya ki duniya gol hai!" She exclaimed.. "Yeh kaha se hamaare training commander nikle? Ab kya hoga agar unhe kuch yaad aa gaya toh...? Tu toh gayi, Shivi beta!" ******************************************************** Lost in thought, she kept glaring at him, silently fuming. "Papa ko bhi poori duniya mein yahi namuna mila tha shaadi ke rishte ke liye?" She muttered in her head. "Na Baba Na! Yeh anarth nahi hone doongi main! Chahe sir kalam kyu na ho jaye mera... Meri kurbaani yaad rakhi jaayegi itihaas ke panno mein!" And then chuckled to herself "Heh... heh... heh..." But no one knows what's written in destiny... Except your Ikaa, of course 💁‍♀️ (And if you want to know too , then what are you waiting for? Continue reading the story!) ©️All rights reserved Ikaa_writes

An arshi fan fiction but not a show based one. I tried to write a office romance based story revolving around our favorite arshi jodi. Just for a change here khushi is equally a head strong character like the Arnav we know. If you love to read pure romance, you can give it a try.

Set in the quiet, nostalgic corners of the 1990s, Skybound and OceanBreeze is a tender story of love, heartbreak, and the unspoken threads that tie two souls across miles and time. Amid the hum of dial-up internet and the warmth of handwritten letters, Arnav and Khushi-two teenagers from different worlds-find each other in the digital sanctuary of an ICQ chatroom. What begins as playful banter between their aliases, Skybound and OceanBreeze, grows into something profound, a connection neither of them expected but both desperately needed. Arnav, a boy from Amritsar with a heart full of unspoken dreams, juggles the weight of family responsibilities and his own quiet longing for more. Khushi, a girl from Bangalore seeking refuge from a life of unrelenting expectations, hides her brokenness beneath a spirited smile. Together, through words on a screen, they discover a space to shed their fears and be utterly, beautifully human.

Jaypratap's world had always been built on control. From the moment he had left behind the scars of his past, he had worked tirelessly to create a life where nothing could surprise him, where nothing could break him. His success, wealth, and authority were his shields, and for years, they kept him from the world, from his emotions, and most importantly, from letting anyone in. Then came Sanjh. She entered his life like a soft breeze, unassuming, gentle, yet capable of breaking through the toughest walls he had built around himself. Sanjh was everything he had never known he needed-her laughter, her caring nature, her ability to see through him without the need for words. She was a balm to his restless soul. As their relationship blossomed, he found himself torn between the desire to protect her and the undeniable pull towards her warmth. Sanjh was the first person who made him feel vulnerable in the best way possible. She didn't just see the man with the scars, the businessman, or the CEO-she saw him. The real him. In moments like these, when he found himself succumbing to her touch, her warmth, he realized just how deep his feelings for her had grown. And even though he couldn't quite say the words yet, he knew that she had become everything to him. She was the first person to show him what it meant to be cared for, to be loved without strings attached. For the first time, he was learning to let go-not just of his walls, but of the fears that kept him from truly loving and being loved in return. This was their story-a journey of vulnerability, healing, and love. And for Jaypratap, it was the first time in his life that he truly felt alive.