1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

In the holy chaos of Banaras, where temple bells echo through centuries and the Ganga flows with stories of faith, lives Ganga Thakur - a girl of silence and strength. A neurosurgeon -in-the-making, she stitches bones by day and folds her hands before Lord Shiva by night. Her world is one of prayers, purpose, and poise - where tradition sits beside ambition, and love is not a weakness, but a vow. Hundreds of miles away, in the shadowed streets of Udaipur, a different empire breathes. Built on blood, secrets, and iron discipline - it's ruled by Yudhveer Singh Ranawat, the mafia don no one dares to name out loud. Born royal but bathed in ruthlessness, Yudhveer believes in control, not destiny. In bullets, not bhajans. Where Ganga offers flowers to a shivling, Yudhveer offers nothing - not even a second glance. He has only one rule: never feel. She has only one flaw: she feels too much. When their worlds collide - not with love, but with obligation - the storm that follows will test everything. Faith against fire. Steel against soul. A girl who bows to a god... and a man who thinks he is one. This isn't just a marriage. It's a battleground. __________________________________________________________________________________ Make sure to read the prompts 💋🧿 Do not copy 🤏🏻😔💋

"I can't marry you, Sir. This is not the way I want to be tied down into married life." She whispers, her voice trembling under the weight of her own breaking world. Her eyes are swollen with tears, her soul frayed at the edges. "But I don't think you have any other option left rather than accepting the contract. So, just agree with my decision or believe me, you won't like the consequences." He replies coldly, every word cutting deeper than the last. There is no remorse in his voice. No softness in his eyes. Just control. Just a warning. . . . He is not just her professor. He is a feared business mogul as well, known for his ruthless decisions and lack of mercy. She is a single mother, desperately trying to protect her son and survive the past she thought she had buried long ago. But when he uncovers her deepest, most dangerous secret, one that could destroy her life in a heartbeat: he doesn't give her the chance to explain. He gives her a choice: marry him under the terms of a cold, emotionless contract... or watch her world collapse. Bound by fear. Tied by power. A marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal. But what happens when a lifeless contract begins to stir emotions neither of them asked for? When buried scars surface... And when the lines between right and wrong blur inside the walls of a forced relationship? This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of control, consequences, and finding strength in the very place she was meant to break.

(EDITING/REWRITING PROCESS) (Warning : If you're a first time reader, I suggest you to wait a little until I'm done with the rewriting to get a better experience in reading this. But if you decide to read it anyway, I'm sorry for the confusion while I'm editing it since I edit it by parts when I have the time.) What happen when a cruel and merciless mafia fall in love? Who's that lucky girl? Jeon Jungkook, The Cruel Mafia Boss. He's also a successful owner of the biggest company in Korea. He's got most of the businesses in Seoul under him and his members. He doesn't really care about anyone or anything since he's got everything that he wanted. But, it all changed once he laid his eyes on one girl. The only girl that was able to make his heart feels something. He's determined to not let the reason of his smile go. Min Y/n, a normal girl who doesn't know anything about the mafia world. Someone who doesn't want to get involve with bad things but somehow keeps being pulled towards them. While going on her day like usual, she become an addiction to the mafia leader without knowing. Can they make a happy ending? Two people from different world and appearance. Started : 30/5/21 Ended : 20/9/21 It's my first time writing so all of the storyline was unplanned and I just wrote randomly so the story is kinda messed up. Also there are many grammar mistakes which are yet to be fixed. Since it's my first book and first experience in writing, it's something normal about a mafia fall in love with a girl working at a cafe lol feel free to drop the book if you think it's cringe already.

[Blurb] Siddharth Kashyap is roped into attending a destination wedding by his mother and he expects nothing but annoying relatives and boredom. That is until he meets the spunky Chetna Haldar, sister of the bride and an outcast much like himself. He is enamoured by her spirit and amused by her antics. Chetna Haldar can't wait for her sister's wedding to be done with. It is basically a tailor-made torture session from hell. For the brief moments she can get away from her family, she finds respite with Siddharth who actually listens to her for a change. What will happen to this strange bond when it is time to part ways? Is it a happy ending for our Black Sheep or are they saying goodbyes forever? *Unedited First Draft* (This is a spin-off of 'The Great Indian College Romance'. You do not need to read that before diving into this one. Works just as well as a standalone. Minor spoilers only.) [Features] Featured in the @Wattpad official account's reading list 'Reading Radar' Featured in the @WattpadExplorer reading list 'Reading Radar' Featured in the top ten in India list at Number 7 on 27/11/24 and 26/11/24 [Highest Rankings] #7 under the tag 'Bands' #45 under the tag 'Music' #1 under the tag 'Delhi' #1 under the tag 'Jaipur' #1 under the tag 'Goa'

*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.

Rameen is an architect working in a Consulting firm. She is the only child of her parents. She is bold, sassy, and intelligent. Rameen is engaged to her childhood sweetheart Imaad. All is well in Rameen's life until she meets Waleed Kamal. Waleed Kamaal is an arrogant, aggressive young CEO of Kamaal Constructions and Consultancy Firm. His Grandfather, Yousuf Kamaal, brought up Waleed after the death of his parents in a plane crash. He is a spoilt brat, and if he likes something, he gets it either by love or force. The first few encounters between Rameen and Waleed are complete disasters. They hate each other and can't withstand one another even for a few minutes. But fate has a different plan for them when they get married accidentally. Published on 27th Feb 2020 Completed on 16th July 2020 Total word count: 102.1k 2nd in #muslim love story on 8/8/2020 3rd in #romance out of 1.67million stories on 27/8/2020. 1st in #sassygirl on 9/8/2022 1st in #muslim love stories 4/8/2022 1st in #muslim love stories 11/7/2023

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes. I froze at his gaze. What was I supposed to say. "I asked you a question." His voice was stern and caused shivers of fear to run down my spine. "I-I," I had no idea what happened to my voice. His glare did no good in calming me down. I clutched on to the handle of my bag so tight. When I finally found my voice, I managed a "I'm sorry sir." I felt it would be better if I kept my head on the floor. "Sorry?" --- What happens when Don Jones asks Eri to become his wife when his fiancee runs away from the wedding at the last minute? Will their marriage only be a thing of contract or will they fall in love in the process...