The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

STOP RIGHT THERE Mrs Priya Ekaansh Raghuvanshi, a shiver ran down her spine listening his dangerous voice she gulp and tightly close her eyes,she was clutching her saree in her hands that her life depend on it. When she stop at her place but didn't turn then he marched towards her with long strides , he holds her wrist in his tight grip without hurting her he pull her towards him that she collided with his chest she put her one hand on his chest so that she didn't fall. She open her eyes immediately because of his sudden pull,her brown doe like eyes meet with his black and dark eyes which is showing nothing but anger and hurt. But she was not able to maintain an eye contact with him so she immediately look down on her hand which was on his chest. Why the hell are you ignoring me since evening Mrs Raghuvanshi care to explain??he asked with irritating and slight anger in his voice. But she didn't said anything,she was Just looking down,she bite her lower lip in nervousness and his close proximity isn't helping at all. When he didn't get any answer from her he hold her shoulder and yelled at her ANSWER ME DAMMIT. Ji.....ji...wohh....main...she said stammering tears fall from her eyes.because it's her first time seeing his anger. when an innocent and shy girl is arranged into marriage with cold and top most sexiest businesses tycoon. "It is typical arrange marriage without any enemy it's just normal marriage life". let's see how love is going to bloom in both of their hearts. Let's see if he is cold with her also or not??? #6- family #1- Hindi #1-india #14- arrange marriage #10-love life #4- cute romance #3- wife

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

hi guys my new story. ADITI MALHOTRA, a 20 year old girl, aspires to become a doctor, brought up in the broken family, always saw her mother gets beaten up by her father, her father to bring sluts to their house, had gave up on the concept of love and marriage. she just wants to earn and bring out her mom out of the hell. but her world shattered when her father fixed her marriage at just age of 20. VEER RAJVANSH, 26 year old, successful billionaire businessman, and secret Mafia King, a down to earth person, who loves his only family, his grandmother to the core of his heart. his parents died in the car accident. will aditi be able to overcome her fears and accept veer.

I don't know when he laid his eyes on me and since then i became his obsession . sometimes his love makes me feel I am the luckiest person but the next minute his obsession makes me feel I am his priceless possession. He is the son of a powerful politician and the party president , so he also became the powerful leader in a young age ,due to his intelligence as well as cunning nature he took the party to a height that no one could touch and made himself untouchable and powerful. she is bubbly, simple and kind hearted girl .She is apple of her parents eyes and the most precious girl to her brother. she is studying MBA in another city and lives in a hostel. she studies well but not topper and her friends loves her. This is my first story and don't get angry at me

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Inayaat - Blessing A tale of two souls united by the will of God 🪷 RANBIR SINGH RANDHAWA A typical Punjabi hot blooded man who is far from mundane. He's the ruling politician of Punjab and powerful landlord at the prime age of 29. He's successful, authoritative and needless to mention, sinfully handsome. His more than smooth bachelor life comes to a standstill when he finds a beautiful stranger in the dark of the night only to call her his wife in the next 8 hours. HARLEEN ARORA A timid girl who comes from a troubled family. She's an innocent soul who's tortured mercilessly by her family, especially her father since past 23 years. Having enough of the atrocities, she decides to runaway from her house and hence jumps from the window of her room one ordinary night and lands straight into the arms of a certain political only to call him her husband in the next 8 hours. 🪷 "Umm.. aapka naam kya hai?" She asked hesitantly. "Ranbir naam hai mera. Ranbir Singh Randhawa." "Aur aapka?" He asked. "Harleen Arora." He shook his head sideways. "Harleen Randhawa." 🪷 Tropes: - Sudden Marriage - Marriage of Convenience - Forced Proximity - Opposites Attract - Grumpy x Sunshine - He falls first, she falls harder - Found Family - Age gap - Spicy - Love at first sight Spicy and bonus chapters are available on scrollstck 📜

Book - 1 (Best friends series) Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........