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She has always been sensitive and felt things all at once. She has always been a daydreamer though very ambitious in everything she does. This guy appeared out of nowhere in her life and she found herself slowly getting attached to him without even knowing his name. She was possessed by him. She adored every little thing about him. And she couldn't stop herself from falling in love with him, it was inevitable.

*WILL CONTINUE THIS BOOK IF ANYONE WANTS IT TO* "I said I do to the man I hate the most... but why does my heart betray me every time he says my name?" Aria Lancaster never expected her freedom to be traded for a marriage contract. But when her family's empire teeters on the edge of collapse, she's forced to marry Leon Calderon-the cold, calculating heir of the very mafia dynasty that destroyed her world. Leon doesn't want a wife. He wants leverage. Aria is just another pawn in a decades-old game of power, secrets, and revenge. But neither of them expected the tension. The fire. The slow unraveling of hatred into something dangerous-something real. As hidden truths surface and enemies close in, Aria must decide: Will she destroy the Calderons from the inside like she swore... or fall for the man she was meant to ruin?

Expect: High-speed tension-both on the track and off. Rivals-to-lovers energy mixed with redemption arcs. Late-night confessions under neon lights. A love that feels like a free-fall. Emotional payoff: forgiveness, passion, and learning to let someone take the wheel.

two strangers fall in love

She was in the new city for her studies, after begging her family for it... she had promised herself she wouldn't let them down and will focus only and only on study... but the goddamn prince charming of her university had other plans for her...

--- Amira never meant to marry a man like Zaid. She was raised behind gold-trimmed curtains, taught grace, silence, obedience. Her world was one of perfect smiles and hidden bruises. She belonged to powerful men-first her father, then her fiancé. But Zaid tore that world apart. The marriage wasn't her choice. It was a transaction. A contract signed in silence and sealed with threats. She was handed to him like a gift... or a weapon. Zaid didn't ask if she was willing. He simply looked at her that night, eyes as dark as war, and said, "You belong to me now. Learn to live with it." But Amira was never meant to be tamed. She came into his mansion like a storm trapped in silk, calm on the outside but burning underneath. And Zaid, the cold and calculated mafia king, didn't realize he'd married fire. In the beginning, there was no trust. No warmth. Just sharp glares, locked doors, and silence heavy enough to choke. Amira watched him like a stranger. Zaid watched her like a threat. But beneath the tension-something lived. Something dangerous. Something they both refused to name. And in the shadows of that house, between betrayal and secrets, a war began. Not between empires. But between King and Queen. ---

They were born into hatred. Raised to destroy each other. Kiara Singh and Ahaan Mehra were never meant to fall in love. Enemies since childhood, their families had drawn battle lines long ago. But when fate brings them back together in college, their war reignites - with darker consequences. What starts as revenge turns into obsession. What begins with hate burns into something deeper. But love isn't enough when blood ties scream betrayal. Because roses don't bloom in fire. They burn.

Vernice Eliana Rugue has been single all her life. Unlike her twin sister Vernie Eloise who is impulsive, heartbreaker and a party girl, Vernice can spend the entire day inside her room without getting bored. She enjoys her own company in her own little world not until she met Johan Luke Alger. Who would have thought that a quick interaction in the park with a stranger when they were five would lead to a very complicated relationship with her sister and her last year in senior high school?

❝I'm surprised you even have time to practice between all your pranks. But then again, that's the only thing you actually succeed at, isn't it?❞ Lyra smirks. ❝At least I succeed at something, right?❞ Fred shoots back. ☆ Lyra Ivana Arakan lives for competition. A talented Slytherin Chaser. Fred Gideon Weasley is her infuriating rival. A gryffindor beater with a cocky grin and a ego larger than his worth. Sooner or later, the competition between them starts to blend into something more dangerous. Secrets are exposed, feelings are shown, and Lyra is forced to confront a truth more terrifying than losing. Slowburn(so slow, some might even call it 'smolder'). Confused Rivals. Hateful love(or loving hate). Academic Rivals. Content Warnings: Mentions of blood, alcohol, violence, angst, death, suicide, self-harm, and harassment (potential 18+). |Created: October 11, 2024|Cover made by me|

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙠. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙. Veer Raj Rathore, the last heir of the Rathore Empire, carries the weight of his royal lineage on his shoulders. A celebrated historian and future king, he believes in duty, legacy, and the power of the past. But when an ancient prophecy leads him to an abandoned palace, he comes face to face with Aarzoo Mirza-a fiery, stubborn journalist who seems to know things about his past she shouldn't. Aarzoo has spent her life revising history, never realizing she was living one written centuries ago. When she visits the palace for inspiration, visions of another life begin haunting her-a life where she was Meher Bano Mirza, an assassin sworn to kill the prince she loved. As forgotten memories resurface, so do old betrayals, forbidden love, and a truth someone is still trying to bury. Veer and Aarzoo were enemies in the past. Strangers in the present. But fate isn't done with them yet. Will they break the cycle of destiny, or will history claim them once more? A tale of reincarnation, royal secrets, and a love that defied empires. Enemies-to-lovers | Indian Royalty | Slow-burn romance | Reincarnation Mystery *The images I am using here in this story are not mine I got them from Pinterest kindly do not call me on that*