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Aarivaan: Broody, royal, dangerously handsome... basically the kind of professor who makes hearts skip lectures. Aarvika: Clumsy, chaotic, ridiculously charming... basically a one-women storm of trouble. He glares, She trips. He scolds, She laughs. He tries to stay serious... she ruins it with a single smile. A classroom of rules, a girl full of chaos, and a grumpy professor who never knew silence could be so loud. Will Aarivaan survive her disaster-like charm... or will he finally fall for the noise he can't ignore? Fair Warning: May cause uncontrollable laughter, swooning, and an unhealthy obsession with one Aarivaan.

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 | ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢ x ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴩᴜʀ x ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀɪᴩᴜʀ/ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴩᴀᴅ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴋᴀʟᴇꜱʜɪ ᴍʟ x ꜱᴀꜱꜱy ꜰʟ | ᴄᴀʟᴍ x ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ | ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ | ʀɪᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ x ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ | ᴅᴇꜱɪ x ᴅᴇꜱɪ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ | ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ | ꜰᴀᴍɪʟy ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀɴᴅ

Prelude of Shiv-Shakti [Standalone] Arranged marriage.

A curse, alive in the two most powerful families. A contract written in blood. Promises made by fates. Secrets in every breath that's held here. Some debts don't die. They live in bloodlines like a second heartbeat - quiet, patient, pulling. The curse is old. Older than the families carrying it. Older than the walls built to contain it. It does not warn. It simply waits - in the blood, in the bone, And the two people at its center - utterly unaware. Vartika Singh. A lawyer hunting injustice. A RAW agent ending it. Both drenched in secrets. Both haunted by the same aching nightmare - the specific nightmare of someone whose heart remembers things her mind was never told. Then comes a promise that puts everything at stake. And it leads her - because fate does not ask permission - straight into the Rathore Empire. Like fate signed the contract before she ever knew the terms. Because here, nobody tells the whole truth. Every smile hides a strategy. Walls whisper. Corridors remember. Loyalty is just another mask worn until it becomes inconvenient. In this empire - truth destroys more than lies ever could. Then she meets him. Devansh Singh Rathore. Charming. Dangerous. A man who wears deception in layers - truth buried under arrogance, intentions hidden beneath power. Why is he the villain? Or is he simply the only one honest about being dangerous? Before she finds the answer, she is bound to him. A marriage. A war disguised as vows. But living under the same roof blurs lines her agency never warned her about. Because Devansh is not just a husband she must endure - he is a man who senses deception, who might destroy her mission simply by looking too closely. And her heart - which remembers things her mind doesn't - recognises him. Not his face. Not his name. Something older than both. The curse, finally closing the distance it was always going to close. Her heart remembered things her mind didn't. The only question - would she let herself remember too.

Some betrayals don't shatter you instantly. They ruin you slowly. Behind the glittering smiles, whispered promises, and stolen moments, lies a truth powerful enough to destroy everything they ever believed in. She trusted with her whole heart. He loved while drowning in secrets. And somewhere between love and lies, their world began to burn. When hidden truths crawl out of the shadows, loyalty turns fragile, relationships begin to crack, and every heartbeat starts echoing with betrayal. Because sometimes- the people you would die for are the very ones who ruin you.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 is a tale woven in shadows of royalty, vengeance, and forbidden bonds. When 𝗔𝗿𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗬𝗮𝗱𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶 takes 𝗩𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻 as his bride by force, it is not love that binds them but duty, betrayal, and the simmering fire of revenge. Between the 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔 and the guarded walls of Yaduvanshi Haveli, her silence speaks louder than words, unsettling the man who swore to protect his city and punish her family. But silence can wound deeper than swords nobody realised-and Varnika's quiet defiance begins to unravel the very walls Arjuna built around his heart. As tradition collides with desire, and loyalty with love, they are drawn into a story where no one emerges unscathed. TROOPS • Forced marriage (but minding ethics, dig more to learn) •hate to love (with conditions) •protector of the city becomes protector of the princess •deaf and voiceless princess • ethically confused ml (always bothered • unbothered female lead • marriage to regain everything taken 🪷 Stay, your place is in Arjun's heart, he'll realise late but will love you deeper than the dark ocean This is not just a romance. It is a battle of wills. It is a saga of women fighting to be heard, and men learning what it means to protect, not possess. The Sentinel's Princess-because sometimes the fiercest wars are fought not on battlefields, but within the heart.

Two shy hearts marrying each other for their family, but falling in love knowing each other.... supporting each other in their ups and downs... Kushi is a pediatrician and abhishek is a dermatologist...both doctors.....cabins besides each other....let's see if their romance turns into hospital romance too....and what happens when their past comes in front of them.... Kushi who thinks that she is happy, even what her mother says to her, even when her father love her but only talk about marks , passion, and career, feeling neglected by her parents but saying 'at least they stayed' marked by her insecurities for her body.... Abhishek was loved by his parents but, he was distanced with them only civial , hiding something big which not even his half family knew!!! Everyone thought he was a normal man, a doctor , but behind that mask was a man who hide his insecurities and a past which led him to be more introverted.... Let's see what happens when their world collide Stay with mee😝!! The story will take some dark moves also...so pls skip if you feel uncomfortable...I'll mark the parts where the explicit version will come... ~your ugly as fuck author 🥰😔🫴🏻🎀

𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍 "What's so special about me?" Aashvika asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto vivaan's with an unspoken longing. Vivaan's gaze softened, his eyes tracing the contours of her face as if memorizing every detail. A gentle smile playing on his lips, and for a moment, the world around them melted away. "You are that serenity people search for their entire lifetime, only to find it in heaven- that elusive peace they're told awaits them after they're gone. But i found it already, in you. Your eyes are like those unfathomable oceans where i'd willingly drown, forever lost in their depths, mesmerized by the secrets they hold, the mysteries they whisper to my soul. Your voice is like a soothing melody that flows from Krishna ji's flute, a symphony that calms my soul." __________________________________ AASHVIKA SINGHANIA, a 23 year old woman who's an event planner, making magic happen for others while her own life stayed simple and grey. Love seemed like a luxury she couldn't afford, not with her family depending on her. So she'd closed that door, focusing on being the strong one her loved ones needed. VIVAAN MALHOTRA, on the other hand, was the master of his domain- a corporate empire built on logic and steel. At 25, he'd perfected the art of detachment, his emotions locked away behind a wall of ice. Or so he thought. Until he met Aashvika, and suddenly, his carefully constructed world tilted on its axis. She felt like home- like the missing piece he'd been searching for without even knowing it. And Vivaan, the man who'd forgotten how to feel, was now drowning in emotions he couldn't quite grasp. __________________________________ A lovestory of two souls that redefined the definition of love. Two souls that didn't just love each other but worshipped the beauty in each other's flaws💌✨ ______ Jump into the story to know more! ~Avantika🌷✨ #1 in "Oldschoolromance" #2

"Sajde mein yun hi jhukta hoon Main toh ibaadat karta hoon Tere dar pe hi ab mera Sar jhukne laga hai..." "Tera deedar hua, pehli baar hua Jabse hai dekha tujhe, pagal hua Sajde mein yun hi jhukta hoon Main toh ibaadat karta hoon..." ♥️🎀 .............................................................................................................................................. "Panch saal ki qaid toh bas ek bahana tha, Asli qaid toh teri yaadon ki thi, Wahan dushman ki bediyan thi pairon mein, Yahan tere ishq ki zanjeerein hain rooh mein.".................................................................................................................................... 5 saal ka wo school waala ishq, ek jhagda, aur phir sab khatam. Rudransh Army join karke chala gaya aur phir khabar aayi ki wo shaheed ho gaya. Par asli kahani toh tab suru hui jab wo 5 saal baad dushman ki qaid se wapas aaya. Usne apni wardi chodh di, business sambhaal liya, sirf ek maqsad ke liye-Tani. Par Tani ki engagement kisi aur se hone wali hai. Kya ek CEO, jo kabhi Captain tha, apni "Rooh" ko wapas paa sakega? Ya phir ye ishq borders par hi dam tod dega?

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆-𝒋𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒎... 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒆 𝒌𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎. Sanson ki Mala Pe A story of five friends tangled in love, laughter, jealousy, silence, heartbreak, and everything left unsaid. Somewhere between almost-confessions and stolen moments, they begin to lose and find each other all at once. Because sometimes, the deepest love stories are the ones never spoken aloud. ☆ 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 Adhira clutched his shoulders, tears shaking her voice. "There was no hope left, Shiv... then why did you wait?" Shivay rested his forehead against her hands, years of longing finally breaking free. "I would've waited till my last breath," he whispered. "And even after death, I would've found my way back to you... as a flower carrying your fragrance, as roots holding every memory of you. Because loving you was the only thing my soul ever truly knew." _______ ☆ 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐛𝐡𝐮 Rain echoed through the empty parking lot as Dhriti finally snapped. "If I mean nothing to you, then why can't you let me go forever?" Something inside Vibhu cracked. "Because I love you, damn it!" The confession tore out of him as he dropped to his knees. "My mind fights me every time I try to forget you. And every time I see you smiling without me... it destroys me for not being the reason behind it." His voice fell quieter. "So don't ask why I can't let you go... when letting you go is the very thing killing me." _______ Toh chalo shuru karte hain ;⁠)

𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊 𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏...... _________________________________________ ୨୧Dark-Soft rom-com book!༊*·˚ Part - 1 ___________________________________________________ Ek shaadi. Ek choti si mulaqat. Aur ek naam... jo bhoolna mushkil tha. Akshat Singhania - topper, introvert, disciplined and a person with big dreams. Mahi Malhotra - intelligent, sweet, little chaotic, savage... and equally ambitious. ___________________________________________________ They met once. Lost each other. But destiny had bigger plans. Phir kishmat ne khel-khela. Phir se mulaqat. This time... in uniform. Pyaar, competition, jealousy, aur army ke rules. Because loving someone in uniform isn't simple. And some stories are written in olive green. 🇮🇳✨ - Vani

Meera Mishra didn't expected to starting over could be this hard. New college. New city....and no one she knows. All she wants is to focus on her dream to be a fashion designer and stay out of trouble which she always manage to not until now. Then there is Shivansh Singhaniya. Annoying. Confident. Way too used to prove people wrong to show his power. But behind all this attitude is hidden a young boy dealing with strict parents, fears and dreams he only cares about to write. They don't get along. Not even a little bit. They hurt each other. They argue. They hate eachother. So why does it starts to feels like there is something more between them? Why? Because sometimes love doesn't come gently. Sometimes... *Love is twisted by pain.*

| # 2 - bestie | When Timothy's summer vacation starts, love is the last thing on his mind. Fresh off a breakup and escaping the city with his closest friends, he's sworn this summer will be about healing, not heartache. Then he meets Kevin. Flirty, infuriating, and local to this sleepy beach town, Kevin seems determined to get under Timothy's skin - and maybe under his guard. What starts as snarky jabs and stolen glances turns into something neither of them expected. Rivals, maybe. Something more? That's the real danger.

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● They were childhood sweethearts and loved each other to bits. Their engagement was fixed a month later. Everything was going well Until... She disappeared and lost all her memory of her past. His heart longed to see her again and refused to love anyone else. Would they meet again? Would the two hearts and souls reunite? Dive in the journey of Aaranya and Yuvraj to find out. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Yuvraj Pratap Singh Raghuvanshi Cold as steel, feared like fire; yet his heart bows only to the girl who has forgotten her throne and him. Aaranya Singh Rajput Born a royal, raised an orphan; her crown stolen, her memories erased. Them He remembers every heartbeat of their past; she remembers nothing, not her throne, not her brothers, not her prince. Two souls, divided by fate... destined to collide once more. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° TROUPS Prince of Udaipur x Lost Princess Childhood sweethearts reunited Grumpy x fiery Hidden Royal Identity CEO x Journalist He remembers x She doesn't Touch starved x Touch-me-not °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

"The Magician's Deathwish" has many names, but this is the most prominent one; it is the labyrinth in the kingdom of Hysteria, travelling many miles deep. Many adventurers or magicians dare to challenge this labyrinth, but most of them fail. Centy, a boy dedicated to magic and life in the labyrinth, joins the "House of Endless Nights" to explore this dungeon and unveil its secrets. Set in the world of Artoria, in the country of Hysteria.

Oliver Williams rescues Edith from thugs, sparks friendship and hidden feelings, all in one night, but never meet again. Two months later, Edith is introduced by Oliver's brother, Michael William, as his girlfriend, while Oliver secretly loves her. Family legacy, loyalty, and love clash- hearts get broken.

(first puplished 15 feb, 4:09AM)This was actually my English writing homework thing(writen on 10\10\2025) that got a grade 5 instead of 6, (a B instead of an A, if you dont know how 1-6 grading works) because it was ''too long'' despite there being no word count. i got upsett because i was really passionate about it. but its basically a shit-ton of fandoms (and some of my original stuff ig?) mixed in this weird literature. idk if im gonna continue it because i think its silly and stupid - it really is. THIS STORY IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY OTHERS AND MOST STORY TRAITS ARE NOT MINE DONT KILL ME X0

After many months of coaxing from a "friend" of yours, you finally decided to download Genshin Impact onto your old, but reliable PS4. Reluctant to play at first, yet you happily jumped headfirst into the game without any issue. While enjoying the beautiful scenery and gameplay, you had failed to notice a familiar dark cube dropping onto your bedroom floor. However, when you did, you spared no thoughts about it and stupidly grabbed it, causing the world around you to black out. And when you awake, you find yourself in a beautiful, gothic style bedroom with fragrant flowers and a fierce pounding in your head. "...Where am I?" ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Inspired by "Surviving as the Tyrant elf King?!" by @Lazy-mad-succubi Editing because I like to improve myself.

کچی ئاغا کە دەنگدانەوەیەکی زۆری هەیە لەگوندەکەدا بەهۆی ئەوەی تائێستا کەس ڕوخساری نەبینیوە بەوزانیاریانەی کەزانیویانە کچێکی سەرنجڕاکێشە وەزۆریش سەرکێشە لەگەڵیدا ئەوهەموو حەزوخولیایەکی ئەسپە لەگەڵ شەڕکردن چۆن دەکەوێتە داوی ئامۆزاکەیەوە؟ بڕیارمانداوە تاوەک و نەبێتە20ساڵ هیچ کەس نابێت ڕوخساری ببینێت لــــەبــــەر دوو هۆکار ڕێگەنادەن خەڵک ڕوخسارت ببینێت یەکەم.بۆپارێزگاری کردن لەتۆ دووەم.لەبەرجوانییەکەت مافی تەواوی ئەم چیرۆکە بۆخۆم دەگەڕێتەوە پیت بەپیتی خۆم نوسیومە♥

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