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On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

When Avni Verma's hostel allocation goes wrong, she has no choice but to turn to her brother Anuj's best friend, Yash Mehra, for a place to stay. Yash is the university's star athlete-confident, cool, and always surrounded by people. He's never paid much attention to Avni, who's always been quiet and shy. But as they're forced to live together, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. Yash can't ignore the growing attraction he feels for Avni-she's no longer the little sister he once knew, and the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to fight the feelings he's tried to suppress. When Avni begins going out, Yash's possessiveness starts to surface. What began as a simple arrangement quickly turns into a battle between desire and control. Will Yash let his guard down for the girl who's slowly taking over his heart? Prologue: Yash was so close, she could feel his breath against her skin. His eyes were burning into hers, filled with something dangerous. "I don't think you understand, Avni," he muttered, voice thick with restraint. "I'm trying to control myself. But every time you're near me, I'm one step away from breaking." She swallowed, heart racing as he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're driving me insane. And I'm getting close to losing it." Tropes: Brother's best friend • Possessive ML • Seduction • Slow Burn • Fighting Attraction • Shy FL • College Romance • Steamy Romance 🏅#1 in india 🏅#1 in steamyromance 🏅#1 in brothersbestfriend

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

✨𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨✨ . . . . Anvi Rajvansh had it all - power, brains, beauty, skills that broke the charts, and a life running at 5G speed. At twenty-five, she was a global business empress, a Michelin-level chef, a polyglot queen, a hacker who could make world governments sweat, and an actress who caused box offices to bow. She was flawless. Unmatched. Unbothered. Except... she was single. Not by choice, but because no man could match her wavelength. And then she died - going out like a legend - while saving a child. But destiny wasn't done with her. She awakens in a parallel world, inside a romance novel she once skimmed and hated. A trash plot. A cringe love story. And worst of all? She is not the heroine. She is the villainess. A side character made to look clingy, jealous, unwanted - a punching bag for the fake heiress who stole her identity, her family, and even her fiancé. But this is not the same Anvi. This Anvi comes armed with genius, grace, and god-tier abilities. This Anvi won't be anyone's background character. This Anvi will rewrite fate itself. And somewhere in the shadows, watching her every move, stands Abhimaan Singh Rathore - the richest man in this world, a royal king of Rajasthan, a storm wrapped in velvet... and the novel's original villain. But the moment he sees the new Anvi, something inside him snaps. He becomes obsessed. Protective. Possessive. And fate starts shifting around them like a loyal soldier. With one reborn goddess and one dangerously devoted king on the board, this world is about to get flipped upside down. . . . . . 🌸💕🌸

╭─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───╮ His Tara Not a soft love story- and never meant to be. It begins with irritation, with arguments that go a little too far, and silences that stay longer than they should. Tara doesn't step back. Adhvik doesn't give in. ⋆｡°✩ But somewhere between ego and unspoken tension, things start shifting. What begins as resistance slowly turns into something harder to ignore- a pull they don't understand, reactions they can't control, and emotions that don't come easy to either of them. ⋆｡°✩ There are pasts they don't talk about. Feelings they don't admit. And moments that change more than they should. This isn't simple. It's not gentle. It's messy, consuming, and intense- the kind of story where love doesn't come quietly... it builds, breaks, and stays. ╰─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───╯

Saanvi Verma lost her mother the day she was born and her father when she was only six. Since then, her life became a silent battle. Raised in a house where she was blamed for everything, she grew up hearing cruel words instead of lullabies. Soft, fragile, and innocent, she learned to survive without affection, without protection, and without a voice. Ashvik Rajvanshi is the complete opposite of her world. A 29-year-old ruthless CEO, powerful and feared, with eyes as dark as his secrets. He doesn't believe in weakness. He only believes in control but fate has strange plans. When the most innocent girl becomes the wife of the most dangerous man, will she finally find the love she never received? Or will she lose herself in his world of power and darkness? A story of pain, possession, secrets, and a love that was never meant to be... yet impossible to escape. Let's read and see what happens between them. 🖤🌸

​[He protects the President. She can't even protect her ID card.] ​Major Siddharth Shergill is the President's Aide-de-Camp. A former Para SF operative, he is a fortress of silence, discipline, and lethal precision. To him, chaos is a threat, and emotions are a liability. ​Shreya Verma is a walking system error. A genius cyber-security expert who runs on caffeine and panic, she can crack a firewall in seconds but trips over her own feet daily. ​When Shreya hacks a secure "Service Gate" to sneak into the President's estate for her graduation, she expects a shortcut. Instead, she runs straight into a wall. A six-foot-two, armed, and unamused wall named Major Siddharth. ​He thinks she's an assassin. She thinks he's a statue. ​But when a hidden digital threat targets the President, the Iron Wall and the Glitch are forced to work together. Siddharth must keep her alive, and Shreya must keep him sane. ​The only problem? She is the one security risk he never saw coming. ​⚠️ TROPES: 🇮🇳 Bodyguard x Hacker 🔥 Grumpy Major x Sunshine Genius 🏛️ Political Thriller 🚫 Forced Proximity 📏 Size Difference (He's huge, she's tiny) DISCLAIMER: The Major's Security Risk is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The technical data, military protocols, and engineering concepts described-are for narrative and entertainment purposes only and do not reflect real-world classified information or actual procedures.

🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤 ✦ Balraj ✦ The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy. Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Meera ✦ The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them. When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent. She hid it well. She had to. Because weakness was not for women like her. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster." Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy. Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into. Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain. Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫

Two friends who are literally each other's lifeline-Rudra and Parampara. They fight like sworn enemies, yet love each other just as fiercely. A single day feels incomplete without seeing each other; their souls seem to live inside one another. Their love language? Fighting. Teasing. Annoying each other to the extreme. But somewhere between those nok-jhok sessions and dramatic eye rolls, their hearts are hopelessly attached. And then... oops. Parampara does the unthinkable - she falls in love with Rudra. Meanwhile Rudra, the certified idiot (with zero emotional software updates), is busy living his life like a carefree main character, totally unaware that someone has already made him the hero of her story. So now the question is... Will Rudra ever realise that his chaos is someone else's comfort? Will Parampara's one-sided love turn into a two-player game? Or will this story remain stuck between friendship and feelings? To find out whether chaos can actually fall in love - read my novel "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" Warning: Contains fights, feels, and accidental love. 😌✨

⭐ "Found Family × Protective Older Brothers × Broken Twins × Slow Healing × Hidden Mafia Family × Strangers to Home" Best ranking #1 mafiaqueen #4 foundfamily #12 Wattpadindia "A broken pair of twins find a home in strangers who slowly become their family - and their greatest protectors, even in a hidden world of secrets." Two broken twins. A past full of pain they never deserved. When Kian and Kiara are brought into a new home, they expect nothing... just another place to survive. But instead, they find something they never had - a family. A loving stepfather who treats them like his own children. Five half older brothers who slowly become their protectors. And a home that starts healing the wounds they've carried for years. For the first time, they feel seen. For the first time, they feel safe. For the first time, they feel loved. But even in a home filled with warmth... not every truth is spoken out loud. And sometimes, even love hides secrets.

💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every late-night call, every silly fight. And finally, one day, she gathered the courage to tell him... But what she saw shattered her. Her best friend. His lips. And not a single word left her mouth that day. But fate isn't done with them yet. Now, years later... destiny ties them together in the most unexpected way: a forced marriage. Will old love find its way back? Or is she too broken to believe in second chances? --- 💥 Tropes you'll love: 💔 Best friends to lovers 💍 Forced marriage 💞 Childhood love 💫 Second chances 🔥 Love triangle + betrayal

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦! Jeet Khurana, a 28-year-old stoic-lone billionaire, popularly known as the diamond king amongst the Asian youth, gets hitched to Nitya Malhotra, a 24-year-old successful writer, who secretly loves him from a far. For her 'he' was the definition of love whereas for him, this emotion didn't existed. Amidst such chaos, will their love ever bloom for each other? Will Nitya ever get her complete love story? Or will it just end up being her one sided love? Tune in to witness the journey of Jeet and Nitya, where love is designed on the thorns with a hope that one day it will get its roses. NOTE : This is a work of pure fiction and it solely belongs to me. @copyrights reserved

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 .... 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓁𝒶 𝓁𝒶 𝓁𝒶... "In a school where silence is survival, she chose to be heard." "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too," he replied. And then, without another word, they kissed-harder, like all the anger between them had nowhere else to go. Welcome to Obsidian Crest Academy- where power isn't earned... it's inherited. Seventeen-year-old Shanvi Rathore enters on a scholarship, an outsider in a world ruled by the elite and controlled by fear. Here, status decides your worth-and the powerless don't last long. Because in this place, you're safe... until you're chosen. There are no rules. Only a game. Two groups dominate the academy- feared, untouchable, and merciless. 👑 The Crowned Kings 🖤 The Black Sovereigns All it takes is one decision from them- A Red Card from the Crowned Kings. A Black Card from the Black Sovereigns. One card is all it takes-to erase you. The moment you're marked, the nightmare begins. Not just bullying- but calculated, public, and brutal destruction. They don't just bully you here... they break you. Everyone knows. Everyone watches. But no one dares to speak. No one. Because here, survival means silence. But Shanvi? She refuses to bow. She questions what others fear. She challenges a system no one has ever dared to touch. They rule with fear. She walks in without it. Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. And in this game, being noticed is a death sentence. Now she's no longer just watching the system- she's trapped inside it. And the deeper she falls, the more she realizes... this isn't just a game played by students. This is power. Legacy. Control. Marked by a card. Destroyed by a system. But they made one mistake. They thought she would break.

On the day her glamorous sister runs away to chase a modeling dream, simple and soft-hearted Aradhya Khanna is suddenly forced into marrying the most powerful businessman, Vihaan Singh Rathore. Two strangers bound by fate, one craving love and the other trust-can an unexpected marriage turn into something real? ✨✨Completed ✨✨

ᴀ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. ♥︎𝓐𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪 × 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓿 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮♥︎ Aditi met him first when she was in 11th. He was the disciplined, focused headboy in 12th. Her anklets shook the rhythm of his world, and nothing remained the same for him after that. They promise forever together at such young age, unaware what adult life has yet to bring for them, unaware what the destiny has written for them. He takes the path for army defense, while she chooses medical profession to fulfill her parents dream. Will they work out together and survive? Or will distance take away the promises they made with each other? ♡♡♡ ♡The new girl of 11th PCB and the headboy of class 12th PCM, together writes a story that even makes the destiny envious.♡ ~~~~~ ★𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔣𝔲𝔩.★

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧?" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐡★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

VOWS AND SECRETS BOOK I ABHIMANYU KAPOOR He is rude, Cold, Emotionless and Unpredictable. A well settled businessman. He is also set for an arrange marriage after 3 years of continuous rritating insistence from his family. ROSHNI SHRIVAS She is kind, mature, introvert and Soft. She doesn't have a habit of speaking much. She finds a solace in baking. That's her place. She is set for an arrange marriage. Why? Because she doesn't have a choice. He is unbreakable, Emotionless and Cold; She is sweet, Soft and Silent. Both Holds a past. Dark and Painful. Both suffers wounds. Both are in suffering. Two individuals. Completely contrast and an Arrange Marriage. What can go wrong? A lot. Secrets Unravels, Truths disclosed, Past Resurfaced and What remained ahead was pain Fight and Suffering. All of it ends with two conclusion. Either Breaking or Healing. Because Love.... as much it conquers, It ruins. Is beautiful, but also dark, Can heal, but can also tear you Apart.

♕︎𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬♕︎

I think you should read the better version of this book named, "Shanvi: claimed by the Ranawats". This is not a story about cruelty. It is about who is allowed to commit it. 10th November #1 in rebel SHANVI RATHORE 17 A prodigy. Quiet brilliance. Untouched by blood-soaked ambition. She exists outside the Ranawats' world- and that is precisely why she disrupts it. Before the sons, there is the father. AVINASH RANAWAT. The Mafia King. A man who does not rule from the front, but from beneath-where laws are bent, witnesses vanish, and fear is traded like currency. Power does not challenge him; it negotiates. Soon, through Mahima, his future wife, his shadow will stretch even closer to Shanvi's life. Then comes the heirs. SHAURYA RANAWAT. The eldest. Chief Minister of Rajasthan. The face of authority, the voice of law, the illusion of order. What he signs becomes legal. What he ignores ceases to exist. HARSH RANAWAT. Corporate head. Owner of Ranawat Corporation. Schools, institutions, businesses-he decides what is taught, who is protected, and who is quietly erased from records. Only four brothers walk the school corridors. AVIRAJ. ASHER. RIHAAN. RUDRA. They don't need titles here. They are the system. The red card is their language. Inside the locker door, stuck upside down with intention- a red card. The air shifts. By the next period, desks move away. Conversations lower. Friends forget names. Teachers don't hesitate to ignore. Cruelty no longer hides; it is sanctioned. The student is attacked not by the Ranawats, they don't need to make their hands dirty they just have to allow- Aviraj watches, unreadable. Asher smiles like it's a game already 9won. Rihaan decides how far it will go. Rudra makes sure no one interferes. And then-Shanvi. Her locker is never marked. Her name is never whispered with warning. Because the Ranawats do not protect everyone. They protect what belongs to them.