••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

The world tells us lies which makes us believe that everything in your life would be perfect, your family, friends, everything. That no matter what everything would be fine....That's just not the truth. Reality of the perfect life doesn't exists. The real world is a terrifying place, and some lives for people are a living nightmare. Sadly, my life was chosen that fate. My strongest weapon was positivity and kindness, being told that in the end kindness and a pure hearted person will be Valued to others and will receive kindness back.....But how long until I break down? Throughout my life I have experienced what it truly means to me excluded, what it truly means to be treated poorly with damaging words and thoughts, what its like to be terrified at night with a fear you were ready to face, what Its like experiencing your memories shattered....and what it's truly like to experience pain. I'm Caramel Hassibor, and this is my story......

|| DESI BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE|| ●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○● I always thought I was living a perfect life because I had everything one could dream about, be it family, friends, money, fame. I was working as a COO, everything was perfect until...I realised her existence and started feeling as if I was lacking the most precious someone. She came into my life making up for all the lost time. She came to me with her unforgettable memories and their consequence which she has always considered her burden. "She is my prayer." ●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•● People assume that if you are wealthy then you have near to no problems in your life but thats what it is, an assumption. I had a past about which I did not talk to anybody, neither my family nor my friends. I always kept it deep inside my heart. I thought I have overcome my trauma but I didn't realized that my scars were never healed but suddenly he came with his emollient presence and lethal eyes and healed all my scars. "Before him was good but with him was like paradise." Thank you for reading, have a great day 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒♫₊˚.🎧 ✩｡📖 (All the photos used in this story belong to their respected owner)

The story is complete. If you are searching for something which is not just romance, but emotions and a lot of drama, this is the right book for you. I'm attempting to write something unconventional, exploring not just the love life of these characters, but their history, their family and their bond together. ***** He took a seat by the kitchen counter. With the cream coloured shirt on, he looked so much like, like he belonged here. Like, he was all, mine. I could stand by the kitchen counter and stare at him forever. How cute and innocent he looks. How can I not be selfish when it comes to such a lovely balloon of happiness. How can I let him go for Tara? I can't. I simply can't. I served the dinner on two plates and we sat down eating. Every now and then, I kept looking at Abhaas. He's as much a friend to Tara as he's to me, maybe a little more than a friend to me but he's also a friend who wishes to help her. I'm being the low, loathsome nasty human being that is keeping him all to myself while he can go out to help her. How selfish am I? He's this precious jewel that I'm keeping captive. He's the golden bird in the cage of my friendship. I have no right to take away his right to fly. He should go out, see more trees, play with more flowers, maybe soar high in the sky to reach the stars, his star, his Tara. Sunshine is something he doesn't need, he doesn't need Ahana. He needs, night... darkness. Darkness that illuminates numerous stars that are awaiting his presence. A faint voice fell on my ears as Abhaas side hugged me. It's late, he's going back home. He left the house, the house of first ray of sunshine, to welcome the night, the darkness, the absence of sunlight. Do read my book Forever: The cream sweater

Have you ever had that moment, when you thought life was normal? You and your family were happy but in the next moment. It turns into Hell! That's how my day went when my family died in front of me. We were on our ship and I had played a prank on one of the crew members. My father disciplined me, and I was stuck in my room. The next moment, our ship was stuck in the middle of a sea storm. The ship was heading straight into a sea of rocks, and the mast was on fire. My father, yelled, "Get off the ship! Clara, Run!" That's what I did. But now I am stuck on this land, mystery coursing through it. I was stuck, and I had no one to help me. I was now on my own. An 18-year-old girl, named Clara. Was now stuck. Until I found him, and I don't how but I did. He saved me from these creatures. And now we are stuck on this island together. We both have to some how to survive all of these things on this island. He is the Man in the Wilderness!

From me when turns to us when 🩶 Seeing him unmoved, I add, "You better move your ass from here before my man shows up or before i get more irritated by your presence and register the bullet in your skull." With that, he removes his helmet, revealing himself to be Sanath. I've heard about him riding bikes but never seen it before. He proudly smirks and remarks, "My man, I like that, my little tigeress ," teasingly. There goes my feminine power to grave,the irritation turns into heat, rushing to my cheeks. Who says that at gunpoint? Lowering my gun and trying to control my blush, I extend my arm for the extra helmet, saying, "I didn't know you rode bikes during the day too." Usually, when he's feels down, he rides at night to avoid paparazzi attention. *************************************************** What happens when you thought it was one side but turns to be double sided... Ranjini or Jini ... 20 years, Plays violin as passion Overthinker Rude for rude people, soft to family and friends and to a particular person his name does start with S Sanath or Sanu.... 24 years old , Piano expert, ceo of SH entertainment Teases her kiddo so she gets irritated and speaks to him Has been her's from the day she was born. Join their journey to know them better....

In the quiet corners of my heart, I kept a secret garden-a fragile bloom of love that I tended with care. It was for someone who never truly belonged there. His touch was like frost on petals, beautiful yet cold. His words, sweet as honey, dripped with deception. I loved him with a fervour that blinded me to the truth sometimes love is a cruel mirage. But as the seasons changed, so did my perception, revealing the fault lines of our mismatched souls. He was the wrong puzzle piece, forcing himself into spaces where he didn't fit. And I, foolishly, tried to mould myself to his edges. The pain of loving the wrong person is a silent ache-an ache that gnaws at your spirit, eroding the very essence of who you are. It's the realisation that you've been watering a barren tree, hoping for blossoms that will never come. Yet, I clung to him, desperate for validation, afraid of the void that would follow if I let go. But life has a way of surprising us. In the quiet aftermath of heartbreak, when tears blurred my vision, I stumbled upon a different kind of love. It wasn't loud or tempestuous; it was a gentle whisper-a warm breeze that carried away the debris of shattered dreams. 𝓓𝓮𝓿 appeared like a sunrise after a storm, illuminating the corners of my wounded heart. He was the right puzzle piece missing half of my soul. His laughter was a melody that resonated with mine, and his touch ignited constellations within me. We built a love that didn't need mending, for it was whole from the start. In his arms, I found solace, and in his eyes, I glimpsed eternity. The pain of loving the wrong person prepared me for the miracle of finding the right one. It taught me that scars can heal, and broken hearts can bloom anew. Now, as I stand on the threshold of forever, hand in hand with the one who fits seamlessly into my existence, I honour the past wrong turns, the tears, and the silent battles. For they led me to this love that feels like coming home.

"Why are you having my painting in your room?" I asked shifting my gaze a little from the beautiful painting of me, towards him who was standing behind me with his hands in his pockets before looking back at the sketch. I could feel his breath on my neck as he was standing closer to me. "Because, I didn't want to feel alone and you, keep me sane." He husked in my ear making goosebumps erupt on my skin. I turned a little and looked up at him craning my neck, to look at him who was already looking at me with so much of love and adoration as if I was the only one in this world. "When did you draw this?" I asked in a low voice taking a step back while he stepped forward. My back hit the table and he placed his hands on both sides of the table caging me in between. His eyes bored into mine making my breath hitch. "Seven years back," He replied dropping his head on my shoulder and turning sideways snuggling into my neck. His one hand reached my nape pulling me closer to him. "That was the first time I saw you," He said huskily kissing my neck and my cheeks turned hot while knots formed in my stomach. This is another secret of Arnav, but the sweetest of all till now. ***************************************************************************************** His life was filled with darkness and hers was not better. His friends became his family as he never got the love of his family after his parents died, while her family became her friends as she never had friends. But still, they felt incomplete. He wanted someone to call his family, while she craved someone to share everything that she couldn't share with anyone, including her family. He was not any prince, but the mafia king, and the CEO of his empire, the Rajvanshi Group of companies while she was a mere middle-class girl with lots of dreams and a pure heart. His world changed when his eyes fell on her but she was unaware of his existence until he decided to show up and change her life once and forever.

"It's not easy to believe in love at first sight until that special person comes along and steals your heart. Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle." Anika's pov : "Ok then your dare is to go that person who is standing there talking on his phone and ask his phone number and wait! After taking his phone number, u need to thank him with a rose flower. " Om gave me the dare while Gauri was smiling. It's simple ok I'll do it, I glanced at that person who was back facing me. I just took the Rose that was placed on the our table and walked over to him. "Excuse me!" I tapped on his shoulder making him turn around and that's it I just lost myself in his blue grey orbs, he is handsome really very handsome, his hypnotizing eyes had a magic spell on me then his finely shaped jaw line with some good amount of stubble. His three-piece suit was literally making him more mesmerizing, he is looking like a Greek god. He is the first person who I was literally drooling and I think he is gonna be my first crush too. God!! I am snapped out of my thoughts when the person standing in front of me cleared his throat, I closed my eyes to take a deep breath and then I opened my eyes to see that Mr. Handsome was looking at me, I smiled at me. This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected--in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.