LOVE TO HATE ME

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I didn't realise the weight of the word ' Hate ' until I met him, my late sister's husband who ought to hate me till his last breath.All Rights Reserved

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𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ❝𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏❞ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒗 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 He is not heartless, he just learn to use his heart less. He is not someone who cares about family or siblings. His posture screams calm but not his thoughts,he wasn't the typical devil type person but he can be one if someone messes with him and he demand respect even if the person is his own family members. 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒚𝒆𝒓 They called her emotionless, but they weren't aware how deep their words have cut through her heart until she chooses not to show it anymore. She is not the typical bubbly or sunshine person, she is just a ordinary girl who wants to end her day without involving in any dramas. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ What happens when two different city people met? Sparks flew and love bloom right? But not in their story when it was unexpected and forced marriage. Peek into the story to know more about them.

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"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TARA ROY: Tara was 21, all quiet resilience and hidden softness she refused to let the world touch. When her father died, he left behind 25 lakh in debt and a one-week deadline that felt like a ticking bomb beneath her feet. REHAN SINGHANIA: Rehan Singhania was 29, controlled, calculated and dangerously composed. A CEO who built his empire on precision, not chance. He doesn't move without strategy. He doesn't believe in coincidences. And he never reaches for something he doesn't intend to keep. --- When he offers her marriage in exchange for clearing her debt, it sounds simple. A contract. A solution. An escape. But nothing about Rehan is ever simple. He looks at her like she's already chosen. Protects her like she already belongs to him. Wants her with an intensity that feels less like impulse... and more like inevitability. So was it really fate that brought him to her at her lowest? Or was Tara never drowning at all- just stepping exactly where he'd been waiting all along?

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Forced into a marriage she never wanted. Claimed by the man she fears the most. Loved by the one she swore to hate. This is not a sweet love story. This is obsession. This is dark romance.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

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unexpect the unexpected at the unexpected moment. confusing right... yeah it was confusing and unexpected for her too

He hated her. Not the I-don't-like-you kind of hate. No. He hates her with every fibre of his being. Her mere presence set him off. He hates her know it all smile and the way she brushes her hair out of her face when she is upset. The way she played with her hands when she's nervous or made snarky remarks whenever he walked into a room. He hates her with every fibre of his being. She hated him. With every fibre of her being. With his sarcastic comments and devilish grin. She hated the way he never would address her politely, or at all for that matter. He was rude and annoying and she hated it all. Everything about him. She couldn't stand it. But then again, there's a very thin line between hate and love... - Dark romance - Enemies to lovers - Arranged marriage. - Forced proximity. - Revenge.

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She couldn't stop talking. From the moment she stepped onto the plane, words tumbled out of her. And he? He thought she was impossible, loud, and... well, secretly kind of cute. But she hated him already, convinced he looked at her like she was the world's biggest nuisance. Fate isn't done with them yet. Bound together in ways they never asked for, their hatred might just turn into something they can't resist...love.

Obsessive. Addictive. Love. 🔱 When you meet someone, they leave an imprint an echo that never fades. He was a pilot wealthy, wild, and free. She was a girl of grace responsible, grounded, and real. He saw her once, and that was all it took love at first sight. For her, it was the first of everything. But when love turns into obsession... when passion sharpens into a thorn... the one who built her world becomes the one to burn in its ashes. He was crazy about her, and now, she can't shake off his madness that lives inside her veins. She was his love but he became her addiction. And now... it's all dark. "You'll come begging to me," he said, "and I swear, I won't even look at you." ⚠️🔞 A tale of love, hate, revenge, and redemption join the journey of two souls too entangled to escape. 🔞🔞 Meet Ansuya and Tyag. ©️ 2020-2021

He loves her and could set the entire world on fire for her She loves him and she could cross any line for him Everyone knows that including them but there is something or someone that is like a hindrance between their love story and that is they themselves... YES..... They are the villains in their own love story

(Poor Grammar) They hated each other from first sight. But unexpectedly the Destiny tied them for... Forever??

In a world where money commanded loyalty and power dictated fate, choice was a luxury neither Alexander Morelli nor Eleanor Harrison had ever truly been granted. Their fathers, titans of industry, had built empires out of steel, concrete, and ruthlessness. Rivals for decades, they finally found common ground in a deal that promised more than profits - it promised legacy. The terms were simple. To merge two dynasties into one unstoppable force, their children would unite in marriage. Alexander saw the arrangement as a cage, one lined with gold but still a prison. Eleanor Harrison was, to him, a pampered princess - entitled, arrogant, and infuriatingly stubborn. She had grown up in the spotlight, untouchable and polished, the very image of privilege. Eleanor, in turn, loathed everything about Alexander Morelli. He was a narcissist with too much charm for his own good, a man who wielded his smile like a weapon and collected women as carelessly as others collected fine wine. To bind herself to him was unthinkable, a punishment dressed as partnership. Yet neither of them could refuse. Not without shattering everything their families had built. Not without declaring war. So, under the weight of obligation and power, they were forced together - not by love, not by choice, but by empire. And as the walls of their shared home closed in, hatred burned hot between them. Sharp words. Silent standoffs. Clashing wills. But hatred has a dangerous way of blurring into something else. Something neither of them expected. Something that might ruin them... or save them.

⋆⭒˚.⋆𝐀𝐝𝐚 𓍼𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲⋆⭒˚.⋆ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ The suitcase stood between them like a verdict. Ranvijay didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to. The distance in his eyes said everything words would have ruined. "You need to leave," he said. Ada waited for the sentence to soften. For a reason. For a lie she could cling to. Nothing came. She nodded once, slowly - the way people do when they realise the fight ended long before they showed up to it. She picked up the suitcase. It was lighter than she expected. Funny how quickly a place could stop being yours. Ranvijay turned away as she reached the door. That hurt more than if he'd watched. Ada paused. Not because she hoped he'd stop her - but because endings deserved to be faced. She looked at him one last time. Her voice didn't shake. "I'll go," she said quietly. "But remember this - the day you decided I was easy to lose... was the day you lost the only person who would have burned the whole world just to stay." The silence after her words was unbearable. Even the house seemed to wait, as if it understood what was being unmade. Ada adjusted her grip on the suitcase, then added - softer, almost tender: "ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ," ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ." She wiped her last tear which had fallen and stepped out. The door closed. And for the first time, Ranvijay felt it - not relief, not grief - but the quiet certainty that whatever walked away tonight would never come back the same. ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

The wedding was nothing more than a battlefield dressed in gold. She wore the silk he chose, stood beneath the vows she didn't mean, and let the cameras capture a story that wasn't hers. Beside her stood the man she had sworn to hate-the rival who had stolen victories, the enemy who now carried her name on his tongue as if it was already his to own. His hand closed over hers, steady and unyielding, the perfect mask for the crowd. But beneath that grip was a challenge, a warning, a fire. She should have pulled away. She didn't. Because hatred was simple. Hatred she understood. But the pulse that quickened under his gaze, the shiver that betrayed her when he leaned close-that was the real danger. This marriage wasn't love. It wasn't peace. It was war wrapped in silk. (Aditya X Nikhat) They were friends once-laughing at inside jokes, sharing secrets only they understood. She trusted him. He trusted her. Then came the arrangement. Fake dating, they called it-a harmless lie to fool everyone else. But pretending brought them too close, stirred emotions neither were ready to admit. And when it ended, it ended hard. Pretend partners became strangers overnight. The laughter disappeared. The trust vanished. Time didn't heal it. It sharpened it. They became rivals, measuring each other in every glance, every word, every challenge. And yet, beneath the tension, beneath the rivalry, something familiar lingered... something dangerous. Because some bonds, even when broken, refuse to stay dead. (Vihaan X Naira) Tropes: Billionaire romance Rivalry Forced marriage Marriage of convenience Second chance Age gap Enemies to lovers Fake dating to lovers Suspense thriller

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𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ❝𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏❞ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒗 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 He is not heartless, he just learn to use his heart less. He is not someone who cares about family or siblings. His posture screams calm but not his thoughts,he wasn't the typical devil type person but he can be one if someone messes with him and he demand respect even if the person is his own family members. 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒚𝒆𝒓 They called her emotionless, but they weren't aware how deep their words have cut through her heart until she chooses not to show it anymore. She is not the typical bubbly or sunshine person, she is just a ordinary girl who wants to end her day without involving in any dramas. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ What happens when two different city people met? Sparks flew and love bloom right? But not in their story when it was unexpected and forced marriage. Peek into the story to know more about them.

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