Flirting King
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🌸 Sick Leave, Rishta & HR Trouble
Arranged Marriage x Workplace Romance | Emotional | Flirty | Family Drama
Description:
I faked a sick leave to skip work.
Just one day off - to meet a rishta.
No big deal.
Until I walked into the living room with a tea tray...
and saw my team lead sitting on the sofa.
The same senior developer I'd emailed the day before, claiming I had a fever.
He looked at me, sipped his tea, and said - loud enough for both families to hear:
"Aren't you supposed to be sick?"
I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.
But it only got worse.
We were sent to the terrace to "get to know each other."
He leaned back against the railing, arms folded, eyes smug.
"So... you don't wake up for morning stand-up meetings, but for a rishta, you're glowing by 10 AM?"
I glared. He grinned.
"Careful," he whispered, stepping closer. "I might just say yes... and hold this sick-leave secret forever."
My stomach flipped.
I hated him.
I wanted him to say more.
But just when I started to believe this might be something real -
his family spoke.
> "She's not fair enough."
"Too average."
"Not at his level - in looks, or career."
Now I'm stuck between a man who makes me blush and burn,
and a family who says I'm not enough.
And I don't know what scares me more -
losing my chance at love... or losing myself to fit in.
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A slow-burn arranged marriage romance full of tension, teasing, stolen glances, and one girl learning to fight for her worth - even when love gets complicated.
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SCENT OF FLAME
"Oh, you're using sir now? How polite of you. Did a fairy bite you overnight?" She didn't even blink. "No, but apparently I needed to remind myself how to behave in the presence of egotistical bosses." I smirked again. Fire. Always fire with this girl. "You call that a reminder? You stormed into my cabin like it's a wrestling ring." Her eyes blazed like I'd challenged her to a duel. "Because that's what this job feels like lately. Wrestling with my sanity." "Then maybe you should quit before you embarrass yourself." "Oh no, sir. Quitting is for the weak. I stay. I slay. And I collect pay." That caught me off guard. I let out a short laugh genuine, rare. "Is that a quote from your diary or from others' dairy?" She rolled her eyes but didn't budge. "You think this is funny? Humiliating me every second day? Whispering threats in an elevator like we're in some psychological thriller?" I stepped closer, voice dropping. "You think I care about you or what you think?" Silence. "You wore the other perfume today." "Oh, you noticed." "You have nothing to notice." The air shifted-tense, dense. Even my breath slowed. "Sorry, I didn't know your nose was on the board of directors." I stepped even closer, locking eyes with her. "Careful, Mannat. You're in my territory now." But she didn't even flinch. Just whispered with deadly precision "And you're in mine, every time you talk like that."
Sweetest Sin
She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........
Finding Love In An Arranged Marriage(Completed)✅
❤️ Completed ❤️ She brings two coffee mugs in her hands and sees that he is busy with his work, she does not want to disturb him in any way, so she immediately goes to the balcony by places the coffee mug in front of him. But a very beautiful and shy smile always appears on her face whenever he is in front of her. She is pressing her lips under her teeth to control her rapid heartbeat. Takes his eyes off his laptop, watches her walk towards the balcony, and immediately holds his coffee mug and enjoys its fragrance for a while, with a smile, and sips it a little bit. He always loves her presence around him and deliberately shows that he is not noticing her. A wide smile starts crafting on his lips after remembering her shy smile which always enhances her beauty when she sees him. ****************************** He is driving too fast and with a strong jerk, he stops his car on a deserted road because he knows she is very disturbed today. She looked outside and cried silently. Then he forcibly makes the girl sitting next to him sit on his lap but as soon as she is sitting on his lap she starts hitting on his chest with her soft and small palms. She is very angry with him and wants to show her anger just like this. He also knows that he has made a mistake and is ready for this punishment. But he immediately grabs her nape and crushes his lips with her soft petals. She feels shocked but starts moving her lips with him while having a lot of tears in her eyes. ********************************* A journey from fighting to sweet banters. In short, it's just arranged marriage that turns into a very sweet journey.Complete
Submissive 21+/18+
Part 1 SUBMISSIVE ( ARRANGED MARRIAGE) SMUT/18+/ADULT/MATURE "We are married, and I vow to give you my last name," he whispered in my ear as we sat in front of the holy fire. "And since a relationship should be 50-50, you should vow to scream my first name." He was the CEO of the largest business in the world, a billionaire, and undeniably hot. But he had a secret: he was broken. The world feared him because of the kind of monster he was. He hated everyone. Could a monster be human? She was the fragile, innocent, and sheltered daughter of another billionaire. She knew nothing about the harsh realities of the world, as her parents had always loved and protected her. She was like spring-joyful and beautiful inside and out. Could she handle a monster as a husband? In the stark, sterile confines of his corporate empire, he reigned supreme. A man of ice, his heart as cold as the steel towers that surrounded him. She, his assistant, was merely a cog in his machine, invisible to his disdainful gaze. At home, however, a different story unfolded. They were bound by a secret marriage, a union known only to them. Yet, even within the walls of their shared sanctuary, her worth seemed to elude him. Until his best friend arrived. A charming, charismatic man who instantly captivated her. The spark of a forbidden attraction ignited within her, a flame that threatened to consume the fragile peace of their carefully constructed lives. As his friend's advances grew bolder, a dormant jealousy awoke within him. He began to claim her as his own, a possessive force that both terrified and exhilarated her. Arranged Marriage ❤️ Dominant X Submissive 🌶 Spicy/ Smut/ BDSM 🥵 Boss X Assistant 🤌 Love to hate 💔 She fell first but he fell harder 😳
Marriage Series #1 - Just You and Me - Edited
"Arrange marriages! I can never have an arranged marriage." This is the first thought which comes to many girls or boys like me when we hear these two words. But what if your perception would change after reading this cute little story which happens to be my first ever fiction. The story is in the editing stage and I will mark the title 'edited' once I finish editing it. I must also inform you all that I might add or delete some sequences just to make the story better. I hope you like the new version just the way all liked the old one. Do not forget to leave your reviews to make it even better. No part of this book may be produced or transmitted in any form or by means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by Law. In brief, "I'll sue you if you dare to plagiarise my story." DISCLAIMER: The names, characters and incidents mentioned in the story are purely fictional. For authenticity, the Author has used some real places and institutions as they represent cultural icons of today and aid to storytelling. There is no intention to imply anything else. In brief, "The places and institutions I've used in this story are real, but that doesn't mean I am snooping around. I am an author and tend to write after a good research about the places and characters I am going to use." WARNING: Nope, this story bears R- rated prose and has some mature content. Though you can find some grammatical errors or typos. Any type of healthy criticism is welcome unless it's not demeaning. Happy reading...Complete
Bound By Vows (Completed) ✔️
#Mature Content in later chapters# A sharp pull by my wrist brought me back to the wall. I hold my breath for a moment. "what the hell" I cussed. "Shh, baby girl" he exclaimed. I cringed with the endearment he used. He brought his face near to my face. His breath is fanning all over my lips. It raised my heartbeat to a different level. It must be heard by him also. His smirked face saying it all. His eyes are gazing over my lips and he started closing the small gap we have between our lips to be mingled into one. Sensing his intentions I closed my eyes & moved my face to the left. He stopped right away & increase the gap between us which I really appreciate but the hold of his hand on my wrist is very tight. It started paining me slowly. "Now listen to me very carefully, we might be lawfully wedded husband & wife. But you are nothing to me. I have only married you because of my doll" he said rudely to me. I forcefully release my hand from his hulk like grip which resulted into breaking my bangles & a piece of glass cut into my hand. It hurt me like hell. There must be a big cut in my hand. Ignoring the pain in my hand. I showed my other hand finger towards him and said "even I was not interested in this marriage. I am kind of forced into this" Which I am not, my subconscious mocked me. But I wont give him that satisfaction. Although I was not forced but I had no other option than to accept this marriage. ______________________ To know more do read "Bound by Vows"😉 WARNING- This is the first draft and you will find mistakes but i will correct them when i get the time to edit it. ##I have removed the story from here and moved to another platform. If you want to read whole story, it is available on other platforms**** Link in my bioComplete
His Queen
"Do it." He said smirking, taunting me. "What?" "Do it, slap me.. chocolate." He was mocking me as if I can't do it. Is it a challenge? Cause I love challenges. "As you wish for your majesty." I smiled and slapped him hard. His face moved to the left side. He growled, seething in anger," next time you did something like this I will fuck you so hard that you will be unable to even lift your hands." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Rajvansh Singh Rathore• The name is enough to scare even an older person. He is the king of Udaipur and CEO of a multi billionaire Company founded by him. He is scary as the sea for others but his heart's depth can only be measured by the love he contains for his family. He is a control freak, rude , arrogant and a certified Narcissist. But even his control slips away when the essence of his boring life fills with the chocolate. Confused right..? Then you have to meet our Sunshine Aparna Sharma. As sweet as melody and have a attitude of a queen. She doesn't take anyone's shit and return it then with interest. Want to know her journey in becoming the queen of a king.... Then dive into this rom-com and be ready for some secrets and spice!! ___________________________________________ TRIGGERED WARNING ⚠️: LOT'S OF DRAMA AHEAD!!!!!Complete
You and Me | ✓
𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••Complete
Mohabbat Ki Kitaab (The Book Of Love)
"You visit your friend in my absence only... and only in my absence do your friends come here...why? What are you hiding? What's going on behind my back?" He shouted at me, making me feel scared and angry at the same time. "Nothing is happening behind your back...how can you think so negatively of me?" I shouted at him because by then, I was done with his doubts. "You were studying in a girls school then how and when did you meet that boy?" He asked and I smiled bitterly while wiping my tears. "I haven't seen any uncivilised man like you..." I yelled while crying and turned to go to the bedroom but his voice stopped me. "Yes...and you're taking advantage of my illiteracy and un civilization, you've broken my trust..." °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° In small villages like hers, young marriage was normal. In small villages like hers, arranged marriage to men aged twice as normal. In a small world like hers, love was unknown. Shama was an innocent 15-year-old with the background of a poor and unsettling family, living in a small village. Being from such a family who hardly got a three-time meal, she didn't has a choice but to take away part of the burden on her parent's shoulders and to fall onto another one. They say that some things happen for the betterment of the other. But is that ever going to be true? Shama just wanted to study and fulfil her husband's dream of her becoming a doctor, but she fell into the trap of love at first sight. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• A story revolving around A villager husband, an ambitious wife and a well-educated lover. Three people Three lives Three hearts And millions of dreams! But one heart will be broken for sure. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• No mature content. No Romance only reality! Blurb credits: @Samycrazynerd.Complete
Unsuitable Proposal
Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****Complete
"Oh, you're using sir now? How polite of you. Did a fairy bite you overnight?" She didn't even blink. "No, but apparently I needed to remind myself how to behave in the presence of egotistical bosses." I smirked again. Fire. Always fire with this girl. "You call that a reminder? You stormed into my cabin like it's a wrestling ring." Her eyes blazed like I'd challenged her to a duel. "Because that's what this job feels like lately. Wrestling with my sanity." "Then maybe you should quit before you embarrass yourself." "Oh no, sir. Quitting is for the weak. I stay. I slay. And I collect pay." That caught me off guard. I let out a short laugh genuine, rare. "Is that a quote from your diary or from others' dairy?" She rolled her eyes but didn't budge. "You think this is funny? Humiliating me every second day? Whispering threats in an elevator like we're in some psychological thriller?" I stepped closer, voice dropping. "You think I care about you or what you think?" Silence. "You wore the other perfume today." "Oh, you noticed." "You have nothing to notice." The air shifted-tense, dense. Even my breath slowed. "Sorry, I didn't know your nose was on the board of directors." I stepped even closer, locking eyes with her. "Careful, Mannat. You're in my territory now." But she didn't even flinch. Just whispered with deadly precision "And you're in mine, every time you talk like that."
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