Wired Hearts
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Last published Fri, Nov 7, 2025
She thought he was just another name on the stage - another powerful man in a black suit, untouchable and far from her world.
But when a bouquet of red roses and a sealed envelope marked AK appeared on her café counter, everything changed.
Diya Nair, a 20-year-old engineering student working part-time at a Greek café, never believed in chance meetings or destiny.
Until Aarav Khanna, a 30-year-old tech tycoon with a gaze that could silence a room, left her with nothing but a wax-sealed card and a feeling she couldn't explain.
It wasn't love at first sight - it was recognition.
Like her soul had been waiting for his signal.
Some stories don't start with words - they start with a seal, a rose, and a look that feels like déjà vu.
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"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzzComplete
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His presence was a command, his gaze a challenge. He took what he wanted, and he didn't apologize for it. He built his empire on ruthlessness, on decisions made without a single flicker of compassion. The word "love" was a foreign concept to him, a vulnerability he had long ago purged from his system. He had never met anyone who could make him question his own power, let alone someone he would sacrifice for. For him, the world was a resource to be exploited, not a place to be protected for someone else's sake. She was defined by her innocence and her childlike wonder. She saw the world not as it was, but as it could be-a place of endless fun and kindness. Her laughter was contagious, her spirit a whirlwind of energy. She approached every person and situation with an honest, open heart, completely unaware of the complexities and cruelties of the adult world. She was a breath of fresh air, a pure soul who had never been cynical, never been hurt, and never lost her childlike joy. Their love story began not with grand gestures, but with the subtle shift in two hearts-one that had never loved, and one that was just learning what it felt like to be loved so completely.
I Don't Like The World, I Only Like You
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Ishq: A Never Ending Love story
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Heartfully Entangled
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓. 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 - 𝑰 Arun, a 26-year-old orphaned man is a kind of person no one would want in their life - Loveless and Reckless. His days are spent in teaching guitar classes and nights are lost in bars, porn videos and fleeting encounters with sex workers. Love? He doesn't believe in love. Diya, a 18-year-old young woman is a kind of person everyone would love to have in their life - Full of love. Her life revolves around her lovely family, friends and her psychology classes. Love? Love is divine for her. She dreams of having a divine love like Shiv-Parvathi. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did. On a fateful evening, Arun kisses Diya in intoxication, misunderstanding her as a sex worker, which changes both of their lives in the ways they never wanted. Forever.
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Shiddat
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"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz
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