Scooty Partner
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MatureOngoing1h 34m
Last published Sun, Sep 13, 2026
POV: You join an internship for college credits and accidentally get a scooty-riding menace as your favourite person.
Navya Sahani and Orian Awasthi have exactly three things in common:
They work together. They annoy each other. And neither of them knows when their constant bickering stopped being just that.
She's a professional overthinker. He's emotionally clueless.
She's a hyena. He's somehow always there to give her a ride.
What could possibly go wrong? Probably everything.
Because somewhere between internship chaos, endless arguments, and unexpected rides home, they slowly become the person the other can't stop looking for.
Read Scooty Partner to find out where their journey takes them, and how much chaos they manage to create along the way.
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"Dhvani!" he roared, the sound tearing through the air. His entire aura vibrated with something fierce, almost unhinged. His eyes locked onto mesharp, predatory like he had finally found what he refused to lose again. His chest rose and fell in hard, uneven breaths. He strode toward me in long, powerful steps until he stood right in front of me. Then he did the one thing I should have hated... "Tum sirf meri ho. Samjhi?" he said, voice low and possessive, before crushing his mouth against mine in front of everyone maybe i loved it. When he pulled back, his gaze burned into me, refusing to accept anything except surrender. I didn't speak. I simply nodded. And in that moment, he lifted me into his arms and carried me away as if I belonged to him, not just for now, but for eternity. Tropes: Grumpy (Sunshine) x sunshine Age gap 31x 26 Bussiness man x singer 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @talesbyp_
HIS RUTHLESS ALLIANCE
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Arranged to feel
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She believed in quiet faith. He lived in unwavering devotion. Bound by an arranged marriage, Anaya steps into a world where rituals speak louder than words-and her husband, Viraj, remains a mystery she cannot read. He doesn't express love. He doesn't ask for it either. But in the silence between them... in small, unspoken gestures... something begins to change. Is devotion enough to build love? Or will her heart remain unheard in a world ruled by faith
THE ARRANGEMENT WE NEVER MADE
Love written by fate or by there families ?
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
✰ 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐓×𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐉 ✰ A tale that began with protection only!! But soon collided with something... A man with a legacy and a hidden empire For months, he stayed in the shadows, ensuring nothing reached her. Then decided to marry her with her permission. Soon, the line drawn out of protection started to blur. She became the moment he forgot to blink. She became the center of his world. He realized protection was not enough; it never was. From there, Passion started - a raw, burning passion that knows no limits, no moral above her. ══════ ✰ 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑×𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 ✰ She is a slow-developing woman. And he was a man who had already decided never to marry anyone. Until he bought flowers from her. For her, he broke his rule and married her. Not out of duty. Not out of pressure. But as a responsibility. He surrendered it all-his expectations, his future, every unspoken dream Just to keep her safe, just to keep her with him. He has become everything she needs. ══════ Book 1 of SINGH FAMILY(standalone book) Soft romance-with gentle but passionate moments. Discretion is advised!! © All rights reserved !!
Aap aur main
"𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢... 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐚𝐪𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢." Pallavi Sharma and Vikram Rana were chosen for each other by their families-just like it had always been done. With the रिश्ता finalized, preparations began in full swing. Clothes were selected, invitations discussed, and conversations about a future they hadn't yet imagined filled the house. To everyone around them, they were strangers about to get married. And maybe... they believed that too. After marriage, Pallavi steps into the Rana household-a home full of people, responsibilities, and unspoken expectations. At the center of it all is Vikram Rana, the eldest son, a man who has always put his family before himself. He doesn't say much. He doesn't explain his struggles. But his silence carries more than words ever could. Pallavi watches, understands... and slowly begins to feel the weight he carries. In a relationship that started with formality, distance, and unfamiliarity, can she find a place beside him? Not just as his wife, but as someone who truly understands him? And when they finally realize that they always needed each other, will that moment become the beginning of something real?
"Dhvani!" he roared, the sound tearing through the air. His entire aura vibrated with something fierce, almost unhinged. His eyes locked onto mesharp, predatory like he had finally found what he refused to lose again. His chest rose and fell in hard, uneven breaths. He strode toward me in long, powerful steps until he stood right in front of me. Then he did the one thing I should have hated... "Tum sirf meri ho. Samjhi?" he said, voice low and possessive, before crushing his mouth against mine in front of everyone maybe i loved it. When he pulled back, his gaze burned into me, refusing to accept anything except surrender. I didn't speak. I simply nodded. And in that moment, he lifted me into his arms and carried me away as if I belonged to him, not just for now, but for eternity. Tropes: Grumpy (Sunshine) x sunshine Age gap 31x 26 Bussiness man x singer 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @talesbyp_
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