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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦! Jeet Khurana, a 28-year-old stoic-lone billionaire, popularly known as the diamond king amongst the Asian youth, gets hitched to Nitya Malhotra, a 24-year-old successful writer, who secretly loves him from a far. For her 'he' was the definition of love whereas for him, this emotion didn't existed. Amidst such chaos, will their love ever bloom for each other? Will Nitya ever get her complete love story? Or will it just end up being her one sided love? Tune in to witness the journey of Jeet and Nitya, where love is designed on the thorns with a hope that one day it will get its roses. NOTE : This is a work of pure fiction and it solely belongs to me. @copyrights reserved

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed. Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha

Aditya and Siya both stood in front of each other, unable to look at other,unspoken words scattered between. Her foot was shivering in terror. Can't understand what has happened with them. "Why are you saying this? I am married to you" Siya tongue shivering badly as the words escaped from her mouth,the first time she spoke to him, her gaze lowered on her red lehenga. "No. You are nothing to me, do you understand that?. I only obeyed my dear uncle's wish.You are still unknown to me and you will rest of your life" Aditya's eyes filled with tears , he was seeing his future scattered in front of his eyes. His emotions, his feelings, everything just escaped from his hands like sand. Siya gaze fixed over the ground, tears escaped from her eyes, but all she knew about this marriage was only to save her and her brother, not for relation. There is no love,no care even if they don't know their names. ✨🦋"What kind of marriage is this??" 🦋✨.......... Jump into the book and explore the whole book. Siya 🌷◕෴ ♡♡ Aditya 🌷◕෴ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ ♡⁠♡ 📒📒📒📒✯✯........ Don't judge the book in fewer chapters..... Perhaps you will enjoy the book once you read it more than the 10- 15 chapter .................｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡｡⁠◕◕⁠｡

"𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣?" A story in which a girl works at bofurin as thier medic/fighter. But the true question that most townspeople are concerned is whether that is a good environment for a girl to study/work in. "𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨..." The striking differences of the girl compared to the boys at bofurin were huge, how did a calm headed girl join a school filled with some hot tempered boys in protecting a town. However even if it isn't obvious, she has a hot tempered side to her as well. But she only lets it out if someone close to her is hurt or in danger. Does she have something she wants to fulfill? Or did she join for the thrill of it? [windbreaker x reader] written by: lululumine Rankings (Based on most impressive) #6 writer - 7/5/25 #7 ren - 11/9/24 #1 sou - 27/9/24

She hides behind her books and she hides behind her power. Neither ready for love, until... they find it living right across the hall. Between hidden identities and stolen glances, Karishma Singh and Haseena Malik are about to discover that sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones we write... but the ones we live. Troops→ • Age gap • Slow burn • Old school • Opposites attract • wlw This is not a dark romance. This book has everything I have never written before🥂

He was only going to drop his friend back to his house, not knowing what waited for him on the way. It was a normal evening for both of them, she simply took her younger brother out for a bicycle ride as she promised meanwhile he was simply following his routine of dropping off his friend. And as the universe planned itself and as if all of those earlier simple moments were woven by destiny itself, they met but she didn't even notice and yet he fell.

Everyone fights from the world to protect and get their love, but in this story, the villain of their love will be themselves. They'll have to fight with their own demons to conquer their love. To get their happily ever after, they will need to trust again to let someone enter the walls of their heart again. Will they be able to give it a chance? Will they be able to conquer their love over their past? Will they ever be able to fight themselves for themselves? The two are broken hearts arranged by their family to heal each other. The ending was not supposed to be the one the author has decided to give them, but no one deserves the ending the author has decided for them.

"𝙀𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙝𝙖𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞" Anika Mirza - the only daughter of the Mirza family, spoiled in comfort and luxury yet lost in her own dreamy chaos. By day, she's the confident girl who does what she wants, unapologetically herself. But by night, she hides behind a pen name, spinning stories of love she secretly longs to live - the kind that exists only in her books. Between chasing fantasies and avoiding reality, she's constantly at war with one person: Aarush, her infuriating shadow, her lifelong rival, and the one who somehow always manages to get under her skin. Little does she know, the story she's been writing might just start with him. ... "𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞" Aarush Siddique - the youngest son of the powerful Siddique family, charming, reckless, and far too carefree for someone with a past full of untold stories. Beneath the teasing smirk and playful banter lies a man who's seen more than he lets on. He lives for thrill - the roar of engines, late-night races, and the satisfaction of getting on Anika Mirza's nerves. What she calls irritation, he calls connection - because annoying her is the only way he knows to keep her close. The world sees him as the next CEO in line, but for Aarush, his real chase has always been her.

ခြူးဘ၀ကို ၀ဿန်အပိုင်လိုချင်တယ် ၀ဿန့်အချစ်က၀တ္ထုတစ်ပုဒ်ဖြစ်ခဲ့လျှင်သိပ်ကိုကဗျာဆန်ပြီးကြေကွဲစရာကောင်းနေမှာအမှန်

Adon de Chavez is still searching for his niche after finishing his bachelor's degree when his brother asks him to build a writing website for his friend. To Adon, it looks like nothing more than a six‑digit income opportunity, until he meets Magindara So, a best‑selling author of erotic romance novels-books he swears he would never dare to read. But to create a brand and website worthy of her name, Adon forces himself to dive into her work. What begins as a simple task soon unravels into something darker-the hidden story his client can't announce to the world.

Last year was a chaotic blur of transatlantic flights, forced kisses, and realizing home isn't a place, it's a person with a very smug smirk. I'd traded my rainy London mornings for California sun and a a place at the marketing agency here. This year, I'm marrying the boy I once couldn't stand, and between balancing our careers and the absolute nightmare of guest lists, I have a feeling the real chaos is only just beginning. My chapter in LA was just starting.

📖 STORY DESCRIPTION She writes love stories under pen names, hides behind words, and guards her privacy like a shield. A 27-year-old bold Punjabi writer, loud in laughter, sharp in anger, and fearless in life - she never believed marriage was meant for her. Not until family pressure, a fragile father's health, and a little Punjabi drama pushed her into a wedding she never wanted. He is 29, rich, successful, and emotionally distant. Indian by blood, American by life. A businessman who doesn't believe in love, barely speaks Hindi, and agreed to marriage only to keep his uncle and aunty happy. Two strangers. One forced marriage. On their wedding night, when he coldly says, "I don't consider you my wife." She shocks him with a laugh and replies, "Relax. Whether you accept me or not, I don't care. Now help me take off this lehenga - I'm exhausted." No tears. No expectations. No love. What starts as a compromise slowly turns into companionship, laughter, arguments, and moments neither of them planned. As her loud Punjabi soul crashes into his silent American world, he begins to see the strength behind her jokes - and she starts to see the broken boy behind his calm eyes. But what happens when he discovers that the woman he married unwillingly... is the writer whose stories he secretly admires? A story of forced vows, slow love, healing hearts, and a bold Punjabi woman who never begged for love - but earned it effortlessly. ✨ Enemies to lovers ✨ Forced marriage ✨ Strong female lead ✨ NRI × Punjabi girl

📕: STAY WHERE HEARTS BEGIN Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, and places are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not copy, redistribute, or reproduce any part of this book without the author's permission. 💌 Support the story! Make sure to vote, comment, and share your thoughts-don't be a silent reader, your feedback keeps the story alive. Tropes you'll find inside: Slow burn + delicious tension, Crush to lovers ,Realistic, heart-touching love ,Soft romance ,Cousin's brother best friend, Soft love Desi romance, Agegap. pastrauma, misunderstanding, spicytwist ~Radhe Radhe🌺 @_aysel

Hello, writers and readers of all genres! Welcome to The Multiversal Book Club, where every genre is a universe and every book is world to be explored.

If you are looking for a place to deposit ideas or trying to find wonderful ideas for your next story: Well, you have come to the right place. Think of this as a collective workshop where authors interact with others, post new ideas, or get their inspiration. We aim to bring Percy Jackson fanfics to a higher and better level. #2 in Workshop (2/15/25)

The Main female Charector who is Divya Sharma is a journalist and used to visit various places in search of work and news... She was a open minded, soft hearted girl who never had any secrets in her life as she was very friendly but she had a lots of toxic people in her life.. She was unable to fight with them because she was very shy and introvert The Main Male Character who is Rakshit Mukherjee is a famous politician and he also used to visit various places for his work.. He was hard hearted person...He pretended to be very stiff and emotionless person but he struggling a lot.. He was in need to someone to be very close to him and understand him.. How will there love story will look like?! Will they have a successful love story?! Will society accept them?!

This story follows a young 16- year old Covey girl from district 12 during the 29th Hunger Games. It is written in 1st person through the eyes and narration of Octavia Ebony. Full credit to Suzanne Collins for the creation of The Hunger Games I do not claim anything except for characters I have created

Tanishka moved to Mumbai for music, bigger stages, and dreams that felt too large for one city to hold. What she didn't move for was a ridiculously annoying neighbor with messy hair, a shameless smirk, and a talent for appearing exactly where she didn't want him.Yaa,that was one and only Nehal Wadhera! One spilled coffee. One shared wall. A hundred arguments. Between midnight elevator rides, loud Punjabi songs, accidental almost-moments, stadium lights and a world that watches their every move, lines begin to blur. Because somewhere between "I can't stand him" and "why is he suddenly everywhere?", things start changing. Maybe some people don't enter your life with violins and fireworks. Maybe they enter with coffee stains and chaos. And maybe that's even more dangerous. A story where a singer who loves peace collides with a cricketer who practically carries chaos in his pocket.

This is a nonfiction story of you could possibly say "Journal" of Rin HAIZAKI, a Japanese novelist who has been writing novels for over 30 years in Japanese, and decided to write in English - their second language - on May 4th. "Malmelly" is the name of their original Sci-fi world which they have been building up for their novels; for trails, practices, challenges, and someday long complicated novels. They thought it'd be easier to build up the one world instead of thinking over settings and everything every single time when they give a try to write in English. Well, no more explanation, Imma be honest. I set this one as "Autobiography" though, I mean to focus on my journey of struggles to write novels in my second language, how it's tough, interesting, eye-opning, and exciting. (and tough) At Last, as I added in the title, this one is NOT corrected by English natives. So there must be TONS of mistakes. So if you feel like it, feel free to correct me. I'm all ears (and sobbing). Thanks a lot for reading this. Enjoy it and I'd be happy to hear from you!