Slowburnromance Stories

Behind the grand doors of the Rajvanshi mansion lies more than wealth and power - it holds unbreakable bonds, fierce protection, and love stories written by destiny. The Rajvanshis are known for their dominance in the business world, but inside their home, they are brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters who would burn the world to ashes for the ones they love. When love enters their lives in unexpected ways, each couple must face misunderstandings, past scars, and outside enemies. But one thing remains constant - no one stands alone in a Rajvanshi. Because once you become a Rajvanshi, you are protected... forever.

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

Manju has never believed in being chosen. She has learned to take up little space, to exist quietly, to be grateful for what doesn't ask too much of her. Her body, her presence-she has made peace with them in her own way. Then there is Raghav. Always respectful. Always distant. Always looking when he thinks she isn't aware. She doesn't know when his glances began to matter. Only that they do. And that the space between them feels filled with something fragile, something terrifying, something that might be love.

"Oii Newton! I know you're there!" Not again. "Oii Ambujam! Oii Ambujanayaki Parameshwari!" Ugh. What now? Kathir's voice -loud, and aimed straight at my last nerve. I stood up reluctantly. There he was, perched on his terrace with one eyebrow raised, arms folded, ready to ruin my peace. I leaned over the parapet wall and stared down at him. "It's Ilakkiya! How many times do I have to tell you?" "You'll always be Ambujam to me." Full smirk. "Oh really?" I shot back. "Then Ambujam is going to the protest-with or without your royal permission." His face shifted. The mischief drained. "If you go..." he said slowly, "I won't talk to you again. Decide now. It's either me or that stupid Vedhagiri." I blinked. Then laughed. "That's easy. Vedhagiri." "That stupid old hill is more important than me? Your maama?" He threw his hands up. "Unbelievable! I curse the neutrinos of this entire universe. They've ruined my love story." "Your love story?" I grinned. "That failed one? Don't blame neutrinos for your hopeless flirting." I leaned in. "Scared I'll become a better hero than you?" "Don't turn this into a joke, Ilakkiya." His voice dropped, all playfulness gone. "Something's going to go wrong. I can feel it. And I... I won't be able to watch that happen to you." I stilled. "Oh? So this is about you watching? Many will be there-including your friends. Why stop just me?" He opened his mouth, then shut it. A silent war waged behind his eyes. Finally, he exhaled. "When the neutrinos fall in love," he said, softer now, "you'll understand." Then he turned and walked away. Neutrinos... fall in love? Has he gone completely mad? Or does he know something he's not telling me? *** Heads up, guys! I let myself go a little wild with this one-on purpose! This isn't like my previous stories. I so wanted to write one senseless smutty story, so here it is. I hope you laugh, blush, swoon, and enjoy it! ( Warning: Cousin romance trope! )

She turned, one last glance to see if Emma had noticed her absence-and slammed into something solid. Heat. Muscle. A heartbeat that wasn't hers. Her breath snagged. Strong hands caught her waist before gravity could claim her. Rougher than expected. Certain in their possession. Sandalwood. Something darker, earthier, curling around her like danger. Her eyes lifted. Steel-gray. Ethan Blackwood. Cold, precise, yet flecks of silver sparked like lightning. One rebellious strand of black hair fell against his temple, defying the order he demanded of everything. Their breaths mingled. Too close. Too charged. "I-I'm sorry..." Scarlett stammered. "Watch your way," he murmured, velvet dragged across steel. His grip lingered just long enough to brand her skin. "How did you get in here?" he asked, voice slicing through the haze. "I-I have an invitation." Her chin lifted. His gaze flicked-mouth, eyes, mouth-before returning to hers. "From where-the recycling bin?" Scarlett laughed sharp, incredulous. "Oh, I see. That's how you got in." A flicker of something-surprise? Admiration?-crossed him, gone as fast as it came. "No one speaks to me like that." "Maybe that's the problem," she countered, stepping closer. "Everything has a first time." He leaned in, dangerously close, voice dropping. "Careful." "Better you be the one," she whispered, daring, fire sparking between them. ** Scarlett: strong-willed, fiery, witty Ethan: commanding, controlled, yet hinting at hidden cracks When Scarlett Landon signs a contract that binds her to the cold, controlling billionaire Ethan Blackwood, she thinks it's just business. But behind the ruthless CEO mask lies a man battling his own demons-and soon, their fake marriage turns into something dangerously real. Two hearts. One contract. A thousand tangled emotions.

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥: 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.𐙚⋆.˚ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 #𝟏 𝒐𝒇 ╰┈➤"𝐃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𐓣𝗒 𝐒𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌"ᥫ᭡. (ɴᴇᴡ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ) India's hottest and most handsome businessman, 𝐌𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐔𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐡- the nation's ultimate heartthrob - has been missing for two years. No one knows where he disappeared... and no one knows why. Until one night- he suddenly collapses in front of her car. A girl who doesn't even know his name. A girl who has no idea that the man lying in front of her was once the most powerful businessman in the country, now 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. Circumstances force her to start living with him. Two strangers... suddenly sharing the same roof. Slowly, his presence begins to change her life in ways she never expected. But fate takes an unexpected turn when she has to marry him to save his life. And just when everything finally begins to feel right... Mudassir becomes stable again. But along with his stability comes a cruel twist. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝... 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭...

Velora Academy was meant to unite the realm. Light and shadow. Magic and legacy. But beneath its towers, something older is waking. And she was never meant to survive it. Isabella Thornevale arrives at the academy with fading power and too many watching eyes. They whisper about her. Doubt her. But something inside her is changing. And the one person who's never looked twice at anyone, is now the only one looking at her like he sees everything. In a school full of secrets, trials, and divided loyalties, she'll have to choose: obey the light... or listen to the dark. He was made of shadow. She was born in light. Together, they might just rewrite fate.

Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabbarwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest-responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments-- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer... and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.

America was supposed to film a movie. Just a simple job overseas. One fake passport, one private jet, and one sketchy "deal" later... he's in Russia. In a mansion. Surrounded by guards. With his wings puffed and his pride shrinking by the minute. And then he shows up. Eight feet tall. Red eyes. Bear ears. Scarred hands. Russia. A real-life mafia boss with claws, a soft voice, and a terrifying habit of calling America "shiny." Now America's stuck in a house with a cold-blooded crime lord who keeps mistaking him for a girl, a translator who might be enabling him, and a family that drinks vodka like it's holy water. And worst of all? He's kind of into it. A chaotic supernatural rom-com where the bird-shaped actor might be in over his head-and the mafia boss might just want to keep him.

"Pls...please Singh Sahab Listen me" I said my voice is barely coming out of my throat because the scene infront of me is something I can't imagine. "You should have listen me janeman" I gripped her chin, pulling her face very close to mine. I whispered in her ear "You. Are. Mine" With that I pressed my lips with her. ********************************************************* This is the story of a brothel dancer 'Kashvi' and A most feared buisnessman and Soon to be politician 'Ansh Singh Rajpoot'. He is darkness and now she is caged in that darkness. He is mystery which no one can ever solve. Will kashvi solve it or not?

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

I didn't plan on falling in love with Harry Styles. I planned on surviving. Behind a bar, my life makes sense. Drinks in, drinks out. Keep moving. Don't get too close to anyone who might leave. Harry ruins that system the moment he walks in. He's patient in a way that's dangerous. Gentle in a way that makes it hard to keep my distance. He doesn't try to fix me, doesn't ask me to explain the parts of my life I'd rather keep buried. He just... stays. What starts as late-night conversations and quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Something steady. Something terrifying. Something that might actually be love. And when you've spent your entire life learning how to do everything alone, letting someone stay might be the hardest thing of all. UPDATES 9 AM & 9PM EST DAILY!!!! #1 in harrystyles

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎𝙀: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Apne aap nu ki samajhde ne? Neta ne taan har thaan apni hi chalaunge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot naal, karlo aap vi," I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Main yaha soungi. Hatiye." "Hata kar dikhaiye," Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡" he muttered.

Aditi had always been the quiet one, keeping her feelings hidden behind shy smiles and stolen glances. In the bustling corridors of her MBA college, she developed an undeniable crush on Tanmay, the charismatic senior and basketball star. Though their interactions were rare, her heart raced whenever he was near. To stay close to him, she even joined the basketball club, sneaking glances from afar while her friends teased her endlessly. Years later, fate intervenes when they cross paths again at a wedding. This time, it's not just a fleeting moment. Tanmay's family takes notice of Aditi and unexpectedly proposes her as a match for him. Suddenly, her innocent college crush spirals into a whirlwind of emotions: awkward encounters, brewing jealousy, undeniable chemistry, and the complexities of a modern arranged marriage. As the lines blur between familial expectations and their own feelings, Aditi and Tanmay must navigate misunderstandings, growing affection, and their own hesitations. Will their story end in heartbreak or the ultimate happily ever after? The story will be updated every Wednesday. (Story is completed and will be updated weekly as it is scheduled.)

♡ ˙⋆✮ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ⋆✮ ♡ • 𝗔𝗱𝗵𝘃𝗶𝗸 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗵𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶 - the man you never cross. 33. Underworld king. Fear is his ally; rage, his weapon. • 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 𝗞𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 - everything he is not. 26. Lifesaver. Light-bearer. Hope incarnate. Fate twists. A forced marriage. Hatred. Fire. Danger meets gentleness. Destruction meets healing. Yet love... creeps in the shadows. Will she heal the monster, or will darkness consume them both?

chhute kabhi na wo aadat banalu aa " SHIDDAT " banalu!!👀❤️ " The intensity of feeling ; a love so deep that it defines one's entire existence "💌 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * " Mohabbat toh sabhi karte hai is jahan main , Magar meri shiddat ka koi hisaab nahi. Tumhe chahna meri ibadat ban gaya hai , Ab is junoon ka koi jawaab nahi . "🦚💗 Prologue : " In the world of Rathores and Shekhawats , Devotion isn't just a word - it's a battlefield . Between a man who treats his work as a religion and a girl who treats life as a dare , a Strom is coming , They call it Shiddat - because when an introvert's silence, meets an extrovert's soul, the devotion is truly endless. "📿🧿 ___________________________________________________ ● Veeransh Singh Shekhawat ,who is an introvert, cold and ruthless businessman . In Veer's world, there was only the clock and the bottom line. He is easily annoyed by chaos and lack of discipline. For him , there is not time for distraction of love. ● Adira Rathore, who is an extrovert , certified yapper and always ready to argue. She never lets anyone stand in way of her dreams. She is the devotee of Lord Krishna and has a firm belief in destiny. For Adira, clock is just a decoration . Adira came from Korea after four years and she falls for her brother's bestfriend ( Veeransh) at the first meet. Veeransh slowly starts falling for Adira , being deeply devoted to Adira's vibrant energy. __________________ メ ________________

Sophie can handle difficult clients, messy accounts, and long workdays. What she can't handle is one hot man asking a simple question in a bar. After making a complete disaster of herself in front of Lucas Brentwood, Sophie is horrified to learn he'll be joining her firm two weeks later.

ये कहानी है... एक ऐसे शख्स की जो... आज तक किसी लड़की के करीब नहीं गया। उसे लड़कियों से एक अजीब सी चिढ़ है। उसके हिसाब से प्यार बस एक मोहमाया है । जो इंसान को कमजोर करता है । वो कभी खुद को कमजोर नहीं करना चाहता... या आज तक उसे कभी प्यार हुआ ही नहीं । आरव महियावंशी एक ऐसा नाम जो पूरे एशिया में गूंजता है और गूंजे भी क्यों नहीं,,, एशिया का nu. 1 बिज़नेसमेन जो है जिसके अंदर दिल ही नहीं और न ही कोई इमोशन । पर एक दिन उसकी दुनिया पूरी तरह बदल जाती है।जब एक लड़की अचानक उसकी जिंदगी में आती है। बहुत ही मासूम जो पहले से ही हालातों की मारी।जिसकी जिंदगी में खुशियां आसानी से मिलती ही नहीं। अगर मिलती है तो खुशियों से ज्यादा उनमें दर्द होता है । उसकी जिंदगी की बची कूची दर्द भरी खुशियां भी ये बिन बुलाया तूफान उससे ले जाता है। एक ऐसा शख्स जो बेलगाम जीता है उसे जो पसंद आता है वो उसका हो जाता है। ब

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