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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."

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.

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🥂

"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

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.

I am so scared of him that even his mere sight makes me shiver. In college his dark eyes are always on me . Why did papa admit me in the same college. God, how will I spend my whole life with him. Why did mama fix my marriage with him?Why? Why? Why? My alliance to end the rivalry between two families in the business world is already decided. I have never seen her until she came to my college and the day I saw her for the first time, she became mine. My life My obsession Just mine.......

Manik and Nandini found themselves in long, unhappy relationships. Manik had been married for 9 years and was in a 3-year relationship before that, which had grown distant over time. Nandini, in contrast, had an arranged marriage at 19, and she'd spent 14 years in a loveless union. When they crossed paths, they faced a significant moment in their lives. They had to decide: should they try to rekindle their fading relationships or explore the possibility of something new, perhaps outside their marriages? The choice they made would shape their futures.

He knew exactly who she was - the beloved granddaughter of his biggest rival. Still, that didn't stop him. On the day of her wedding, dressed in red and surrounded by people who adored her, he barged in and kidnapped her without a second thought. Before she could even process the betrayal, she found herself married to him - forcefully, painfully, and without choice. People whispered that he did it because he loved her. But if you believe that, you're completely wrong. Love had nothing to do with it - not then. He married her for revenge. Cold, calculated revenge. Because in his eyes, she was responsible for the most painful wound of his life - the death of his grandfather. And this forced marriage? It wasn't love. It was punishment.

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.

✍︎"𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒂.𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏"✍︎ "YOU BETTER BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" My scream tore out of my lungs the second my eyes landed on the man standing right in front of me. A very naked man. Well... almost. My blanket was wrapped low around his waist, barely doing its job. What the hell was a naked man doing on my couch? He blinked at me slowly, like I was the strange one here.Excuse me? No, sir. You are the alien in this situation. "Who the hell are you, and why are you in my room?" I snapped, my face scrunching up in disgust. "Also-naked?" I quickly looked away, but seriously, what was wrong with me? Why were my cheeks heating up? Against my better judgment, my eyes drifted back to him. Okay... wow. No, not wow focus, Shivi. But still... his physique?it's good!! What? Good? Are you kidding me? His body looked like it belonged on some magazine cover. "Hey! You didn't answer me!" I huffed, forcing myself to glare at him instead of... appreciating whatever this was. "Who the hell are you?" He let out a slow sigh, leaning back against the couch like he was the one exhausted here. As if I wasn't the one having a full-blown crisis. Then his blue eyes met mine.And whatever he said next made my entire body freeze. "I'm Vedansh.....the male lead of your book"

✨ 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ✨ Y/N never imagined her makeup reels from India would one day bring her to HYBE. 🇮🇳✈️🇰🇷 Working beside the biggest idols in the world felt like a dream... especially when Jeon Jungkook had been her bias for years. 💜 But the man she meets in Seoul is nothing like the idol she admired from afar. Cold. Distant. Dangerous. Behind BTS's perfect smiles and global fame hides a world no fan was ever supposed to see. 🎭🖤 And the deeper Y/N falls for Jungkook, the more she realizes... Some love stories are written under stage lights... while others are stained with blood after midnight. 🌙🥀 In a world of fame, secrets, betrayal, hidden wars, and forbidden love- can she survive the truth behind the idol she once adored? Or will loving him destroy her completely? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🖋️ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 This story is not just about idols and romance. It's about: ✨ dreams that turn dangerous ✨ the difference between an idol and the real person behind the cameras ✨ silent love ✨ heartbreak ✨ healing ✨ and finding home in the most unexpected person You'll see: 🎤 Idol life 💄 Makeup artist female lead 🥀 Slow burn romance 💔 Taehyung's silent love 🔥 Jealous Jungkook 🌧️ Emotional moments ⚔️ Action & betrayal 💔 Betrayal So if you love emotional slow burns, hidden identities, painful love triangles, possessive Jungkook, and stories that feel like a K-drama movie... Welcome to Behind The Stage Lights. ✨ Enemies to lovers • Marriage trope • Emotional healing • BTS romance • Indian wedding • Soft Taehyung • Jealousy • Slow burn love ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "The idol I loved never truly existed... but the man behind him became my home." 🖤

Known to many as "Lekher Adeeba," this nickname of Adeeba Choudhury's reflects her twin obsessions: the lake and the art of writing. Though she was raised in Brazil by her prejudiced maternal aunt, Lily Shikdar, Adeeba remains deeply rooted in her Bengali identity. An introverted mystery to some and a local icon to others, she spends her days by the water, rejecting every marriage proposal that comes her way-waiting only for "the true one." Though she's mistreated by the very woman who brought her up, everyone else is her big fan. The eighth novel in the **Family** series is more an adult fairy tale, though it's not! Roberto Costa is a servant who is cursed to carry the spirits of the dead. It is recommended for readers aged 13 and up.

Lia is a young passionate fiction writer with an imaginative mind and a brave heart. Now that she graduated from college all she wants is to be a successful writer. So what happens when she finds herself being hunted by the very creatures she writes about. Damon is the new CEO of the publishing company that Lia signed for. Mysterious, captivating and cunning. From the moment his eyes land on Lia, she becomes an obsession. Seduction and danger runs in his veins yet it has no effect on her. Even if his secrets are at stake. He still cannot stop haunting for her. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ This story is R rated. Note: This is a vampire romance story with earned spice. Enjoy my sweethearts💃🏻💋💋💋

📕: 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

"She loved him like a beautiful story, while he loved her like a brutal truth." Fate once tore them apart, only to bring them back years later. He promised her forever again, but fear made him hesitate ,afraid of breaking her trust once more. She didn't trust him anymore, yet he still couldn't stop loving her, even when she hated him. Now destiny stands between them. Will it fix what was broken, or tear them apart again? And will Siyara ever see the Arjun she once loved? Will he able to fullfill his promises?

كفن خادع-النسخة العربية عندما يتم خداع البصر بشيء ساحر الجمال دون معرفة باطنة هذا الكتاب من كتاباتي الخاصة اتمنى ان تستمتعون

WHEREAS, you guys can help me decide titles, face claims, and plots for new upcoming book.. free opinions on my story ideas.. things you think I can improve on.. OR, if you guys need help with a book of your own im happy to help.. can use an idea of mine-- IF, you ask for permission first, WHICH I would allow you to use if i dont see myself using it in the future.. ANYWHO...please comment!!! i need help!!!!!

A bunch of writings I did growing up that I wanna share ... even a sneak peak of a book I'm working on just to inspire young author short story can become full blown books