This isn't just a story of love... it's about the fire burning in three hearts. Three brothers, each living their love in their own way. Hriday Reddy - for him, love isn't worship, it's obsession. That girl isn't just a dream for him; she's his life and his stubborn desire. And if she doesn't become his... then he won't let her belong to anyone else either. But is this really love from the heart, or just a battle to win? Will that girl accept his love... or walk away from him forever? Then there's Eklavya Reddy - whose world revolves around power and politics. His dream is the Chief Minister's chair, and on that path, love only feels like an obstacle. But now, that very obstacle has become his greatest need. Will Eklavya listen to his heart, or sacrifice his love in the ruthless game of politics? Can power and love ever coexist in his life? And then comes Arjun Reddy, the most different of the three. His identity lies in his dreams, dreams that never had room for relationships. But there is one face... a face that once fueled his hatred... And now, from that very hatred, love has begun to bloom. Will Arjun accept his feelings, or remain imprisoned behind the walls of hate? Will love set him free, or break him even more? All three are in love. But how far will they go to claim it? Who will be able to save themselves from love... and who will drown in it? Who will win their love... and who will lose everything? And in the end, when love itself becomes a battlefield... who will be the victor? And who will be defeated?

A slowburn journey from strangers in class to souls on the same road.

𝗬𝗘𝗛 𝗨𝗡 𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗢 𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗜~ Shrishti Rajvanshi was never searching for love, but her heart always carried a restlessness she couldn't name. She believed love was something written in the skies, something that arrived softly yet shook the very ground you stood on. Kartik Ahuja was her opposite. steady where she stumbled, silence where she was chaos. He never believed in destiny, yet the first time his eyes met hers, something shifted. Something eternal. Their love didn't arrive in grand gestures, but in quiet glances, lingering silences, and unspoken prayers. Amidst the laughter and noise of their families, in a house where chaos never seemed to end, their souls found each other - like they had been waiting for lifetimes. But destiny is never simple. Love tests. Love heals. Love asks for patience. This is not just a story of falling in love. It is the story of becoming love. Of two souls, Shrishti and kartik, finding home in each other's eyes. a love so pure, it feels like poetry written by the universe itself. --- She was chaos, he was calm. She searched for forever, he never believed in it. But when Kartik's restless heart met Shrishti's quiet soul- love didn't feel like a choice. It felt like destiny. ✨

⋆.𐙚 ̊ His Quiet Obsession: "ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɴ- ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ" ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── When "̶I̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶r̶u̶l̶e̶s̶.̶"̶ type of girl meets ̶"̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶...̶ ̶r̶e̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶"̶ type of man!!! ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ★| Amaira Gupta - resident chaos supplier, unofficial princess of her family, and professional "I-want-it-so-I-get-it" kind of girl. She's a walking playlist of Taylor Swift songs, a binge-watching K-drama addict, and the kind of bubbly sunshine that somehow manages to trip over flat ground but still look adorable doing it. She's a hopeless romantic, the kind who dreams with her head in the clouds, heart in her sleeve, and diary full of dramatic what-if scenarios. Somewhere between all the laughter, the pouts, and the twirls in her floral dresses... she unknowingly lost her heart to a pair of ocean-blue eyes. ☕ ★| Shivansh - the kind of man silence belongs to. He's already the disciplined, composed owner of his own company, the sort who keeps his suits pressed, his schedule tighter than his smile, and his life free from chaos... or at least, that's what he thought. Grumpy to the core, allergic to noise and mess, and carrying a past dark enough to keep most people at arm's length - he never imagined the girl with hazel-brown eyes, the one who barged in like a hurricane, would become the exception. He tried to run from her, from the warmth she brought, but destiny doesn't exactly care about his carefully drawn lines. ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ♡ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕏 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕤♡

She picked up the vase, examining it closely. I stood up dropping the gun in my hand on the bed to go near her. 'I need to know what she looks like from up close. Someone with such a voice have to be perfect in every other way as well'. "Sorry Bhagwan ji (God), I will pay them as soon as possible but right now I have to do this," she mumbled 'No baby you'll pay right now. ' A voice came from inside my dark soul, "I can... do this... phew," As she raised her arm with vase on it, to break the glass of the window. I clamped down on her hand, her body trembling in terror. Her rapid breaths were a stark contrast to the calm that washed over me. She was a frightened little rabbit caught in the glare of headlights, her every instinct screaming for escape. She was scared just like a little rabbit caught in a trap wondering about whether she is gonna live or not. She is mine now, a fragile creature trapped in my world. I would decide her fate. This little rabbit is mine now, now that it is caught in my trap, it is mine to possess, mine to ruin, mine to break or protect. MINE forever. __________________ What will happen when ruthless, calculative and dangerous Mrityunjaya Singh Rathore fall in love with a sweet, innocent and full of life Ishika, stay tuned to find out. Updates : Sundays Start date: 21/07/2024 end date:? ~~~~~~~~ Tropes: Grumpy*sunshine ML obsessed with FL Arranged marriage Love at first sight Royal romance Sometimes dark Sometimes fluffy Family rivalry ML very possessive with FL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two young kids got married very young age .At the age of 7 seven where girls use to play with her dolls our shivi was herself dressed like a doll in bridal dress , her small hands are covered in heena , her small wrist are filled with red bangles and making sounds when she was moving her hands as she was very wearing them. As she has seen her mother wearing those bangles and always loved there sounds. She use to demand her mother to bring her bangles from the market whenever she went out for grocery shopping and her mother use to smile at her . Her small payal was placed in her feet. On the other hand Yash who is 12 years old dressed in the sherwani looking like a handsome small groom with a frown on his face. He was irritated with her parents as they were not letting him play with his cousins as they old him that he can't play with his cousins as he is soon going to get married and should behave like a responsible person other how he will support and take care of his bride. Come join this journey of Yash and shivi and see how they will cope with this great changes coming in their life . Yash is very demanding and possessive kid who gets everything what he wants even at the age of 12. He is a bright student always comes 1st in his class and wants to become a great bussinessmen like his father in future. Shivi is a naive and innocent kid . She loves her parents very much and comes from the small family of village. This is my 1st story so please ignore my mistakes and support me . 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Mature Warnings.☠︎︎ This fiction is mature, don't read it if you are uncomfortable.☠︎︎ The Khan; The Royal Clan, The generation started ages ago. But they started to show interest in gaining power at the time of Ahmed Khan. The grand father of the three Heirs. Tabeer Ahmed Khan. Takeer Ahmed Khan. Taaj Ahmed Khan. Three brothers, •Rulling over the noticable industries in the country. •Greedy for Power. •Willing to reach any steps to have those under their feet. Ruthless, Marciless, Less patience, Emotionless, Anger issues, Arrogance, Cold hearted, Poker face, Doesn't give a fuck if they feel like those aren't worthy for their attention. The story started when they put their gazes on some women who barely or we can say unworthy even for their one glance. The women get tied with them in the name of marriage. The heir are always the same. Never to change for anyone. And the women get trapped with them for the life time. Only expecting respect, care and maybe little bit of love too. Continue if you feel like.....

𝐎𝐤𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐌𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 "𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 " 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫@𝐩𝐞 , 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫@𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐢 "𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞?" 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦" "𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗹𝘆 " 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱" 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝

"I can't marry you, Sir. This is not the way I want to be tied down into married life." She whispers, her voice trembling under the weight of her own breaking world. Her eyes are swollen with tears, her soul frayed at the edges. "But I don't think you have any other option left rather than accepting the contract. So, just agree with my decision or believe me, you won't like the consequences." He replies coldly, every word cutting deeper than the last. There is no remorse in his voice. No softness in his eyes. Just control. Just a warning. . . . He is not just her professor. He is a feared business mogul as well, known for his ruthless decisions and lack of mercy. She is a single mother, desperately trying to protect her son and survive the past she thought she had buried long ago. But when he uncovers her deepest, most dangerous secret, one that could destroy her life in a heartbeat: he doesn't give her the chance to explain. He gives her a choice: marry him under the terms of a cold, emotionless contract... or watch her world collapse. Bound by fear. Tied by power. A marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal. But what happens when a lifeless contract begins to stir emotions neither of them asked for? When buried scars surface... And when the lines between right and wrong blur inside the walls of a forced relationship? This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of control, consequences, and finding strength in the very place she was meant to break.

Tanhai was never lonely - until gave it a name