🖤 Hridaan Deora & Advita Goenka 🖤 In a country that worships power, the Deoras are not spoken of- they are remembered. Old money. Old influence. A legacy that doesn't rise... it endures. Their name doesn't make headlines. It decides them. At the center of it all stands Hridaan Deora- the heir who never needed a crown to rule. Measured. Untouchable. Raised in a house where silence is taught before speech, and truths are buried deeper than loyalty. Nothing enters the Deora world without permission. Nothing stays without purpose. Until her. Advita Goenka. She doesn't arrive with noise. She doesn't ask for space. And yet- doors open. Rooms shift. And something long undisturbed... stirs. The Deora house has always been a place of order. Of control. Of carefully preserved history. But some legacies don't stay buried. They echo. In unanswered questions. In closed rooms. In names that are never spoken aloud. And for the first time in years- Hridaan begins to look closer. Not at the world. At his own home. Because something about her presence feels less like coincidence... and more like consequence. And in a family where everything is controlled, the most dangerous thing isn't power. It's what survives it. In Deora family, nothing is ever accidental. Not the alliances. Not the distance. Not even the affection. And certainly not the secrets. Some are inherited. Some are protected. And some... are buried so well, even the truth forgets where to find them.

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

"𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂. 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒉 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂." _______________________________ ✰ 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚: A bright student, expresses a unique blend of traits. An ambivert, making him a beloved friend. His outgoing nature drew people to him, while his responsible and caring side earned respect. His life is about to take an unexpected turn when someone unexpected entered his life. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯ ✰ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫: A vibrant student, radiated warmth and energy. Her playful and extroverted nature drew people to her, but beneath the surface, a sensitive soul beats. But behind the smile, a secret hid: A crush on someone from the past. Her father's job transfers had taken her to many places but her heart stayed at one place, one person for years. _______________________________ "Kaha hain voh? Dikh nhi rha." She asked as soon as she reached the football ground. Her eyes scanning the whole ground only to see him but he is nowhere to be found. (Where is he? I am not able to find him) "Kisse dhund rhi ho tum?" A voice behind her spoke, following her eyes. (Whom are you looking for?). "Mere Krish ko." She replied answered, unawared of who is standing behind her. (My Krish) "Tumhara krish?" "Ha mera kris-" she turned around the person and to her shock it was krish, or should we say her Krish, looking handsome as usual, is now staring directly in her eyes with a smile. The time seemed to be stopped for both of them as they stare in each other's eyes.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

❤️ Vedansh Agnivanshi & Vritikaa Vardhan ❤️ Dusk and Dawn - Before darkness, she was his dusk. After it, he became her dawn. ❤️‍🩹 He was born in the brilliance of a mind too bright for his years - a boy shaped by patterns, not praise. She grew beneath the quiet of remembered moments - a girl defined by detail, not demand. 🕊️ Vedansh Agnivanshi carries genius like a sunrise - steady, certain, impossible to ignore. Vritika Vardhan holds memory the way dusk holds light - gentle at the surface, endless underneath. 🕊️ Because every horizon has two halves. And some souls are written to meet where light changes. 🦉They were born on opposite ends of the horizon- but fate painted them in the same sky. 🦉 Tropes: Agnivanshi x Vardhan Genius Heir x Photographic-Memory Heiress Reserved Golden Boy x Observant Quiet Girl Bombay Heart x Delhi Roots Old Money x Old Money Slow Burn No Cheating!

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

A forbidden love between cousins. What happens when both are in love but suddenly he is been engaged with another girl. Will our hero and heroine unit together. Or will the fate plays a major role. Arjun: Let's just be cousins Yazhini. No more love. Let's break up. Yazh: Will you be happy without me maama Arjun: Do you think I would. Yazh: Then why? Arjun: Just leave me. He leaves and she cries sitting down in the floor. The next day she helped the elders in work for his engagement. Seeing him engaged with another girl infront of him broke her completely. What would be the reason for Arjun to break this relationship. Will they overcome the problem or just play with the fate? Dive into this story to find more. Let's play with some crimes, thrills, more love and family time.

"Biryani.", Navya answered. "And Yash wants to talk to you.", Navya said to Vivaan, gesturing for Yash to start speaking. He sighed before turning to his older brother. "Look, bhai, I need you to talk to ma. I cannot get married. I just cannot.", Yash said firmly. "Why? You gay?", Vivaan asked taking a bite of biryani straight from the cooking pot. Navya gave him a look and snatched the spoon from him, but he ignored her, turning back to his brother who was glaring at him. "Just talk to ma, Vivaan", Yash rolls his eyes. "You think I can change her mind? Trust me, if i could, I wouldn't have married Navya.", Vivaan says bluntly, and Navya's jaw practically drops at her husband's brutal comment. Yash raised an eyebrow. It was true. Vivaan was the most stubborn of all three brothers and if even he had given in to their mother, it meant, she was invincible, and Yash was fucked. That is the moment Yash realized that he wasn't getting out of this one. Read fast to dive deep into this family of assholes😘

MEGHA RAISINGHANIA, heir of the RS Empire, calm yet strong-willed, steps into an engagement arranged by her grandfather. ARJUN OBEROI, sharp, composed, and rooted in duty, finds his life turning in directions he never planned for. "You are in my seat." Arjun said with an irritated face. "I don't see your name on it." Megha gave him a sweet smile. "I always sit here." He was utterly exasperated. "Well, congratulations. Now you don't." She is enjoying it now and the smile on her face grown bigger. Arjun stares at her face for a few movements, then calmly pulling the chair next to her, sitting way too close. "Personal space, Oberoi." Megha reminded him. "Well consider it as a team bonding." Now he has the same sweet smile on his face , and her smile slowly disappeared. This is a story of two individuals brought together by fate, tied by an engagement neither saw coming and surrounded by family, responsibilities, and unexpected emotions. With moments of warmth, misunderstandings, laughter, and shadows lurking behind smiles-this is a journey of love, trust, healing, and the quiet magic of companionship growing in the most unexpected ways. Welcome to a story where relationships are tested, bonds are built, and love slowly finds its way. TROPES: Enemies to lovers Strong fmc power couple CEO X CEO Forced proximity Second Chance YOURS TO SERIES #1 P.S.: This is my first story, so please forgive me for any limitations in my writing or errors in English. Also, I'm an avid reader and a big fan of dramas, so you might notice scenes that feel familiar. But please know, I haven't copied anything-these are just inspirations, like many writers take when creating their own worlds. Thank you for understanding and giving my story a chance! #2nd in strong fmc