He was a prince, a CEO, and a Mafia King-a man the world feared. She was the forgotten daughter, the shadowed sister, the sacrifice her family never saw. When fate twists, Aranya Singh Rathore is forced into the marriage meant for her stepsister... and finds herself bound to Veer Pratap Singh Chauhan-the untouchable royal, the ruthless tycoon who hates women as much as he rules them. She is the bride he never wanted. He is the husband she cannot escape. But every scar tells a story, and every secret threatens to burn their fragile world apart. Between palaces and boardrooms, betrayal and bloodlines, a mistaken bride may just become the queen destiny chose.

Mishika had never heard his name before she saw him. Arjun Singh Grewal Not because he wasn't known - but because people like him didn't belong to her world. The rising face of the RYS Party. A youth leader everyone talked about but few truly understood. The boy who didn't study in her college, yet somehow his presence carried weight across campuses. The one whose name was enough to make people lower their voices mid-conversation. They said he walked into places like he owned them. They said rules didn't apply to him - he made them. They said getting noticed by him was either the best thing that could happen to you... or the worst. And Mishika? She didn't believe in any of it. Because she didn't care. A science student at Indian Institute of Science Education and Research Mohali, she had her life planned - lectures, labs, assignments, and a quiet path toward something stable. She had left her hometown behind with one simple goal: focus on herself, build a future, and stay away from unnecessary chaos. Politics, power, influential people - none of it interested her. She preferred staying invisible. And she was doing a pretty good job at it. Until the day she stood on stage, mic in hand, confidently hosting one of the biggest inter-college events... completely unaware that among the crowd, someone was watching her a little too closely. Arjun Singh had seen many faces before. Confident ones. Loud ones. People trying too hard to be noticed. But there was something different about her. Maybe it was the way she spoke without fear. Or the way she didn't look around for validation. Or maybe... the fact that she didn't even know he existed. And for the first time in a long time- Arjun Singh noticed someone first. And that's where the story begins. Tropes: Four-year age gap College politics × academic girl Different worlds He noticed her first She doesn't know him Slow burn

Aadhvik singh Chaudhary. The name itself carries his aura . His presence is Enough to send a shiver down people spine . The ruthless , respected, feared and loved politician. MLA of rohtak , haryana . A man who likes he came straight out of a bollywood movie. He got those genes . Hyeee ! Sara XX chromosome samaj fidda h unpe. 27 years old .6'2 feet tall , broad shoulders, tanned body , gym guy, rich generational wealthy , beard , black dark hair and those brown eyes. He is not someone cold , brooding guy who can't smile and can't love or heartbroken majnu He is a top desi haryanvi jaat . And his smile and smirk can kill people . Vaise to janab those distant rehte h ladkiyon s par unki " *madam ji*" k aage to vo bich jaaien . The extroverted guy with his people. He isn't some picture perfect guy he have anger issues and ego problems and is self obsessed but unki " *doctor sahiba* " kr dengi theek unhe. Now..... Priyanshi yadav . Mbbs student. Haryanvi girl from rewari , thought she doesn't have that accent and have seen her mom suffering whole life in a marriage which lacks love . Loves to read fictional romance but believes no one gets that in real life and if someone does then either it's fake or god takes it instantly. thinks that her fate is like Jethalal . Awesome ! She hated indian political system and politician and thinks they are the best liars and actors.

Alyana Rajput - the royal princess of Jaipur. Trained in kathak, fluent in the language of grace, and raised amidst palace courtyards echoing with tradition. Behind her poised smile lies a heart that had always belonged to one man: Krishvardhan Singh Shekhawat (𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡). Heir to a powerful political legacy, Krish left behind his flourishing international business empire to shoulder the weight of his family's name in Rajasthan's turbulent political landscape. Sharp, disciplined, and bound by duty, Krishvardhan (krish) is a man haunted by a past love - one that refuses to fade. Their marriage was not just an alliance, but Alyana's long-awaited dream. But in the corridors of power, silence is deeper, and love takes time to speak. As tradition clashes with desire, and past shadows with present promises, Alyana and Krish must find their way to each other - through power, pain, and untold longing. A story of royalty, responsibility, and the slow-burning ache of unspoken love. ༺✿༻ Starting date: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.

फिर से दिल उसी मोड़ पर आ खड़ा है, जहाँ से कभी खुद को दूर किया था... कुछ यादें हैं जो छूटती ही नहीं, चाहे कितना भी उन्हें भूलना चाहा था... दिल है कि मानता ही नहीं, हर बार वही रास्ता चुन लेता है... दूर रहकर भी जो अपना लगे, शायद उसे ही मोहब्बत कहते हैं... कुछ रिश्ते नाम के मोहताज नहीं होते, बस एहसास में ही जीते रहते हैं...

COMPLETED ON STCK #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

Book 3 in the Rekindled Series ♡ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Rishi - Lover boy, who never took a relationship seriously. Then she came as a PA, then he pulled her into a contract Marriage to escape from his family, she stepped and showed him the different world. Shruthi - the elder daughter of her family, with lots of struggle. Accepted the offer of contract marriage thinking with the money she gets she can look after her family but... The contract tied up forever which she didn't want to escape. ♡ What happens when a soft chatterbox bubbly girl craved for a hard touch? A dark romance life with her contract husband? ♡ Start on: 11.11.2025

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.