Synopsis Before the medals, before the silence, there was a friend group that never walked anywhere-they arrived like a storm. At the center of it stood Major Rishabh Singh Sambyal in his cadet days: disciplined, sharp, annoyingly perfect. And orbiting him like pure, unapologetic chaos was Hania "Hani" Lair Singh-sunshine in human form, South Indian slang and all, famous for her polite Hindi, savage comebacks, and the two words that could make an entire squad groan: "Kai ku?" Their academy years were loud with teasing, late-night drills, shared punishments, and almost-confessions that never quite made it past the surface. But just before commissioning, everything fractured. Hani's father died suddenly, leaving her family buried under a financial crisis she couldn't ignore. Despite the gang's protests-and despite the one person who went unusually quiet when she said goodbye-Hani walked away from the uniform and from them. Years later, Major Sambyal is the picture of controlled perfection, serving as an ADC during a high-security visit. He is composed, unreadable, untouchable. Until someone casually taps his bicep. He turns, already prepared to refuse another journalist. Then- "Kai ku?" Time doesn't stop. It stumbles. Because standing in front of him is Hani-older, sharper, still smiling like she never learned how to be anything but warm. Only now, she carries the weight of the life she chose over the one she left behind. Thrown back into each other's orbit during a high-stakes assignment involving media, cyber teams, and layered security, the two must navigate old habits, unfinished emotions, and a friendship that was never as simple as they pretended. Between dry sarcasm, accidental chaos, and memories that refuse to stay buried, the past keeps slipping into the present-usually at the worst possible moment. Because some goodbyes don't end things. And some people... ...only need two words to come back into your life.

He wasn't a man people questioned. Major Rishabh Singh-ADC to the President-was discipline, power, and control wrapped in a perfectly pressed uniform. Cold. Untouchable. Feared. And now... her husband. She was never meant to be part of his world. A girl with nothing. No power. No voice. No choice. Until one look was enough for him to decide. And once he decided- There was no going back. Their marriage wasn't built on love. It was built on rules. Silence. Distance. But beneath his control... something darker simmers. Something dangerous. Something that tightens every time another man looks at her. Because he doesn't share. He doesn't forgive. And he definitely doesn't lose control- until her. 🔥 "You don't understand what you do to me," his voice drops, rougher than it should be. 🔥 "Then let me go," she whispers, breath unsteady. 🔥 His hand tightens just enough to stop her-never hurting, always claiming. 🔥 "That's not happening." In a world of power, protocol, and hidden threats- he becomes her shield. But when protection turns into possession... how far will he go to keep what's his?

Two strangers One unwanted marriage. Now, fate binds them together in an arranged marriage neither asked for. He wants nothing from this relationship-no love, no emotions, only silence. She still dares to hope, to believe that maybe... love can return. Between cold stares, painful pasts, and unspoken feelings, their story unfolds. A journey from betrayal to trust, from distance to desire, from strangers to soulmates. Because sometimes, the love we stop searching for... finds us again.

Akira Deewan lives in shadows. An Elite Indian spy trained by one of the greatest officers the nation has ever known, she exists only to protect-never to be seen, never to be remembered. When a high-risk threat targets the family of Rajendra Singh Rathore, a legend in the Indian Army, Akira is called back for a mission that cuts too close to home. Rajendra trusts no one but her. The price of protection? Marriage. She must marry Major Rajveer Singh Rathore. He is disciplined, feared, and honour-bound -- a man she once knew, a man she never truly forgot. As Akira steps into his life as a wife with secrets , danger lurks closer than ever. Because this mission isn't just about protection anymore. It's about love, loyalty, and the cost of choosing duty over the heart. Some vows are taken in love. Some are taken under Classified Orders.

Soldier × Writer. 🪖💗🌷 "LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING, TILL YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DIE FOR."~ A story of a man who has known pain, where the world taught him how to kill mercilessly , fought wars, and yet, falls so deeply and truly in love that he becomes her Raanjhana - hers completely. 💌 He was trained to protect. She wrote stories of love, but never imagined she'd live one. . . . . Captain Manvik Raghuwanshi - 30, an elite Indian Army officer, code-named "Vayu." Known in the forces as The Storm, he's unbeatable, sharp as steel, and feared by enemies across borders. He led covert operations, saved battalions, and carried hidden scars. To the world, he's ice-cold and untouchable. But to his family, his best friends ,Captain Kabir, and eventually her... he's a quiet storm that rains only softness. Vaidhe Avasthi - 24, a vibrant, bestselling author known for her poetic, romantic and sad fiction. She hides her insecurity in her words and laughter. Beautiful family Father is an honest DGP , mother is a lawyer and two siblings, she built her world through imagination. Fiercely independent, yet secretly craving the kind of love she writes about. °18+ Adult content °Trigger warning ⚠️ ° Manipulations

A single phone call pulls Priya Chaudhari, an accomplished interpreter, out of her carefully ordered life and into the guarded world of Rashtrapati Bhavan. What begins as a sudden professional request quickly unfolds into something far more complex-marked by secrecy, protocol, and the quiet weight of national duty. As Priya navigates heightened security, unfamiliar faces, and the overwhelming magnitude of her new role, she crosses paths with Major Rishabh Sambyal, a disciplined and intensely private officer tasked with ensuring that everything-and everyone-stays in control. Observant, exacting, and bound by rules, Rishabh finds his routine subtly disrupted by Priya's presence, even as he tries to keep personal thoughts at bay. Through parallel moments of tension, curiosity, and unspoken impressions, Chapter One sets the stage for a relationship shaped by duty, restraint, and the unanticipated pull between two people standing on opposite sides of protocol. As the chapter closes, both Priya and Rishabh step into roles that will test not just their professionalism-but their resolve. P.S: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. While some characters in this book may resemble real individuals, the portrayal is fictional and intended purely for entertainment. Any similarities should be taken in good spirit, and no disrespect toward any person is intended. The story is not intended to depict or reference any real event, nor to cause offence.

That day she left me with the world we created out of our love.... Our child. I stopped believing in love. I had already lived my love story but responsibilities don't wait. I remarried. Not for myself or for love but for my child. Marrying someone else felt like a betrayal even though that's what my first love wished for on the death bed. Then she entered my life. I was never going to love her. Because how can I love again when my heart still belonged to someone who was now no more in this world? She didn't replaced my first love. She slowly created a place in my heart and unknowingly I was healing. But loving her would mean my first love was less but then time made me realised that love doesn't replace, it expands. This means my heart even after breaking, knows how to beat 💓 Sometimes love doesn't come again to earse the old story but to remind you that your heart still have the capability to feel ❤️ I didn't leave my first love behind... I just made room in my heart to love again 🤍

Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enoughobsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon to bind his soul in chains of and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

She didn't tame his fire. She fed it. He was a decorated war hero-Major Abhiyendra Singh Agnihotri, a Para SF officer known as Firestorm. Trained to kill. Built to survive. Haunted by a past buried beneath medals and missions. Love? That was collateral damage he never allowed. She was a phantom in plain sight-Sharanya Vaidehi Kashyap, undercover as Maithili Sharma. A RAW field agent and Indian Army Captain, forged by pain, fueled by vengeance. Her scars were maps. Her silence was fire. And love? That was a weapon she never learned to wield. In the snow-kissed shadows of Kashmir, two storms collide. Assigned to the same covert operation, their paths cross under false names, real danger, and secrets deeper than the snowdrifts around them. He doesn't know she's a spy. She doesn't know he's already drowning in her fire. But war has rules. Missions have boundaries. Love doesn't. When betrayal runs in blood and every heartbeat risks exposure, will they fight their pasts-or ignite a future neither of them dared dream?