NEHA NANDA x VARDAAN RATHORE Teaser: "I hate you already, Mr Rathore. Don't make me hate you more. I will forget everything you've done to betray me if you let me and my father go." His head tilts in that dangerous, deranged way as a smirk I've never really seen makes its way to his cold lips. "Escape me, wife? That desperate to leave your husband without meeting him one last time?" My hands tremble and lower lip quivers because his words, his face, his eyes, his whole existence is itching on my rage and belief. I trusted him. I trusted him. I trusted this man right in front of me and I should've known Men can never be trusted. Atleast not the Politicial tyrants who sits in the Indian Parliament, politicians who walks and talks with humbleness, politicians who wear white collared kurtas and manipulates like the Machiavelli himself. I do what I should've done long before instead of giving him a control on my heart and body. I retrieve my webley pistol and point it in his direction. He still has the fucking audacity to walk towards me, say the manipulative words I was expecting, "Worth the gift, doll. You- holding my gifted pistol, should I kneel for the honour?" My jaw grits so hard and tighter, "I told you, I will kill you if I see you again." "You want to kill all of me? By all means. Whatever my pretty wife wants." He smiles. * * * She was forced to marry a decade old politician. He willingly married the woman, who was predestined to be his wife. Their union was inevitable. Her motive was clear, Revenge. For all the misconceptions that destroyed her family seven years ago. And for all the misconceptions that might lead to her destruction as well. * * * (Access early chapters on stck: author_july04) DIVINE SERIES BOOK ONE INTERCONNECTED STANDALONES

Shree Lekha Sharma was known for her bright, innocent smile. But behind that smile was a heavy secret she had carried for years. When she was just fifteen, her world fell apart. A terrible accident took the lives of her parents, leaving only her and her younger brother, Shivam, behind. With no one else to turn to, their relatives took them in. But it wasn't out of love. They only wanted the massive wealth and inheritance her parents had left behind. To protect Shivam from their greed and cruelty, Shree Lekha had to make a heartbreaking choice. She decided to hide her true, sharp intelligence. She put on a mask, pretending to have a childlike mental disorder so her relatives would let their guard down. She was just waiting-waiting for Shivam to turn eighteen so she could legally become his guardian and take him away from that toxic house. But the real Shree Lekha never truly vanished. In secret, with the help of her college principal-who was her late father's loyal friend-she was completing her degree in business studies. She also started working at a local orphanage, guided by the kind Dean. Now, at twenty-three, she thought she could keep up this double life forever. But everything was about to change. Adityanath Vardhan was thirty years old, a world-renowned businessman, and a man who held immense power. To the outside world, he was ruthless and merciless. He was a man of few words, deeply rooted in his traditions, and a firm believer in God. For his family, he wasn't just a green flag-he was an entire green forest. He got whatever he wanted, always. Then, he saw HER in the holy city of Varanasi. Something about her caught his attention instantly. On the outside, she seemed vulnerable and childlike. But Adityanath had sharp eyes. He could sense that beneath her innocent mask, there was a fierce, intelligent woman hiding in the shadows. He became completely captivated by her. using his power, he set an arranged marriage into motion...

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

#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.)

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧🤍 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒛𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒉 was never the man who believed in love. Reserved, composed, and burdened by expectations, he agreed to marry 𝗔𝘀𝗸𝗮 𝗔𝗹𝗶 to fulfill a promise made - not out of choice, but respect. To him, marriage was an obligation... a bond wrapped in silence. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 . 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝑨𝒛𝒌𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒊 ,on the other hand, came into the marriage with quiet hope. She didn't expect grand gestures, just a corner in his world - a little space to exist, to breathe, to be seen. But Azlan's silence was louder than words, and his quiet care sharper than any workship. Until the small things began to change.🕊

Rehan Ali Khan (32) You're forever caged with me cherry. Misha Siddiqui (21) Please husband, cage me forever in this hell. ___________________________________________ Obsession begins where freedom ends. True affection allows the other person to exist independently, as a separate consciousness. But obsession refuses this separation. It seeks to collapse the distance between "self" and "other," not through understanding, but through control. The obsessed mind does not ask, "Who are you?"-it insists, "You are only mine." The more intense the obsession, the less the other person is truly seen. Their autonomy, desires, and flaws are erased, replaced by an idealized or feared version created by the mind. In this sense, obsession is not a relationship-it is a monologue disguised as devotion. Where obsession clings, love lets go. Where obsession consumes, love understands. And where obsession demands, love allows. Rehan's obsession, forbidden desire will forever cage Misha. In the end, fate may not be about what is destined, but about what we do with what is given. Read the full story to know more about Rehan and Misha. ___________________________________________

She had dreams, she wanted to be free, to be happy-but destiny always had a different plan. She longed for love, but she never imagined she would steal her own sister's... She lived in the shadows, cursed by fate, invisible to everyone. He ruled with ice and violence, a billionaire feared by all. And somehow, destiny throws them together at the altar. The most feared... faces the most forgotten. Will fear tear them apart... or bind them in ways no one expected? Anjali Verma, aged 21, always living in the shadows of her siblings, branded as bad luck by everyone who knew her. Invisible. Forgotten. Feared. Ayaansh Malhotra, aged 27, a ruthless billionaire mafia king, feared by all-friends, enemies, even his own family. Cold. Calculating. Merciless. And now... the wedding is about to begin. But the bride isn't Anjali's sister. But Anjali herself. The most feared man in the world... standing before the girl who has spent her whole life fearing everyone. What happens when fear meets fearlessness-or when the weakest becomes the only one who can tame the strongest? An Novel By Author_ifra

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?