a rowdy man, with the DGP tahir with yn.. so maybe something interesting, open it already, it is in indian theme.

She was fire wrapped in silk, chaos in heels, and a storm he never saw coming. Every word she spoke carried defiance, every glance a challenge. She didn't care for rules, for control, for him... and that made her dangerous. He was control embodied, dominance hidden behind perfect calm, a shadow she couldn't ignore. Where she sparked, he burned. Where she moved, he followed-not to protect, but to claim. Their first encounters were war. Words became weapons, glances became traps, and every clash left the air electric. They were enemies. They were chaos and control, fire and ice. Every step in the same corridor, every class, every crowded campus moment became a battlefield. And yet... even in the hate, obsession crept in quietly. Not soft. Not kind. Just inevitable. Secrets, power plays, small victories and deliberate provocations. In a world of noise, they noticed only each other. Random college ? Naaa-it was the beginning of a war neither wanted to lose... and a dangerous pull they couldn't resist.

𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐱 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 "Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Princess× King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Replacement Touch her and die She fell first he fell harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @naynraex aka me #3 in top 10 in india : 30/03/2026 #5 : 31/03/2026

He spent fourteen years loving a woman who doesn't even care about him. She spent fourteen years believing she owed him nothing. He calls it love. She calls it a childhood mistake. But some promises survive even when the people who made them don't remember. ARVANSH x SHARANYA ••••••••••••• It started with a bet, a fake relationship, and two people who were never supposed to fall. He was supposed to be temporary, nothing serious. She was supposed to be his roommate, nothing more. But somewhere between midnight conversations and shared wounds, they became the home neither of them knew they needed. SHASHANK x ANVISHA

She once dreamed of marrying Him. Not for revenge. Not for hatred. But for love. Love from that childhood. Genuine. Pure. Until the night that changed everything. Years later, she returns with a heart full of scars and a plan carefully built on betrayal. She will marry him, step into his world, and watch it crumble from the inside. But Vedang doesn't see an enemy. He only see his Littlehead, whom he thought he lost years ago. Without knowing the truth behind her identity, he finds himself helplessly drawn to her-obsessed, captivated, and hopelessly in love. And every time he calls her "little head," something from past threatens to break the wall. Because revenge is simple. But loving the man you swore to destroy... is not. But by the time the truth surfaces and He founds his family member's murderer. You all will ask- who destroyed whom? NYRA DHAWAN x VEDANG SINGHANIA

They didn't choose each other-but fate did. At just 26, Tanya Anand built a fashion empire with grace, grit, and a heart that believed kindness could be powerful. She never imagined her future would be tied to a man like him. Avinash Malhotra doesn't follow the rules-he writes them. Cold, calculating, and untouchable, he moves political power and billion-dollar deals with the flick of his fingers. When their parents arrange a marriage neither of them asked for, worlds built on passion and power begin to collide. But behind the boardroom masks and cold glares lies a slow-burning storm of tension neither of them expected. A slow-burn arranged marriage romance where fire meets silk, and love dares to grow between two powerful souls.

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The lane was a ghost town, its silence shattered by an engine's scream. A car tore through at full throttle, blowing through red lights as if they didn't exist. To any onlooker, the driver was possessed-driven by a manic desperation bordering on insanity. "Jaana, stop!" Iraansh's voice roared from the trailing vehicle, a command lost to the wind. "Please, stop! We'll get justice for all of them... please!" White-knuckled and blurred by tears, Iraansh pushed to the limit. He had to stop her-to stop the woman who had lost her mind to the darkness. A cold, jagged laugh crackled over the comms. "Justice? Huh." The Women's voice was devoid of warmth. "I never wait for anything, Iraansh. You called me insane? Fine. I am. Stop following me, or I swear, you'll be the next name on my list." Blood trickled from her nose, staining her lip. Her hands were slick with it, coating the wheel in a macabre sheen. She was broken, bleeding, and dying-but she had made her choice. "No! Please, wait!" Iraansh's voice cracked. "Tomorrow is our wedding. Just please..." Suddenly, the roar died. Iraansh slammed on the brakes, skidding to a bone-jarring halt. Smoke swirled, and for one heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then came the sound that shattered everything. THUAAAAA-CRASH! Twisting metal and exploding glass screamed through the silence. Iraansh watched, paralyzed, as the taillights he'd been chasing vanished into a cloud of wreckage and dust. He stumbled out of the car, knees hitting the cold asphalt. The scent of gasoline and blood filled the air. "No..." he choked out. Then, his lungs burst in a guttural, soul-shattering roar that tore the night apart: "RUHANIKAAAAAAA!"

She was about to fall when strong arms caught her around the waist, holding her up before she hit the floor. "Thank-" The word stopped midway. She looked up. Raghav. For a moment, everything else faded away. Raghav Chauhan. Her cousin brother's best friend. A man she had admired quietly for months, never allowing herself to feel more than that. He was at the club for a meeting, wearing a sharp suit that made him stand out. Just moments ago, he had been talking to a few people when his phone rang. Seeing his mother's name, he had moved toward a less crowded area. That's when he saw her losing balance. And without thinking, he caught her. ***************************************************** Anaya Singh Rathore - The princess of Rajasthan, fearless, full of life, but hiding loneliness behind her smile. She always gets what she wants. Raghav Chauhan - CEO, feared mafia leader, and a man who never loses. Ruthless, cold, and impossible to challenge... until she crosses his path. For him, she's just his best friend's sister... For her, he's everything. Will she make him see her differently this time? Will desire survive in a world built on fear? And what happens when love breaks all the rules?

||𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 - 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬|| "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧." "𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." 🌙✨ तू जो छू ले प्यार से, आराम से मर जाऊँ आजा, चंदा बाँहों में तुझ में ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं 🤍🕊️ छुपा भी ना सकेंगे, बता भी ना सकेंगे हुए हैं यूं तेरे , प्यार में पागल पिया 💔🩹 He bleeds in silence. She stitches him with presence. He sees himself as broken pieces. She sees a mosaic full of stories. He wants her to stay away from his darkness. She wants to enlighten his world with her shine. He thinks love must be earned. She makes him believe he deserves it. She fell for him in childhood, oblivious to the storms he silently carried. Years later, when they met again, he fell harder for her, but destiny had other plans. When his past knocked on the door of the present, love shattered, taking them on a journey filled with pain, heartbreak, and sacrifice. This is not just a love story but a path of rebuilding trust that wavers, holding onto hope that persists and choosing love that refuses to give up. Step into their world, where love is a battlefield and hope is the only weapon they have left.