𝙈𝙖𝙞 𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙝𝙪, 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐚 "I'm obsessed with you, Ashrit. Because love is breathing, it is devotion but obsession? It is losing yourself in it, it is worshiping." ~ Rua Mittal "Saari duniya se ladne wala Ashrit, tumhare saamne jhuk raha hai, Rua." ~ Ashrit Dewan Happy ending

What happens when the CM of the state falls for the opposition party's president's daughter? A war. ** #1 political - 14 Jun 2026

🌙✨ Destiny Series 3 - "Where destiny blossoms again."✨🌙 "Kuch raastey taqdeer likhti hai... aur kuch log un raaston par bas chalte jaate hain, anjaane mein bhi ek manzil ki taraf." ────── ❃ ────── 🌟✨ The Star and the Blue Lily 🌸💙 "Some stories bloom like stars... and some stars carry the fragrance of a forgotten flower." Gul-e-Sitara - A Flower made of Stars ────── ❃ ────── "Unka jawab toh sun liya... aap ka? Aap ka kya jawab hai... is rishtey ke baare mein?" "Aap ke jawab ka intezaar rahega." ────── ❃ ────── "Phir bhi... I wanted to hear it from you. Mera dil chahta hai ke main tumse sunu. Tumhare lafzon mein." "ji... wo..." "Bas ha ya na, Niloufer. That's enough." "Ha... I accept our proposal." ────── ❃ ────── ✨ Sohail Shaikh: Calm. Clear. A man whose name carries the meaning of stars and moonlight. He does not raise his voice, yet his presence is felt. Not possessive. Only protective. Disciplined, talented, and deeply rooted in faith, Sohail knows more than he says and waits only when it truly matters. 🌸 Niloufer Farooqi: A blue water lily. Rare. Shy. Her belief in love faded when her first marriage broke within family walls. Her shyness is not weakness, nor pretense. She chose silence. Lowered gazes. Stolen glances. A desi Muslim girl who learned to guard her heart without hardening it. ────── ❃ ────── Two souls. Two separate worlds. Never meant to touch. Never meant to belong. But Destiny... Destiny had other plans. It whispered softly: "You were written for each other." ✨ Because some flowers bloom only when stars align. ✨ ────── ❃ ────── ⚠️Capters are long, around 10000 words each. read when you gave the time and patience to enjoy them properly.

She had no idea that meeting him would be the beginning of her worst nightmare. He was destruction in human form, he was her nightmare. ⁠益⁠ Story of a villain ⚠️Warning to all of the readers, The story contains dark theme. It is not a normal content, i wrote 21+ for a reason, the story is going to have many vulgar, dirty sex, violent abuse scenes and when I said alot, that means alot, the main lead is not a good man in any way, neither any character in this story. I don't normalise anything neither support it. It is an adult content so read it to your own risk. DO not report my book or i will take my other books down as well.

Izra stood at the stove, her mind filled with fear, her face look worried. Heavy footsteps echoed behind her. Before she could turn, his hand clamped around her wrist. "You think you can ignore me after what you did?" His voice was sharp, dripping with anger. "I..I'm just cooking," she tried to avoid his eyes, her heart pounding. He yanked her forward, her body hitting the counter. The hot pan burn beside her, and before she could react, he forced her hand down onto the pan Loud scream ripped from her throat as the burning metal touch her soft skin. "Stop! Please It hurts!" she sobbed, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened, Keeping her in place "Maybe now you'll listen like a good wife." His voice was calm. Warning ⚠️ abusive, bad language, toxic relationship, meterial rape. Unedited

He was only going to drop his friend back to his house, not knowing what waited for him on the way. It was a normal evening for both of them, she simply took her younger brother out for a bicycle ride as she promised meanwhile he was simply following his routine of dropping off his friend. And as the universe planned itself and as if all of those earlier simple moments were woven by destiny itself, they met but she didn't even notice and yet he fell.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐗 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 He is quite. She is loud. He is a topper. She is a backbencher. He hates imperfections. She is the perfect example of imperfection. He is loved by everyone in the school. She is scolded by everyone in the school. They both are poles apart from eachother, both of them are neighbors. She loves to irritate him while he avoids her as much as he can. In his eyes, she is some kind of a weird creature who needs immediate treatment to become a human. 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

Some loves are not meant to be lived - only worshipped. RADHIKA She grew up protected by two boys. One who stood beside her like certainty- confident, fearless, impossible to ignore. And one who stayed a step behind- quiet, steady, loving her enough to never ask for her. They were her constants. Her shadows. Her safe place. She never knew. Because neither of them ever said it. --- They loved her in different ways. One believed love meant choosing her openly. The other believed love meant choosing her happiness-even if it wasn't with him. And Radhika? Radhika loved them both. Innocently. Completely. Unknowingly. --- But life has a way of asking questions the heart isn't ready to answer. When friendship begins to blur into devotion, when silence starts to hurt more than rejection, when love demands a choice- Who does she choose? The one who fights for her? Or the one who worships her? --- This is not a story about a love triangle. It is a story about three hearts, two kinds of love and one woman standing at the center of it all, unaware that every choice will change everything. ------------------------------------------------ This story belongs to the same universe as Vivan and Aarvi. Radhika is their daughter-the child they chose, raised, and loved as their own. If you are an old reader, you already know the journey that shaped this family. You will find familiar names, emotions, and echoes of the past woven gently into this story. If you are a new reader, don't worry. This book is written so it can be read independently. You do not need to read Vivan and Aarvi's story to understand Radhika's. This is her story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1. #nextgeneration (25-03-26) 2. #wattpad (30-03-26)