⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

#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.)

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle. Warning'*s⚠️ #18+ #Mature language #Abusive language #College lovestory #Happy ending #Dark romance

"In a city of flashlights and power, she was just trying to survive the dark." Leaving behind the constant shouting matches of her toxic family home and a father who couldn't care less, nineteen-year-old Meera Malhotra escapes to Delhi. Her goal is simple: keep her head down, survive her classes, and build a safe future for herself and her little brother back home. She wants to be a ghost on campus. But anonymity is impossible at Delhi National College when it is owned by the family of Aryan Gill. Aryan is the ultimate Punjabi fairytale prince. He's effortlessly handsome, fiercely protective, and commands a massive circle of friends. Because of his elite family status, he moves in high-profile circles-casually hanging out with top cricketers and Bollywood celebrities while ruling the college hallways. He's known for his lethal smile and the fierce fights he gets into to protect his own. Meera wants absolutely nothing to do with his flashy, high-profile world. But when her past threats follow her to the city, the campus golden boy steps directly into the line of fire. He has the world at his feet, but he's willing to burn it down just to keep her safe. #1 in punjabi 01/07/2026 #2 in punabi 03/07/2026 #5 in Collage 17/07/2026

This book is the third and final installment of the Tales series and a continuation of Tales of Goenka after the leap. Atharv and Shevya finally have everything they once dreamed of - each other, a family, and a home filled with love. Along with their little pieces of heart, their days are filled with laughter, chaos, sibling fights, overprotective parents, family drama, and countless beautiful memories. But as the children grow, so do the challenges, relationships, and emotions around them. A story about a love that survived every storm, a family that grew stronger with time, and the little world they built together. TALES OF OUR FOREVER From Two Hearts to a Whole World.

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨" 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮 has always been the girl who blends into the background. A shy, soft-spoken 19-year-old from a modest family, she has spent her life believing that love-grand, passionate, all-consuming love-is meant for someone else. Not her. On the other hand, 𝗔𝘃𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 is a man who stands out in every room. A charming, confident 24-year-old pilot born into privilege, he's spent his life soaring through the skies, seeking excitement in every adventure. But beneath the easy smiles and playful flirtations, he's searching for something real, something that anchors him. When a single swipe on a dating app throws them into each other's orbit, neither expects the connection to be anything more than a fleeting spark. Yet, as their late-night conversations turn into something deeper, as stolen glances grow into unspoken confessions, they begin to unravel each other's hearts in ways they never saw coming. But love isn't just about butterflies-it's about weathering the storm. As doubts and differences arise, will Shivanya see her own worth, and can Avyansh prove his feelings are real?

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ ~Amani x Zeeshan [all of my books can be read in any order, even though they mention the characters from other stories, but they are not linked]

Sitara Mehra has one obsession: Samar Kapoor, the superstar cricketer she's been obsessed with for years. She knows his interviews by heart, can quote his stats in her sleep, and has dreamed of meeting him... though she'd never imagined it would actually happen. When Sitara starts her master's at university, she doesn't expect her roommate Meher to be anyone special. That is, until she discovers Meher is Samar's cousin. Close friendship, playful secrets, and shared stories pull Sitara closer to the world she's only admired from afar. Little does she know, Samar has been silently noticing her long before they met, captivated by her genuine love for him, her quirks, and the little things that make her... Sitara. From awkward meet-cutes to flustered encounters, stolen glances, and the heart-throbbing realization that her fantasy might not be just a dream, this is a story about love that's cute, chaotic, and completely irresistible. Tropes: • Cricketer BF x Commoner GF • Cute, simple love • Celebrity love • She fell first, he fell harder • Modern-day romance 🏅#1 in Cricket love story

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War