Jiya They say love should be loud. Mine was never. Mine was silent, hiding, stealing glances. Happy to see him, his smile. Shattered when wounds crash his body. Mujhse sab pata hai. Unki pasand, unki Napasand. Sab kuch. I know how he likes his tea, less sweet and steaming hot. His food is filled with spices, with a lemon squeezed on top. I know he loves his job, his men, he loves Ajay bhaiya, he adores Naina. When you know you don't deserve love, you wait for it. Relentless. Never asking anything back. Just them. Just him. My life is him. My breath is his. My body is his. My existence is only to love him. Only for me to love him. Not for him to love me. Mujhe nahi pata pyaar mehsoos karna kya hota hai, par pyaar karna main jaanti hoon. Par kabhi kabhi, apne pyaar ko chhodna zarrori hota hai, taaki woh aapke pyaar ko ek zimmedaari samajh kar apni zindagi na kaat le. Taaki woh uss pyaar ko mehsoos kar sake, jo aap nahi kabhi nahi kiya. Yash She waits, and waits, waits. As if wanting to win a price for waiting. Relentless. Never asking anything. Living in a house I built with no warmth. But slowly adding her touch, her warmth, her colours. I don't know how she knows everything about me. The way I like my food, my tea. Everything. How do you love someone? Mujhse nahi pata. Kuch nahi pata. But when the world threatens to take her away, something inside me shifts..... Mujhse nahi pata, kya? Par woh. woh pyaar nahi hai, mujhse pata nahi. Par woh..... meri bahut kuch hai.

Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

[ a desi dialogue story ] when a feisty entrepreneur texts the wrong number and the funny engineer can't help but fall for her.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

They say Kashmir is where heaven meets earth. But sometimes, it's where hearts collide and destinies change. When a medical relief trip takes Dr. Swara Yadav to the snow-covered valleys of Kashmir, she expects fun hours, not cries and bullets in the air. Caught in a sudden terrorist attack, she rushes to save a life-only to be rescued by Tristan. With roads blocked, new places and communication dead, both are forced to stay at a stranger's house. They found each other in the peace and stillness of snow... but will love survive the noise of reality? Dive into the story of Swara and Tristan to know where destiny takes them both.