𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠: 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑣𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠-𝑡𝑜-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎. ~ "Wanna smoke or not?" "What's the relation between smoking and coming closer to me?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Hai, kyu ni hai," Exhaling another slow plume of grey smoke, he whispered roughly, "Lighter toh nibad liya, so the only option left is lighting your cig with mine and..." He tilted his head, leaving a fingertip's distance between the tip of his cigarette and mine. "And?" I prompted. "And that requires me to be closer to you." I stared at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, then gestured toward the unlit cigarette. He brought the glowing tip of his cigarette toward mine, only to freeze just before they touched. "Why the hell did you stop?" I muttered, holding the cigarette firmly between my lips. "I can't light it..." he said, his gaze dropping to the single inch of space keeping our bodies apart. Agh... This man is teasing me way too much. "You can bend," I suggested. "My back hurts," he said, stepping away just a fraction. "Koi ni, kal lighter laa dyunga fer-" Before he could finish, I hooked a finger through his chain and yanked him forward, erasing that final inch between us. His hand instantly slammed against my waist to catch his balance, his eyes snapping down to lock with mine. "Now will you light it?" He let out a low, husky chuckle. Then leaned in, pressing the burning tip of his cigarette straight into mine until both embers flared together.

First book of "The Fate & Folly" SERIES #1- #Wattpad (05-09-2026) #1- Punjab #1- Cute #1- Meerut #1- Haryana #1-Introverti #1- Politics #1- Jatt Basuri Gupta is a quiet B.Sc. student from Meerut who comes to Bathinda to study, expecting nothing more than a new city, new people, and a degree to take back home. Nihal Sandhu is the college Union President-powerful, respected, hot-headed, and used to having people listen when he speaks. She has no interest in getting involved with him. He has no intention of staying away from her. But when a girl who wants nothing to do with the college's most influential man somehow becomes the one person he can't seem to ignore, things begin to change. Why does Nihal care so much about a girl who barely gives him a second glance? Why does Basuri, despite knowing exactly what kind of man he is, slowly become the only person who can calm him? And when their worlds collide outside the college gates, will what started between them remain just a college story-or become something neither of them can walk away from? Sometimes, you don't fall in love with someone. You simply find yourself unable to imagine life without them.

These stories aren't here to comfort you. They pull. Slowly. Quietly. Until you don't realize when you stopped reading... and started feeling. This isn't shallow writing meant to impress. It's the kind that lingers-where tension builds, where moments stretch, where something inside you leans in instead of stepping back. You might question it. You might pause. But you won't leave. Also... You've been warned. These stories slip into darker spaces-where lines blur and choices don't feel so simple anymore. If this isn't for you, you're free to leave. No hard feelings. But if you choose to stay... then what you feel, what you think, what pulls you deeper- that's yours to carry. Not mine. .

He is the law of Mohali. She is a storm he intends to cage. At thirty-two, Arjan Singh Dhaliwal operates in a world where power is absolute, promises are binding, and his word is the final law. As a ruthless, sharp-tongued MLA, he doesn't know how to negotiate, and he certainly doesn't know how to lose. When he sets his dark, piercing gaze on the fierce and beautiful daughter of the Bajwa house, he doesn't just want her hand in marriage...he wants absolute ownership of her heart, her defiance, and her destiny. At twenty-five, Dr. Kudrat Kaur Bajwa has dedicated her life to healing, independence, and the open sky. She is an untamable sparrow with a spicy resilience and a stubborn heart. But a single sight at her, binds her to the powerful Dhaliwal lineage, turning her world upside down. Forced into a marriage wrapped in grand Punjabi traditions, heavy crimson velvet, and ancestral pride, she vows never to bow to the arrogant politician who claimed her. "Look at what you just did! You dragged me like an animal! You don't want a wife, Arjan Dhaliwal, you want a slave! You want to kill my dreams, my career, my identity! You want to lock me in your mansion!" "Je agli vaar pair vi baahar kaddia, te main lataan bhann deniyaan teriyaan. (If next time you even step a foot outside, I will break your legs myself.) I will do whatever it takes to keep you right where you belong......beside me." ... This is a punjabi story, contains translation... Tropes: 1. Age Gap (32 & 25) 2. Alpha / Morally Grey Male Lead 3. Fierce / Independent Female Lead 4. Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity 5. Possessive male lead 6.He Falls First & Harder

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

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.

Naina Verma never imagined her first job posting would bring her to the unfamiliar streets of Haryana. Far away from her small town, family, and comfort, she struggles to adjust to a place filled with silence, fear, and strangers who never feel safe. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Daksh Lohchab - Daksh is exactly the kind of person Naina should stay away from. Yet behind his rough exterior lies an unexpected calm... a strange sense of protection she cannot explain. In a city that scares her every day, Daksh slowly becomes the only thing that feels safe. A story of fear, loneliness, protection, and a love that begins where comfort ends.

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

"तुझे अपनी ज़द में ले लूँ कुछ इस क़दर, कि तेरे पास भी जाने के लिए तुझे मेरी इजाज़त लगे।" (I wish to take you into my possession in such a way, that even to reach yourself, you would need my permission.) °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° 🔥 WHAT'S INSIDE • Unhinged & Obsessed Male lead x Sassy & Strong Female Lead • Touch Her and Die •Dark Desi Romance •Forced Proximity | 18+ | Protection • Romantic Mystery Thriller / Indian desi Romance

She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml