Aadhvik singh Chaudhary. The name itself carries his aura . His presence is Enough to send a shiver down people spine . The ruthless , respected, feared and loved politician. MLA of rohtak , haryana . A man who likes he came straight out of a bollywood movie. He got those genes . Hyeee ! Sara XX chromosome samaj fidda h unpe. 27 years old .6'2 feet tall , broad shoulders, tanned body , gym guy, rich generational wealthy , beard , black dark hair and those brown eyes. He is not someone cold , brooding guy who can't smile and can't love or heartbroken majnu He is a top desi haryanvi jaat . And his smile and smirk can kill people . Vaise to janab those distant rehte h ladkiyon s par unki " *madam ji*" k aage to vo bich jaaien . The extroverted guy with his people. He isn't some picture perfect guy he have anger issues and ego problems and is self obsessed but unki " *doctor sahiba* " kr dengi theek unhe. Now..... Priyanshi yadav . Mbbs student. Haryanvi girl from rewari , thought she doesn't have that accent and have seen her mom suffering whole life in a marriage which lacks love . Loves to read fictional romance but believes no one gets that in real life and if someone does then either it's fake or god takes it instantly. thinks that her fate is like Jethalal . Awesome ! She hated indian political system and politician and thinks they are the best liars and actors.

Mature (18+) free on stck That slap shattered Mishti's entire life in a heartbeat. She walked straight into the path of a danger that could erase her existence in the snap of a finger. Mishti, a 22-year-old woman, doesn't know where her parents are. She grew up as an orphan, adopted at the age of 4 and abandoned again by the age of 15. Ever since, Mishti lived a quiet life full of struggle. Living in a government hostel, she started working early to support her basic needs. never hurt a single soul in her entire life, until Until one day, when she crosses paths with Viraj Pratap Singh Shekhawat (29), the hidden face behind the ruling party of the state, the eldest son of the current Chief Minister Pratap Singh Shekhawat. Viraj, a civilised brute serving as one of the Directors of Shekhawat Group of Industries, handles his father's political career from behind along with his two younger brothers. The family has a history in politics with Viraj's grandfather and great grandfather serving as Chief Ministers in past. Id - MomoKiChutney1 or momokichutbey1.stck.me

Selin Junaid was once a girl with a quiet crush on her best friend's brother, Sami Khan-an army-bound man who was emotionally guarded (introvert). But it remained secretive one sided. When the heartbreak of his engagement drove her abroad, she vowed to forget him. But years later, success brings her home for a wedding of her best friend... and face to face with the one man she tried to forget. Sami Khan is the tough and stoic captain of the army but from inside he is shy, introverted and easy to be flustered when it comes to her. He also carries his own baggage from the past. Selin Junaid is a business tycoon. Bold and feisty by nature but also carries insecurities about her body. Her resolve always crumbled when it came to him. This time, will they fight for what they once let go? Could they hold on the second chance? ≧ TROUPS ≦ Best Friend's Brother/ sister's best friend Second Chance Romance Introvert x Extrovert Unrequited Love (turned mutual) Marriage of Fate / Destiny She Fell First, He Fell Harder Emotionally Guarded and Shy Hero Strong, Independent Heroine Protective Male Lead Slow Burn Military Romance ◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍ Started: 28 May 2025 Ended: 9 August 2025

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and forgotten by her own family. She lives like an invisible person in her own house, someone who just simply exists but is never truly noticed. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

She was born from silence. Raised by dreams. Arunika's world was once soft - college corridors, secondhand books, the quiet hum of a life untouched by darkness. Until one night... she met him. One wrong turn. One fateful night. And she collides with him - the nation's most feared mafia... and its most powerful politician. In a world ruled by sin, secrets, and silver bullets, her innocence becomes her weapon - and her curse. As she's pulled deeper into the underworld's ruthless maze, every truth she uncovers burns another piece of her past. Until she discovers the one secret that changes everything - who she really is. Between love that wounds and power that destroys, will Arunika rise as their pawn... or their downfall? ✨ In the city of guns and power will an angel learn how to sin. . . . Welcome to His Deewaniyat - where hearts break, secrets bleed, and desire becomes the deadliest sin. 🖤

Everyone in the city knew Kabir Rathore. Not by his face- but by his name spoken in whispers. He controlled ports, money routes, men who didn't ask questions. He wasn't loud. He wasn't cruel for fun. His power came from silence-and from the fact that no one ever saw him lose control. Until Aanya. She wasn't part of his world. A simple girl-soft voice, cotton dupatta, eyes that still believed people were good. She worked in a small bookstore near the old market, unaware that the street she crossed every day belonged to him. One wrong night . One wrong place . She witnessed something she wasn't meant to. Kabir didn't threaten her. Didn't raise his voice. Didn't touch her. She lived in his house like a shadow- safe, watched, untouched. He never entered her room. Never asked questions. Never explained himself. But he made sure: No one scared her. No one raised a voice near her. No blood ever crossed her sight. At night, Aanya would hear gunshots far away. In the morning, Kabir would sit across from her at breakfast, sleeves rolled up, hands clean, eyes unreadable. "You're not afraid of me?" he asked once. She swallowed. "I am," she said honestly. "But I think you're afraid of yourself more." That was the first crack. Kabir had built his life on control. And she-without trying-was undoing it. He started coming home earlier. Violence made him restless instead of calm. Her presence felt dangerous... not because she was weak- -but because she was good. And good things didn't survive in his world. The city called him a monster. She saw a man who stood between her and darkness- even when he himself was the darkness.

Hoorain Khanzada was the definition of purity-the ASP's daughter with a heart full of faith and a life planned in straight lines. Shameer Raizada was the chaos that tore those lines apart. He is the "Bad Boy" of Islamabad's elite-arrogant, lethal, and driven by a dark ego. He didn't marry her for love; he married her to own her. He wants to break her spirit, but every time she bows before her Creator, he finds his own stone-cold heart shattering. "You are mine, Hoor. Every breath you take, every prayer you whisper. Even if you hate me, you'll do it from the safety of my arms." He is a Lion who knows only how to hunt. She is a Wild Cat who refuses to be tamed. Can a man who has forgotten his Creator find his way back through the eyes of the woman he claimed to hate? Or will their pride destroy them both before the first prayer of dawn?

"you tattooed me" I still cant believe it . I am in shock "I want you , I own you" "that's it ?, you are not even sorry?" I tried to stood up , angry , his hold tightened , I sighed "why would I be sorry?" "because you gave me a permanent tattoo" "because you will permanently be with me riti, its death do us apart" the story between a normal middle class family girl working under his father and a doctor ,son of the biggest mafia in India he needs obedience and she doesn't follow rules what they both need is love Dhriti and Calvin love may or may not last longer , OBSESSION does

⚠️ WARNING: For 18+ Readers Only 🔞 This story contains explicit language, period-accurate themes, and raw, high-intensity eroticism. 🔥 In the shadow of the Rajasthan's Rajgarh Fort, a secret is about to break. 🏰 The year is 1937. A tragic accident has left the Maharaja a broken shell of a man, leaving his young Queen, Meera Devi, trapped in a life of silent grief. But the silence is about to be shattered. Deep in the palace stables, away from the prying eyes of the court, a primal connection ignites between the Maharani and Bhanu, the new mahout from the Bastar jungles. He is a man of raw strength, exactly what her body craves! Raw. Primitive. Unforgettable. 🔥 Experience the heat of a passion that could burn an entire kingdom to the ground. Are you ready to enter the Stables?

"𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘, 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗" ⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧ "Don't you have manners?" I paused mid-step, confused. "Wh - what?" I managed to whisper, not looking at him. He stepped closer, now standing directly in front of me. His voice didn't raise, but it held the weight of quiet authority. "Is that how you behave when a senior is standing in front of you?" I blinked. My grip on the book tightened. I couldn't even meet his eyes. "I - I didn't..." I fumbled, but no words formed. He tilted his head slightly. "Did you forget the rule? You're supposed to greet your seniors" I swallowed hard. His presence was overwhelming. My mind felt blank, my tongue frozen. "You forgot, right?" he repeated, this time a little slower like he was testing me. I glanced up just for a second and said, in a voice barely audible, "I'm sorry sir. Good morning." ⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧ Kaya Rao - sweet, spiritual, and strong beyond her years. A quiet fighter chasing her tech dreams, yet finding peace only in music. Hridayansh Mehra - rich, spoiled, and untouchable. A heartthrob with anger for armor and music burning as his secret dream. Two opposites. Senior and junior. She, the quiet storm. He, the reckless fire. And when storm meets fire, it won't just be about music anymore- it will be about obsession, surrender, and a love too dangerous to resist.