A fictional BL historical romance filled with kingdoms, power, rivalry, obsession, and love. For more about the story, its themes, and tropes, check out the "Story Description"...

A Royal family renowned for their illustrious name and fame, A family full of pride and rage, A Family for which everyone bows their head - The Agnihotri's. This story is about boys who possess a unique blend of qualities - they are cold, rude, powerful, self-assured, confident, and charming. They have an undeniable allure, despite the devilish side they sometimes exhibit. Their faces radiate heavenly looks, yet their personality is made by the Devil. This combination of traits makes them fascinating and captivating to those around them, drawing them in with an irresistible force. The boys' personalities are complex and intriguing, offering a glimpse into the complexity of human nature. What if the lives of those boys intertwine with those of the girls who are brimming with passion? The ones who know how to put everything in its rightful place, and who refuse to bow their head to anyone. Who can predict the tale of these four couples, each distinct from the other?

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑰𝒓𝒊𝒔?" ----- 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑻𝑰 Banerjee × 𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑰𝑲𝑹𝑰𝑻 Singh Rajvansh It is not a love story which starts with beautiful eye contacts and unexpected meets its a planned game of fate which led to bloodshed battles and hunger of revenge. 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒊 and 𝑨𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒕 two souls completely different but somehow their paths intertwined in an unwanted marriage of revenge and the forbidden tension started. {TROPES} ROYAL ROMANCE ENEMIES TO LOVERS STRONG ML x STRONG FML GRUMPY X SUNSHINE DARK ROMANCE FORCED MARRIAGE AGE GAP ANGST HE FELL FIRST X HARDER ROYAL BLOODED MYSTERY FORCED PROXIMITY TOUCH HER AND DIE SLOW BURN Read 𝑬𝒌 𝑫𝒊𝒍 𝑬𝒌 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏 to find out what fate has planned for them.

Vidhi Sharma had one goal in life, happiness. Not wealth. Not escape. Just the simple, stubborn belief that joy could exist even in the shadows of Rang Mahal, where hope was dangerous and dreams were luxuries women like her mother couldn't afford. Shivansh Randhawa had no use for happiness. He lived in power, ambitions, and the fulfillment of his father's dying promise. Emotion was a weakness. And love? Love was the kind of ruin he had watched destroy his own father. Their first meeting is a disaster. It should have ended there. But fate has a cruel way of pulling them back, again and again into each other's orbit, until distance becomes impossible. And when their worlds truly collide into each other, he starts to want her. And she falls, against her better judgment, despite every warning, every instinct, for the one man who was never meant to be hers. Until she discovers the truth and realizes she was never the woman he wanted, only the key to something he needed, it's already too late. it's already too late. She is already in love with him. And he has already destroyed her. Now, the only question left is whether a man who has never cared about anyone can learn to fight for the one person who made him feel something real. Or if some hearts are too broken to be worth saving. Because Shivansh Randhawa doesn't give a damn about anyone. Until the one who became his happiness.

#Book 1 of " LOVE THAT STAY" Series   𓍯𓂃 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀: 𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ──── ୨୧ ──── Prologue Sitting in front of the mirror and wearing a red bridal lehnga, I am ready to be his bride, bride of the person whom I love from when even I didn't know the meaning of the word love. And do you think I am happy? Well, it's tough to answer because he is marrying me just for my sake, and his also a little bit. Things are so complicated between us. He hates love, and I love him the most. And this marriage is not even a namesake. It's just he didn't want to be a groom in his whole damn life, and I didn't want to be a bride if the person is not him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Tropes Childhood love Broken × healer One-sided love × mutual Handcrafter × photographer Emotional scars She fell first and harder He felt it later Unspoken feelings Slow burn Right person, wrong time ──── ୨୧ ──── Dedication To the broken souls who kept loving, and to the ones who unknowingly healed them. ──── ୨୧ ────

Aayat Kapoor is a grumpy, sharp-tongued woman who dislikes almost everyone and prefers staying out of people's business. But when her property is suddenly questioned despite all official approvals being in place, she refuses to stay silent. Instead of running around offices or waiting for paperwork to clear, she walks straight into the Chief Minister's office in Mumbai to demand answers herself. That decision changes everything. Mihir Raghuvanshi, the powerful and feared Chief Minister of Maharashtra, is known for his strict control, cold demeanor, and zero tolerance for chaos. He expects respect, not confrontation. But Aayat doesn't care who he is, she speaks to him the same way she would speak to anyone trying to dismiss her rights. What starts as a heated confrontation quickly turns into an unexpected situation neither of them anticipates. Political pressure, public perception, and a sudden twist of circumstances force them into a contract marriage meant to solve a short-term crisis and protect both their interests. Aayat agrees reluctantly, she has no trust in people, and definitely no interest in love. Mihir agrees for reasons of his own, keeping his emotions locked away behind discipline and power. But living under the same roof changes things. Aayat, who thought she was done with life's complications, slowly begins to see a different side of Mihir, someone who is unexpectedly calm with her, protective in quiet ways, and strangely attentive. Mihir, who has always kept people at a distance, finds himself drawn to her honesty, her temper, and the way she refuses to be intimidated by him. Still, the contract has an expiration date. And both of them know it. The real question becomes not how they agreed to it, but whether something real can grow inside something that was never meant to last. Or whether duty, power, and circumstance will eventually force them apart. To know what happens read the story.

Alyana Rajput - the royal princess of Jaipur. Trained in kathak, fluent in the language of grace, and raised amidst palace courtyards echoing with tradition. Behind her poised smile lies a heart that had always belonged to one man: Krishvardhan Singh Shekhawat (𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡). Heir to a powerful political legacy, Krish left behind his flourishing international business empire to shoulder the weight of his family's name in Rajasthan's turbulent political landscape. Sharp, disciplined, and bound by duty, Krishvardhan (krish) is a man haunted by a past love - one that refuses to fade. Their marriage was not just an alliance, but Alyana's long-awaited dream. But in the corridors of power, silence is deeper, and love takes time to speak. As tradition clashes with desire, and past shadows with present promises, Alyana and Krish must find their way to each other - through power, pain, and untold longing. A story of royalty, responsibility, and the slow-burning ache of unspoken love. ༺✿༻ Starting date: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.

🌹 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 Aria arrives at her new school carrying more than just a past-she carries a silence sharp enough to cut. She doesn't look for attention, she doesn't ask for friendship, and she definitely doesn't believe in love. Not anymore. Her world is built on rules: Stay small. Stay quiet. Stay hidden. But everything starts to shift the moment Shivansh Rawat begins to notice her in ways she can't ignore. He watches her the way no one ever has-carefully, respectfully, like he's trying to understand the shadows she refuses to speak about. He doesn't push. He doesn't pry. Yet somehow, he gets closer than anyone should be able to. His presence is steady. His patience is disarming. And his care? It's the kind of dangerous that scares her... because she wants it. Aria feels the walls she built trembling against him-this boy who quietly steps into the spaces she guards most fiercely. He makes her question everything she believes about trust, safety, and love itself. But darkness doesn't disappear just because someone kind walks in. As she becomes part of a world filled with loud laughter, fierce loyalty, and friendships that burn bright-Rohan and Avni's fiery clashes, Saavi and Akshat's warm, teasing spark-Aria begins to feel something she has long forgotten: Hope. Hope that terrifies her as much as her past ever did. Because secrets don't stay buried forever. Sometimes they rise exactly when you start to heal. And Aria's past carries shadows that don't loosen their grip easily. Guarded Heart is a story of slow-burning romance, emotional unraveling, and the quiet bravery it takes to let love in when you've learned to fear it. Some hearts hide because they've been hurt. Some hearts protect because they care. And some hearts... collide so intensely, the world around them shifts. 💞 Slow Burn × Emotional Healing 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🫶 Brother's Best Friend 🌸 Found Family & Fierce Friendships 📖 School Life

Tropes Forced Arranged marriage Enemies to lovers Banter Billionaire North Indian X South Indian Best friend's brother Sassy heroine Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she's officially living in her worst nightmare. HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch a three-hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins on everyone's shocked face). ❌ That's worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job.This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation. KARTHICK: If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you really need to pee. She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence. The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage, accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get... and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding. It's an all out war.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​