"You're mine now, whether I chose you or not. Remember that." His words weren't a promise. They were a warning. In the ordered world of Indian Army officer Sanddeep Singh Rawat, discipline rules every moment - there's no room for laughter, love, or looseness. He wears his uniform like a second skin and keeps his emotions locked away, a soldier shaped by duty and sacrifice. Then comes Sia Sharma - fresh out of college, full of warmth and surprise, thrust into a life she never planned. Their worlds collide over an arranged meeting that feels more like a mission briefing than a beginning. As families negotiate alliances and destiny is decided with a quiet nod, an unexpected truth settles like a shadow - this marriage is a match of convenience and compromise, not choice or chance. With Sanddeep's eyes always on the next posting and Sia's heart caught between duty and desire, their journey begins where promises sound more like orders. For Sia, love is supposed to feel different. But in a life where absence speaks louder than presence, and sacrifices come wrapped in silent expectations - will their hearts find room to beat as one? Or will love forever be the soldier left waiting behind the lines?

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

Rudraansh Rajvanshi × Nyra Deshmukh ( Fire × Fire )

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ❝ मुश्किलों में ये डाले, जो भी चाहे करा ले बदले ये दिलों के फैसले... ❞ ❝ मन का मौजी इश्क तो जी, अलबेली सी राहों पे ले चले... ❞ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school...and each other. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ₊˚⊹♡⊹˚₊ Some of them grew up with salutes, posting orders, and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some are chasing stars they haven't earned yet and Some have spent years dreaming of uniforms that still don't belong to them. And all of them are slowly discovering that love has terrible timing. ⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆ Protective best friends. Overprotective brothers. Teasing siblings. Ridiculous dares. Accidental hand-holds. The one who falls first. The one who falls harder. And the one who swears they aren't in love while being painfully, hopelessly obvious. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ Because clearing exams is hard. Clearing NDA is harder. But surviving high school while pretending you don't love someone? That might just be the toughest battle of all. ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ ₊˚⊹⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ A story about dreams. About friends

He volunteered to survive. He volunteered to forget who he was. He volunteered to become something else entirely. He is trained to obey, trained to endure, trained to become a weapon. By the time he reaches Pakistan, the line between man and mission is gone. Loyalty, love, family-everything is expendable. And yet... some things refuse to stay buried. Memories. Regret. The weight of a life he can never return to. In a world of betrayal, gray choices, and consequences that never end, how much of yourself can you lose before you stop being human? They call him an Asset. He calls it survival.

🕯️My first story.. Major Paresh Chauhan - age 32, Para SF officer. Ruthless. Commanding. Brilliant. Known for his razor-sharp mind and battlefield instincts, Paresh is a man who thrives in chaos and obeys only his own code. Muscular, tall, and strikingly handsome, he hides scars behind authority, and a heart long buried beneath duty. Bella Mehra - age 28, tech prodigy and civilian project lead. Independent, compassionate, and sharper than she appears. Bella has spent her life helping others, but never learned how to help herself. Soft-spoken yet unbreakably strong, she's the kind of woman who believes in peace - even while the world around her burns. Their worlds were never meant to meet. Until a high-stakes military-civilian operation drags them together. Until a data breach threatens national security and she's the one blamed. And until an impossible decision is made behind closed doors, To protect her... she must marry him. By the order of Army Command, signed off by retired General Vikram Chauhan, Paresh's father approved because army reputation. Their marriage is not love It's a cover-up. A strategy. A command For him, she's a burden of responsibility. For her, he's a cage she never chose. But fate doesn't care for comfort. And when war breaks out inside borders and hearts what lies beneath the uniform may matter more than any battlefields. • • • "He wore the uniform like armour. She saw the man beneath it."🕯️

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩