In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

A king who fears nothing. A girl he was never supposed to love. Some people fight for love. He was ready to rule the world... and burn it, if he had to. He could silence an entire kingdom... but never the obsession growing inside his own heart. "Log baatein kar rahe hain." She whispered . "Log? Humaari nazrein kis par tikti hain...iska hisaab hum mahal mein kisi ko dena zaruri nahi samajhte." He spoke aggressively. ... He nodded two to three times before saying. "Bhaag lijiye.." She instantly lifted her gaze. "Jitna aap bhaag sakti hain.. Aur jitna hum aapko bhaagne de rahe hain.." His brows furrowed sharply once again. "Lekin ek baat yaad rakhiyega.. Jis din humaara sabr toota." His breathing came out harshly near her nose.. "Hum aapko vachan dete hain.. Us din.. Hum yeh bhaagne pakadne ka khel khatm kar denge." Tropes❤️ KingXCommoner ShyXPossessive Slowburn Forbidden love He falls first and harder

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*