𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

Book 2 in Political series Not a standalone so please read Book 1 (YMC) He was the M.L.A who hated the word 'Love'. Defeated by life he stepped up again only to Conquer the unthinkable. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 :- The Politician who once known as a guy for his short temper and reckless actions was now known as one of the most influential M.L.A of the state. The man who made his regret and grief his shield. The man who promised to breath just for his younger brother's promise and Elder brother's love. Until she made him feel alive again... His Dil-e-noor She was that friendly and helpful GenZ assistant professor at the University and also a little bit famous influencer known for her obsession about a certain M.L.A. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 :- The woman who was always a stranger among her blood. The woman who would go to any extent just to get her freedom back. She knew freedom comes with a price....but this price was too hefty for her to pay but also too appealing for her to refuse. Until she saw those eyes...those eyes that promised to give it all to her.... Her Rana Ji Asst. Professor × 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 second story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language

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.

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

#Top 6 in India (19/04, 22/08/26) #Top 7 in India (23/08/26) 𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐮 ~𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ➺ 𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 x 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 Dark Romance | 18+ Izhaan Khan, a cold eyed business tycoon and single father, who has sworn never to let another woman close again. After his wife abandoned him the day she gave birth to their daughter and ran away with her lover, his world hardened into steel-silent, ruthless, unbreakable. His only weakness is his 6 month old baby girl, Ayla... and he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her. Noorain Siddiqui, once believed love was enough. She married the man she fall in love at first sight, the one to whome she trusted more than anyone else and married him against all the odds, her high profile status, and family disagreement. Only to be abused, used and discarded - called a burden by the very person who vowed to protect her. Her life shattered when she her baby the day she was born. Broken but breathing, Noorain escapes the marriage with her brother's help, determined to rebuild herself from the ashes. What happens when fate ties Izhaan and Noorain together? What happens when protection turns into longing and two people who never swore to love again starts falling for the second time again? But some ghosts don't stay burried. When secrets from thier past claw thier way back to their present. Now, Izhaan and Noorain must decide: Do they let fear and scars from their past, destroy their second chance at love - or do they fight for it, no matter the cost?

Scene one- She pick her phone and handbag, then stand in front of me, head high,eyes challenging, little smile and says "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂" She leaves, hips swaying, completely aware of the effect she has. My breath hitches. No. Stop. Control yourself, Scene two- As I am entering, I see that fucker shouting ,pointing directly at my wifey. "Who the hell are you hnnn" "𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝘂" I replies in cold voice sending a shiver down his spine. With three long steps, I reach him and punch that fucker three times and tell mumma and bunny to go in. But to my shock, my biwi take two steps ahead and kick that fucker hard at most sensitive area with her heels . With a smiling face she move in. Scene 3- He close his eyes, breathing unevenly, my name escaping from his mouth at end. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆" Leaving his hand, taking two steps back, arms cross, in low and teasing voice, I speak up "𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵" He open his dark eyes , stare at me shamelessly, finally speak up "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲" I chuckle, and move ahead.Placing my feet softly over his feet,closing the distance to his ear, sending a soft breath teasingly near his ear and whisper, "𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆" He stand there, System hange 440 volt ka jatka Banda out of planet Please don't judge my book, it's my first book. You need to read till chapter 12 for all above scenes. Tropes- IPS Officer × Professor Mature × Childish Arranged Marriage He Fell First & Harder Strong fl

#Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju