Arohi Sangwan was born fragile in a house full of power, where silence became her shield. Lakshya Choudhary, Haryana's feared young leader, carried rage behind calm eyes. One broken girl. One dangerous man. Between politics, obsession, fear and love, their story was never meant to be soft... it was meant to burn.

"I worship the floor you walk on " wala pyaar ~ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓫 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪𝓻 Grumpy×sunshine Minister×student Disciplined×Chaotic He fell first and didn't rise... Not your regular obsessive wala story Used the help of our very own ChatGPT

Unknown: Unblock my official account. And save this number. It is my personal line. My heart skipped. I sat up, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The sheer arrogance of him-commanding me even through a text message. Aahana: No. I won't. I told you, I want to be left alone. I stared at the "Seen" receipt. It only took ten seconds for the reply to come back. Unknown: Are you sure? Or would you prefer I come to your house to discuss it in person? It will take me exactly five minutes to reach your gate. ******** Aahana Sharma thrives in the shadows. As a shy, introverted college student, her only goal is to graduate unnoticed. But anonymity becomes an impossible luxury the day Devansh Rajvanshi locks his piercing gaze onto her. Devansh is a ruthless politician who gets whatever he wants-and he wants Aahana. Striking a cold, calculated deal with her struggling family, he forces her into a marriage she never asked for. Aahana is terrified of her new, imposing husband, a man whose jealousy burns like a wildfire and whose possessiveness leaves her breathless. To Devansh, she isn't just a wife; she is his absolute fixation, the only pure thing in his corrupt world. Trapped in his golden cage, Aahana vows never to let him into her heart. But behind Devansh's terrifyingly fierce protection lies a raw, consuming devotion that begins to blur the lines between fear and desire. As the quiet student is dragged into the chaotic glare of his political world, she realizes the monster everyone fears would gladly burn the world down just to keep her safe. Can she survive the heat of his obsession, or will she lose her heart to the man who forced her to wear his ring? ******************* #2 politician (27/6/26) #1politician (28/6/26) #1 mine (27/9/26)

«"सांगवान घराने में दो चीज़ां की कीमत सबसे ज्यादा सै-जुबान अर इज्जत।"» At 28, Yuvraj Sangwan, the only heir to Haryana's most powerful political family, is preparing to fight his first election from Rohtak. At 20, Myra Sharma, a second-year BBA student, dreams of building a corporate empire-not becoming someone's wife. One accidental collision. One forgotten apology. One unforgettable question. She doesn't remember the man she bumped into. He can't forget the girl who never looked up. When politics collides with ambition, and legacy stands against dreams... Will love be enough, or will power have the final vote? . Madam Ji | A Haryanvi Political Romance "राजनीति मैं जीत-हार तो रोज बदलै सै... पर कुछ रिश्ते ऐसे होवें सैं, जिनका फैसला ना जनता करै सै, ना किस्मत... बस वक़्त करै सै।"

Rajvansh Raisinghania A cold person for the outside people but loves his family very much. He is handsome with 6.2 height. He is a billionaire. He is the CEO of his father's company. In a situation he gets to know that he was engaged to a girl when he is young and he doesn't even a know about her ,He even didn't meet her before. Riddhima Sharma She is sweet and innocent girl who loves cooking and runs a restaurant on her own and she becomes a brave girl if it is for her family. She gets to know that she was engaged when she was literally a baby. What will happens when their life collides with each other will they able to love each other after their marriage.

Medha Rajput, 26 yrs old, Is a billionaire who owns numerous restaurants and resorts. A ruthless and emotionless businesswoman, she can silence anyone with just one glare. Feared by many, no one dares to cross her. But beneath her tough exterior lies a broken girl-abused by her grandparents, bullied in school and college, and ignored by the parents she once sought comfort from. Once a sweet, slightly chubby girl, an incident shattered her, turning her heart to stone. At 18, she left India and built an empire, becoming a name that evokes fear and respect in the business world. Shourya Thakur, 28 yrs old Is a billionaire with businesses worldwide. Ruthless and emotionless to the world, he is a sunshine boy at home, deeply loving his parents. He despises people, trusts no one, and rejects love after a brutal breakup. To his family, he is jolly and warm, but to outsiders, he is cold and untouchable, unfazed by women throwing themselves at him. Beneath his bright exterior lies a terrifying truth-he is the cruel and feared head of the Indian mafia, a secret even his family doesn't know. A man no one dares to cross. When Medha and Shourya are bound by an arranged marriage, their cold hearts collide, secrets unravel, and as he fights to love her, she battles the fear of finally being worthy-dive into the book to witness their storm unfold.

The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt. What will happen when Aadhira is forced to live with her biological family whom she hates the most? Her family abandoned her when she was a new-born, so why are they claiming her now? Will she ever be able to forgive them for the things they did to her? Will she ever be able to love and accept them? Will her family be able to remove the seed of hatred she has for them or will Aadhira's hatred grow? For more stay tuned

Top - 2 in india ( 9/2/2026) In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.