Manan

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.

"Khushi wanted to be invisible. The Rathores made her their Queen." ​After being abandoned by her own blood, Khushi Kashyap only knows how to survive. She doesn't expect to find a soulmate in her roommate, Aavya, or a family that treats her like their own daughter. ​And she certainly didn't expect Abhiraj Rathore. ​He is the 'King' of the campus and the secret 'Mafia King' of the desert. He sees through her masks and protects her shadows. ​Claiming the Broken Sunshine is a story of healing, massive family chaos, and a love so powerful it can rewrite destiny. Grumpy X Sunshine Hidden Identity Slow Burn Found Family Indian Romance

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 • Her husband left after their wedding night and never returned. Now the only person she isn't allowed to love... is the one she's falling for... Will she fight her heart, or surrender to fate? ✦Indian Erotica ✦Village Romance ✦Taboo Love ✦Second Chance Romance ✦Abandoned Wife ✦Healing

Book one of 'His' series Vihaan Malhotra a successful businessman as well as underworld mafia. A billionaire man who doesn't think at all before killing people. If he is betrayed, double crossed, cheated then he makes people's life worse than hell. But an unexpected meeting with a girl turns his world upside down. But he doesn't know anything about the girl: even her name, But will he be able to meet her again Or will he lose her? Mahi Singhaniya is the only daughter in her family, she gets whatever she wants. She is the princess of both the brothers. Her dream is to become a successful RJ, the whole world is crazy about her voice but she fell in love with someone else's voice. Her belief is that whatever is hers is hers only and if anyone touches any of her things then she does not think of doing anything wrong. She only heard his voice. She has not seen him. Will she be able to meet him again? and even if she meets him, will she be able to recognize him?

She came to Devgarh broken, carrying silence where her voice should have been. He was the Sarpanch-feared, distant, and a man who never crossed his own lines. What begins as protection slowly turns into something neither of them names... until care becomes habit, presence becomes comfort, and love grows quietly between them. This is not a story of saving. It is a story of choosing-again and again. A love built on respect, restraint, and the courage to stay. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Soft Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc