Maya Sharma battles to save her family's struggling horse ranch from financial ruin. With her father in a nursing home and debts piling up, Maya feels the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. Her childhood friend and longtime companion, Akshay, urges her to sell the ranch and move to the city with him, but Maya's loyalty to her family's legacy keeps her rooted. Desperate for a solution, she reluctantly agrees to meet with Dev Malhotra, a coldhearted yet successful businessman known for reviving failing properties. As Maya and Dev clash over control and vision for the ranch, an intense and unexpected attraction develops between them, leading to a complicated love story where passion, loyalty, and determination intertwine.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

He felt the cold touch of a gun at the back of his neck and despite himself, felt fear for a nanosecond. Imlie! It went away as soon as it appeared. He no longer needed to save her from anything. The gunman slowly lowered his face cloth and there he was. Satyakam. His face was impassive but his eyes were burning in cold fury. Aryan knew that stare shook the souls of braver men but he felt nothing. "Came to finally put me out of my misery?" Aryan asked casually, "What took you so long?" "You are crossing boundaries," Satyakam replied coldly. "Someone has to stop you." ************* A two-chapter story on the current leap track of Imlie as I sway between enjoying well-made episodes and the crying over how out of character they've made our Aryan Singh Rathore. The story reflects that as he hangs between being out of character and in character!

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

Book 1 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Dive into this Arranged Marriage which is spicy, salty and sweet. They saw, they fought, they quarrelled and they lived........ Enter into their life full of chaos and calm . . . . . . . . . . . . "Don't you fucking dare to touch my things. My family wanted a daughter-in-law and I wanted a wife for name-sake to ascend the throne of Rathores. So stay away from me and my things." He angrily spat. I was on the verge of breaking my patience. What do he think of himself. "DO YOU GET IT?" He yelled. And that's it. It was my saturation point. "NO!!!!, I don't get it and yes DO NOT YELL!!! I can also do that. May be better than you, so keep your voice down and I am not interested in you and your belongings from the fucking beginning. So don't worry I won't interfere in your personal space." I quoted the "personal space" giving pressure to that word. I think he is awestruck or may be shocked that I gave him a reply. He came close, I mean deadly closer that our breaths mingled together. But I didn't budge from my position. We were only a inch far from each other. He literally hovered over me and I thought that the night will last long in fighting with the monster of my husband. But he just glared deadly at me and stormed off to the washroom slamming the door shut. Then I released the breath which I didn't even notice I was holding. . . . . . . Strong male and female characters Grumpy x Sunshine Arrogant x Sweet South Indian girl

In a world where masks aren't part of a game show, Purav Jha-the sharp, sarcastic filmmaker-is hiding from something real. And Apoorva Mukhija-the fearless podcast queen-is the only one who can see right through him. But what happens when the girl who never trusts, starts falling for the boy who never tells the truth?

Shubhman Gill fanfiction In a world where cricket stadiums and film sets rarely collide, two stars from different galaxies are pulled into the same orbit. Shubman Gill, India's golden boy of cricket, has spent his life under stadium floodlights, his bat doing most of the talking. Known for his calm demeanor and calculated moves on and off the field, he has never chased the spotlight beyond the boundary line-until now. Aaranya Mehra, Bollywood's most enigmatic actress, built her career on silence as much as stardom. With selective roles, rare interviews, and a gaze that speaks more than her scripts, she is the heartbeat of the film industry-but fiercely guarded and famously difficult to approach. When a luxury European headphone brand launches in India, fate scripts an unlikely collaboration. Tasked with embodying the essence of sound, connection, and unspoken rhythm, Shubman and Aaranya are chosen to be the face of the campaign: Wavelengths. Neither expects anything beyond a few camera flashes and a brand cheque. But what begins as a manufactured moment of chemistry soon blurs into something far more real. Between shared headphones, private playlists, and conversations they didn't see coming, they begin to uncover a connection that doesn't need words-just music. In a world obsessed with headlines, can two people find something real in the silence between the noise?

High Reeve Draco Malfoy is not only Voldemort's most trusted Death Eater but an undercover agent for Potter's army, plotting Voldemort's downfall from the inside out as well. After a fair trade with The Boy Who Lived and for his devotion in fighting the Second Wizarding War, High Reeve asks for the highest sacrifice - to make the Brightest Witch of Her Age Hermione Granger his wife. It all goes downhill from there. [Draco Malfoy X Hermione Granger Wartime AU]

𐔌𝐌𝐔𝐐𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 ~ 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 .ᐟ ₊ ꒱ ✧─── ๋࣭ ⭑ - Dedicated to all my readers, ❝jinhone mohabbat to kar li par us chahat ka izhaar na kr sake...❞ ───✧ Written by Lily ★·🌷·

"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matter what happens, I will never let you go away from me.... don't you even dare to think of leaving me....." His voice is reeking of pure possessiveness. "No matter what I do....you are not allowed to leave me....if you ever tried to do that, I will ......" "You what?" She asked this time. "I will punish you brutally...." "You are scaring me" Her voice shook. "You should be scared...You are mine...from today you have to adjust yourself with my feelings..." He hide her face on his chest. "My feelings are dark...I know you are scared...but this is my love...This the way I am..." She closed her eyes. She lost her courage to ask him anything. "Just never try to do anything stupid....when the time will come, I will tell you the truth" She immediately opened her eyes with a jerk. "Never try to investigate....you are not a detective....I will not appreciate this..." Her breathing got hitched on her throat. He knows!! He knows!!! He got down off the bed. Sanjh averted her gaze. He walked towards the washroom with his naked glory. "Who are you?" She finally asked by gathering her courage. He stopped on his track. "Your husband" He walked inside the washroom and slammed the door close.