"The entire nation knew his name. She didn't even bother remembering it." Kabir Shergill was born into power. A rising political leader, heir to a powerful legacy, and the face of a new generation, he knew how to win debates, elections, and people's trust. Every move he made was calculated, every word carefully chosen. Until he met Avani Joshi. A simple middle-class girl with big dreams, a stubborn heart, and absolutely no interest in politics. She isn't impressed by his influence, his wealth, or the convoy of black SUVs that follows him everywhere. To her, he's just another politician in a crisp white kurta. For the first time, Kabir finds himself speechless. The man who can command a crowd of thousands can't figure out how to start a conversation with one girl. As love slowly blossoms, the distance between their worlds grows wider. Political rivals, media scrutiny, family expectations, and the crush noing weight of Kabir's legacy threaten to pull them apart. Can a man destined to lead a nation protect the one person who makes him forget power? Or will politics demand the ultimate sacrifice? He fell first. He fell harder. And this time... no strategy could save his heart. know more by reading the story and please support guys .. 👉🏻👈🏻

this is my first story and And this is multi couple Story. This story is only my imagination Tropes: Arranged marriage Love marriage Forced marriage Enemies to lovers Innocent x mafia king King of rajasthan x normal girl Ips officer x body guard Hindu x muslim Forbidden love Broken x broken hate, pain ,revenge , childhood trauma, brother sister bond , family love , mystery, royal family dark romance Mature content 18+

A forced royal marriage| 19 year old bride of Jodhpur A mature guy king --- - He's cold, royal, and gentleman. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

Story of a Young Couple who are in love since childhood and satisfying their lust. This story is more about lust instead of love, this story is dirty, smutty and highly mature.

Manipulation, dominant, violence, Se* , BDSM , Obsession, Stalking

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

she was clumsy,kind and unaware of her own innocence. he was ruthless, feared and dangerously obbsesd. Feared across India's criminal underworld.Abhiman rules Mumbai with blood on his hands.But one glance at Janvi is enough to burn her into his soul. And when a man like him wants something he takes it. A dark , emotional tale of forced fates , unlikely tenderness ,and a love born from a fire and fear -Beneath the Blood Red Sindoor is where sweetness meets savagery ,and where even the crulest heart may learn to beat .

Shaurya Singh Rajput, 32, doesn't believe in love. The only person who ever held his frozen heart was his Dadi. Parents? Dead to him. Emotions? A weakness he crushed long ago. Until the day he sees Divya Sharma at a family wedding, in a backless crimson anarkali, waist chain glinting, helping a child tie his shoe while laughing like sunlight has a voice. One look, and something violent awakens in him. He calls it hate. She calls him insane. His Dadi calls it destiny. He accuses her of being a gold-digger. She slaps him with her calm, angelic smile and walks away. So he does what any ruthless, obsessed billionaire would do, He traps her. Fake heart attack. Forced engagement. Blackmail. A mandir wedding under the eyes of Devi Maa herself. Now she wears his ring, his sindoor, his initial on the thin gold kamarband that hugs her tiny waist. And every night he reminds her, roughly, mercilessly, worshipfully, that angels don't belong in hell... But he will burn the world to keep her in his. A dark, toxic, devotional hate-to-love saga where he falls first and hardest, and she learns that sometimes the devil prays the loudest.