Ryan and Aaruhi The story of two innocent hearts and their pious love. The story of one sided love. The story of heartbreak. The story of longing and a hopeful heart. The story of passion and untold admiration.

ιѕнq вυℓαανα- A call of love (♡ﾟ▽ﾟ♡) ●○●○●○●Meher Goenka has spent her whole life trying to prove she isn't privileged...An adopted daughter who owes her second chance to love, not lineage. ●○●○●○●Ishaan Singhania Brilliant, perfectionist, and impossible to please. ♡They clash. ♡They argue. •••••But fate has been pushing them together long before they knew each other's names••••• 》When stolen glances turn into late-night apologies... 》Anger turns into unexpected protectiveness... ...⋆ฺMeher begins to question why her heart races around her boss. And... ...⋆ฺIshaan begins to wonder why this girl feels like home. ｡o○♡ Ishq Bulaava... a dislike-to-love office romance where childhood memories return, hearts collide, and two strangers discover they were meant for each other all along ｡o○♡ ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Prachi Mehra has survived the kind of losses that could break anyone. After losing her parents and the one person who meant the world to her, she built a new life out of the ruins. To everyone else, she's the determined young woman behind PS Creates, a successful event management company. But behind her strength lies a heart still carrying the weight of grief. Ranbir Kohli's world collapsed the day he lost his brother and sister-in-law. The only reason he still smiles is for his daughter, Arna-the little girl who is his everything. For her, and for his mother, he has learned to live through the ache in his heart. Two broken souls. Two hearts bound by love for a child. And a destiny neither of them saw coming. But can Prachi and Ranbir, scarred by their pasts, truly find healing in each other? Or will the shadows of yesterday keep them apart?

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

SIYAASAT the game of power, greed, envy, selfishness, conspiracy. The one who will win the game is called. The Ace of Spades. _______________________________ " Bhai" I entered my brother's office to call him outside. The office is dark and my brother is standing in the middle and 3 - 4 people are around him. " Bhai" I called him and everyone look at me startled. My brother looks at me like he wants to say something to me but can't say it. I take a step forward and the person who is standing in front of my brother turned and my breathing stopped. His face was covered with a white handkerchief but his eyes are visible. They are dark so dark yet alluring. I keep looking at him and he takes a step forward. My back collided with the wall and he come close to me. He come dangerously close to me and I close my eyes suddenly I felt him pull away and I open my eyes I see them all going but one thing caught my attention it's a shiny object which he held in his hand. A gun. _______________________ He raise his hand and filled my hairline with sindoor. " From now on you're husband and wife" the Priest announced. ________________________ I come into my room and locked the door. I turned and my eyes widened as I see him sitting on my bed. He looks at me and starts walking towards me taking predatory steps. He tried to intimidate me but I also look at him with the same intensity. He grabbed my hands and pinned them on the wall beside me and leaning closer I turned my face away. " Mohobbat karte hai tumse, toh kya pagal kar dalogi. Marte hai tum par, toh kya maar hi dalogi" he whispered in my ear. " Keemat," he said and I look at him. " Everything has a price you say yours. Keep your hand on it and it will be yours" he look at me with intensity. " Jo kahogi vo tumhara or tum hamari" I smirked because what I want he can't give me. " Palace" ________________________________ All the pictures are used belongs to their rightful owners.

She was his light. He was her darkest sin. Manika Sharma, a shy yet strong girl from Delhi, never expected her dream job in Gurgaon to drag her into the dangerous world of obsession, power, and shadows. Aarav Kapoor - cold, ruthless, feared by the underworld - fell for her the moment she stood up for someone she loved. And once Aarav sets his eyes on something, he never lets go. Possessive. Arrogant. Dangerous. Aarav vows to make Manika his, by hook or by crook. But Manika isn't just an innocent pawn. She's fire hidden under calm waters, the only one who can bring the Mafia God to his knees. Love. Obsession. Betrayal. Passion. A story where a girl becomes the queen of the man the world bows to. Because in Aarav's world, Manika isn't just his love. She is his eternal claim.

She was supposed to marry the successful brother. Instead, she married the forgotten one. What starts as a decision made to save her family's dignity slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Because he may not have money, status, or approval - but he has loyalty. And a heart no one bothered to see. Before fame. Before success. Before recognition. She stood beside him. But when the world that once ignored him comes back for him - will love be enough to survive it? 18-4-26 : #398 out of 547k stories in fiction 19-4-26 : #2 out of 15.6K stories in wife

# Book 1 of Forever Series They weren't lovers. They weren't even friends. Just two strangers chosen for each other by fate and family. From the very first moment he sees her, something inside him settles. Her soft laughter, her gentle eyes, the quiet grace she carries everywhere she goes. There is no hesitation, no doubt. She feels like home. And to her, he becomes comfort. The calm in her storms, the softness in her days, the man whose simple presence makes her heart breathe easier. No drama. No games. No complicated pasts. Just two people learning to fall in love in the most effortless, heartwarming way through conversations, small moments, shared smiles, and a marriage planned long before their hearts caught up. This isn't a story of chaos. It is a story of purity, trust, warmth, and a quiet love that grows stronger with every day they spend together. A simple arranged marriage. A gentle beginning. A forever that unfolds softly.

#1 in #lies on 26, April, 2026 ML is cruel... But he will have drastic change in his character ✨ ............................ "I don't hate you." His thumb pressed slightly at her nape, grounding her, trapping her in his presence, "But don't mistake that for kindness," he continued, his voice low and controlled, "Hate is easy, Naina. Very Easy... Clean... Simple." His lips hovered near her temple, his breath warm."What I feel for you," he whispered, "is far more dangerous." ...................................................... "How. Dare. You. Step. Out." Naina's pulse hammered. She tried to step sideways, but his other arm lifted instantly, blocking her completely. The wall behind her chilled her spine; the man in front of her set her skin on fire. He dipped his head slightly, eyes dragging over her face, down to her neck, then lower... to the suit she wore. A slow, humorless breath left him."Make-up." His jaw flexed."Mascara. Lip tint." His breath warmed her cheek."You don't wear this for me, but you wore it to walk around outside?"

Naina Chauhan is 27, a businesswoman born into luxury and power. She's confident, sharp, and used to controlling everything around her. But beneath that polished surface lie secrets-painful memories she's fought hard to bury. Kabir Singh Rathore is 29, a cancer specialist from a simple middle-class family. Kind, grounded, and dedicated. He carries his own hidden scars, wounds he keeps locked away from the world. Naina Chachuan doesn't do love. Not because she doesn't believe in it - but because she's seen what it can destroy. Her past isn't something she talks about, and she's built her life in a way that doesn't require anyone to ask. She's fiercely independent, untouchable... and emotionally unavailable. Relationships are risky. Trust is dangerous. Vulnerability? Out of the question. Kabir Singh Rathore has always known his place. A doctor from a modest background, he's worked too hard to waste time chasing something he can't afford. And a woman like Naina? She's way out of his league. But something about her - the silence behind her sarcasm, the exhaustion in her confidence - makes him want to try. He doesn't want to save her. He just wants to stay. The question is - will she ever let him in? Their pasts hold secrets-some too painful to share, some too dangerous to reveal. Or is there something deeper between them, a shared secret both are unaware of.... Can love bridge the gap between two very different lives? Yours to series #2 TROPES: CEO X Doctor Rich Fmc X Middle class Mmc Reverse grumpy X Sunshine He fell first and harder Slow burn romance Opposite attract Emotionally unavailable X Emotionally mature Trauma and healing