#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

ZIDD: The Thakur's Obsession "Bound by a childhood oath, chained by his dark obsession." In a village where a Thakur's word is absolute and traditions are never questioned, a single promise changes two lives forever. At the age of ten, Gauri Kumari, the innocent daughter of a humble farmer, becomes the future bride of Rudranarayan Pratap Singh, the fifteen-year-old heir of the most powerful Thakur family. The engagement isn't born out of love it is a debt of gratitude. From that day, Rudra accepts only one truth. Gauri belongs to him. As the years pass, his childhood affection transforms into an all-consuming obsession. He is fiercely protective, dangerously possessive, and willing to burn the world for the woman he calls his. But behind his love lies a darker side. A man ruled by pride. A man raised to believe his word is law. A man whose uncontrollable anger leaves Gauri fearing the very person she is destined to marry. When Gauri turns twenty, one incident shatters everything. A single slap. A broken trust. And a father who refuses to sacrifice his daughter's happiness. The engagement is called off. For the first time, Rudranarayan Pratap Singh loses the only woman he has ever loved. But a Thakur never accepts defeat. If destiny has taken Gauri away from him... Then he will rewrite destiny itself. Because for Rudra, she was never just his fiancée. She was his Zidd. A story of power, tradition, obsession, redemption, and a love that must fight its way through fear, pride, and broken promises. Will Gauri ever trust the man who shattered her heart... or will Rudra's obsession destroy the very love he is desperate to reclaim? Tropes • 🌾 Village Romance • 👑 Thakur × Farmer's Daughter • 💍 Childhood Engagement • ❤️ He Fell First • 🔥 Obsessive Hero • 😠 Patriarch Hero • 🥀 Broken Engagement • 💔 Redemption Arc • 🤍 She Fears Him • 🛐 "She Belongs To Me" Energy • 🐎 Rural India • 🌙 Slow Burn • ❤️🩹 Emot

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

Qaid-e-Ishq (Captive of Love) In the heart of Aligarh, where sprawling havelis cast long shadows over golden fields, power is not just inherited-it is enforced with blood and fear. Ali Asaf, the ruthless heir of the Ali haveli, is a man feared by all. Tall, sharp, and merciless, his word is law, and his anger has claimed more than just respect-it has claimed lives. For Asaf, loyalty is everything, and betrayal is punishable only by death. Yet fate, cruel and unpredictable, brings into his world an innocence he never expected. Aysel Khan, the timid and gentle daughter of Wahid Khan-the Ali family's most trusted servant-knows nothing of power, wealth, or cruelty. With her amber eyes and sunshine smile, she is everything Asaf is not: tender where he is ruthless, soft where he is unyielding. But when their worlds collide, it is not by choice. It is by command, by force, by a destiny neither of them can escape.

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....

In the heart of tradition's cage, A young bride, Halima, her heart in rage. Forced to wed, a man quite elder than her age,Raza, haunted by his past's dark page. In the twilight of their forced union, A forbidden flame ignites,dangerous communion. Desire consumes him, a tempestuous pull,Duty and passion, his soul's duel. Will he wait for her youth to bloom, Or succumb to the tempestuous tides of his doom? The Qaid of their hearts, a captive plight,Love's forbidden dance,doom for innocent heart... ( Copyright©Nida Hasan-2024-All Rights Reserved) #1-1980's on 30/12/24 #1-Nikah on 29/12/24 #10- Desiromance on 30/12/24

Village story~1990s ꧁༺𝗔 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱,𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀༻꧂ ❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖ It is a simple yet spicy story involves two souls with different opinions and demeanors. What happened when they got tied together in an arranged marriage by their parents. The girl is very shy and innocent one. And the boy seems to be preserved and has slight anger issues. It's a romantic story with smut🔞 and fluff also.... Fluff>>>>>>smut✨ NO TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH!! (Hindi dialogues are there!!)

My parents named me Roshni - the one who brings light. Maybe, that's why I was never like the other girls. I spoke too much, laughed too loud than the girls were allowed to and never cared about what people said a girl should or shouldn't do. I wanted to live life my way - to read, to dream, to feel every little thing deeply. And when my wedding was fixed, I thought maybe this was it - the start of my happy life. He sent me letters filled with love, words that made my heart flutter. Every morning, I waited for his handwriting, every night I dreamed of meeting him. But my one mistake changed everything. One meeting destroyed everything I ever believed in. In just one night, I lost my name, my honor, and maybe trust of my family. People called me characterless. My would-be husband refused to even look at me. And the ones who once smiled at me, now whispered behind my back. I didn't defend myself. I couldn't. Because sometimes silence screams louder than words. For days, I watched my family's name being dragged in the dirt. And with every insult, something inside me broke - and then turned into fire. Now, I don't want love. I don't want peace. I want justice - for me, for my family, for every woman who was called characterless. They took my light away. But now I will return as the flame that burns everything that tried to destroy me. I am Roshni And this is not the tale of Love but Revenge. Mature Content!

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗