🕯️My first story.. Major Paresh Chauhan - age 32, Para SF officer. Ruthless. Commanding. Brilliant. Known for his razor-sharp mind and battlefield instincts, Paresh is a man who thrives in chaos and obeys only his own code. Muscular, tall, and strikingly handsome, he hides scars behind authority, and a heart long buried beneath duty. Bella Mehra - age 28, tech prodigy and civilian project lead. Independent, compassionate, and sharper than she appears. Bella has spent her life helping others, but never learned how to help herself. Soft-spoken yet unbreakably strong, she's the kind of woman who believes in peace - even while the world around her burns. Their worlds were never meant to meet. Until a high-stakes military-civilian operation drags them together. Until a data breach threatens national security and she's the one blamed. And until an impossible decision is made behind closed doors, To protect her... she must marry him. By the order of Army Command, signed off by retired General Vikram Chauhan, Paresh's father approved because army reputation. Their marriage is not love It's a cover-up. A strategy. A command For him, she's a burden of responsibility. For her, he's a cage she never chose. But fate doesn't care for comfort. And when war breaks out inside borders and hearts what lies beneath the uniform may matter more than any battlefields. • • • "He wore the uniform like armour. She saw the man beneath it."🕯️

She wants to forget but life wants her to Remember. |Sequel to behind closed doors| |Can be read as a stand alone|

He rules with blood and weapons. She believes in fairy tales and forever. Yuvaan Singh Rathore is a man carved from ice and violence. As the ruthless Nawab of his district, he only knows how to use his fists, fire guns, and settle bloody village disputes with a single growl. He doesn't believe in love, he despises the idea of a family, and he swore he would never let a woman tie him down to a marriage bed. Pankhuri Sharma is a sweet girl who has daydreamed about her wedding day since she was a little girl. Growing up watching the beautiful, deep love her parents shared, she craved that exact same romance for herself. She wants the late night whispers, the soft touches, and a husband who cherishes her above everything else. Then, an arranged marriage binds them together. But the man she marries is nothing like the husband she dreamed of. Will Yuvaan be able to overcome the deep scars of his past and give Pankhuri the fairy tale life she always dreamed of? Or will his violent world and suffocating possessiveness shatter her dreams completely? ⋆｡°✩｡⋆ ✦ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: [ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ✦ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

She didn't tame his fire. She fed it. He was a decorated war hero-Major Abhiyendra Singh Agnihotri, a Para SF officer known as Firestorm. Trained to kill. Built to survive. Haunted by a past buried beneath medals and missions. Love? That was collateral damage he never allowed. She was a phantom in plain sight-Sharanya Vaidehi Kashyap, undercover as Maithili Sharma. A RAW field agent and Indian Army Captain, forged by pain, fueled by vengeance. Her scars were maps. Her silence was fire. And love? That was a weapon she never learned to wield. In the snow-kissed shadows of Kashmir, two storms collide. Assigned to the same covert operation, their paths cross under false names, real danger, and secrets deeper than the snowdrifts around them. He doesn't know she's a spy. She doesn't know he's already drowning in her fire. But war has rules. Missions have boundaries. Love doesn't. When betrayal runs in blood and every heartbeat risks exposure, will they fight their pasts-or ignite a future neither of them dared dream?

❝𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.❞ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 lives by medals, mission reports, and the silence of secrets while 𝐃𝐫. 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 breathes through research papers, lab results, and the noise of questions. Their first meeting was a disaster. It was hate at first sight. She mocked his 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 and he dismissed her 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. It was full of sharp words and stubborn pride, both swearing they could never stand each other. But fate worked in quiet ways as it bound them long before they realized it and met again. It was in the most desi way possible. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. Now that destiny tied them together, sparks don't fly because they clash like fire and ice as they turned it into a bet. She calls him emotionless. He calls her stubborn. She prays for his postings to keep him away while he silently yearns for a chance to pull her closer. A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 of all.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

--- THREADS OF DESTINY Adithya Vara Prasad Reddy A name that sends ripples of fear through boardrooms and political circles alike. The owner of Reddy Industries, the center of every spotlight, and the future heir to a powerful political legacy. Cunning as a fox and commanding as a lion, Adithya knows how to win, whether in business or in life. Behind the cold exterior lies a man who protects what belongs to him with unwavering determination. Yashaswi Vedika Sharma A name rarely heard beyond the walls of her home. Gentle, quiet, and deeply introverted, Yashaswi prefers books over crowds and peace over attention. Sensitive yet stronger than she appears, her family is her greatest strength and her entire world. --- Scene; "Is the boy you met nice, ha? Tell me," Aditya asked. Adithya's voice was calm, but Vedika knew there was a storm hidden beneath that calmness. As he walked towards her, her heart began to race. Step by step, he closed the distance until she found herself trapped between him and the wall. "A-Adithya garu..." she stuttered, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. His eyes never left hers. "Call me bava," he said in a deep, husky voice near her ear. A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to steady her breathing. He lightly pinched her waist, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Bava!" she exclaimed, rubbing the spot, while he watched her with a small, knowing smile that only made her cheeks grow warmer. Mr Reddy ×Ms Sharma Reddy × Sharma Non-Vegetarian × Vegetarian Power × Simplicity Anger × Calm Spotlight × Shadows Possessive Hero × Gentle Heroine Two strangers. Two families connected by a forgotten past. One secret powerful enough to change everything. When destiny begins weaving their threads together, will love heal old wounds, or will family rivalry tear them apart before their story can even begin? Some bonds are never truly severed. They wait... to be rewritten. ✨

"Where are you taking me?" Meher whispered nervously as Shaurya pulled her quietly through the empty corridor beside the training ground. "Quiet." That one word alone made her heartbeat worse. The distant sounds of commands and boots faded slowly behind them until he finally stopped in a darker corner away from everyone's eyes. The yellow light above flickered softly against his face while Meher tried to steady her breathing beneath the intensity in his gaze. "You shouldn't be here," she murmured. "And you shouldn't wear my uniform like that," he replied instantly, eyes moving slowly over her appearance before returning to her face again. "Yet here we are." Heat rushed straight to her cheeks. "Shaurya..." His jaw tightened. "Do you enjoy making me lose control?" Meher's breath caught as he stepped closer, close enough for her back to lightly touch the wall behind her. "You've been avoiding me all day," she whispered softly. "I was trying to behave." "And now?" His eyes dropped briefly toward her lips. "Now I'm trying very hard not to kiss you." _________ Meher Rathore was the country's rising actress-beautiful, soft-spoken, and impossible to ignore once she appeared on screen. Behind the fame and flashing cameras lived a girl with quiet strength and a heart far too genuine for the world she belonged to. Major Shaurya Singh Rajawat was the ADC to the President of India-a decorated Para SF officer known for his silence, discipline, and terrifying self-control. A man who had spent his entire life choosing duty over everything... until Meher slowly became the one distraction he could no longer command himself away from.

In the elite Crime Investigation Department, where loyalty runs deeper than blood, a new ACP arrives like a storm - arrogant, filthy rich, and dangerously handsome. Ayushman Singh Raizada rules the bureau with iron fists and unbreakable protocols. He believes money can buy anything and anyone... until he meets her. Purvi Sharma - the quiet, soft-hearted junior inspector with a beautiful soul and a painful past. She lives only for her sick mother and the CID family that treats her like their own. Respect is her religion. Fear becomes her reality the moment the devil ACP sets his eyes on her. His arrogance terrifies her. His advances make her tremble. His touch sets her heart on fire against her will. In a world of crime, secrets, and power, an arrogant bastard is about to break every rule for the one girl who refuses to bend. A slow-burn hate-to-love story where hatred and desire walk hand in hand. Will Purvi's silence melt the devil's heart... or will his darkness shatter her completely? ❤️‍🔥 Arrogant Bastard, Broken Hearts

A twist of fate tore her from her world and cast her into an age of kings, warriors, and bloodshed. They became the incision that altered history forever. DISCLAIMER I do not own Baahubali, Bhallaladeva, Mahishmati, or any canon characters mentioned in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. Only the original character, original plot elements, and original scenes belong to me. This story is a non-profit fanfiction created purely for entertainment. ⚠️ Warning Contains violence, gore, romance, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. - Mia Miller