𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 : 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 × 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍 She spreads joy like sunshine, He spreads fear like a storm. She runs from the dark, He rules in the dark. She is the heartbeat of kindness, He is the heart of cruelty. She saves people from pain, He causes pain without a second thought. What will happen when the innocent heart and the ruthless heart choose to be bound together in arrange marriage but arrange by him ? #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟎𝟐|𝟎𝟖|𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟎𝟑|𝟎𝟖|𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟔 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟏𝟖|𝟎𝟗|𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 : 𝟎𝟒| 𝟏𝟐 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

«"सांगवान घराने में दो चीज़ां की कीमत सबसे ज्यादा सै-जुबान अर इज्जत।"» At 28, Yuvraj Sangwan, the only heir to Haryana's most powerful political family, is preparing to fight his first election from Rohtak. At 20, Myra Sharma, a second-year BBA student, dreams of building a corporate empire-not becoming someone's wife. One accidental collision. One forgotten apology. One unforgettable question. She doesn't remember the man she bumped into. He can't forget the girl who never looked up. When politics collides with ambition, and legacy stands against dreams... Will love be enough, or will power have the final vote? . Madam Ji | A Haryanvi Political Romance "राजनीति मैं जीत-हार तो रोज बदलै सै... पर कुछ रिश्ते ऐसे होवें सैं, जिनका फैसला ना जनता करै सै, ना किस्मत... बस वक़्त करै सै।"

NOT A KGF STORY . A corrupt politician and much more darker living in Haryana finds his love or more like obsession in a NRI girl. Hence he pulls all Sources to get her. While she tried every thing to get out of his hold. If your up for a tough haryanvi guy romance with a soft NRI girl come join me. Tropes : Gummy&sunshine Desi&NRI Age gap Forced marriage Obsessed male lead Possessive male lead He fell first and harder

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.

"Kise paache ite na phire Jtne tere pchhe bhatak rh Laa ke chhati se Khne de na I Love You chhori.. tere ke saans atak rhe he" ----- Adhiraj Sangwan had everything. Power. Money. Respect. Criminals feared his name. Though he also no less than them. 'Gunda MLA' That's what they said. Officers straightened their backs when he entered a room. Politicians thought twice before challenging him. Yet every night at exactly 11:47 PM, he would sit alone on the balcony of his palace with a cup of ginger tea growing cold in his hands. Waiting. "Ram Ram, Sahab." A soft voice suddenly echoed from his phone. A smile appeared on his face instantly. The kind of smile no journalist had ever managed to capture. "Kitni baar kaha hai aapse..." he murmured. "When will you stop calling me Sahab?" A small laugh came from the other side. Then came her teasing reply. "The day you stop acting like one." He laughed. A genuine laugh. And at that moment of the day, the weight of their responsibilities felt lighter. Because somewhere under the same sky... His favorite person was smiling too. God. He was so hopeless. --- "Pehle dikhi toh achi lagi, fir dikhi toh pyari lagi.. ab pyari lagi toh laga meri honi chahiye" Politician × Doctor Not so typical. Just read chapters of introduction. I definitely think as a reader you'll love the saga. If not, then please feel free to leave thinking as if it's not your taste. Ignore my little little mistakes. I'm new to all this but I love writing. English isn't my first language. ||Silent readers are welcome, but active readers are unforgettable|| !!!ONGOING!!!

Book 1 in Political Series He wasn't the kind of man people spoke about softly. Yuvraaj Singh Malik The young MLA of Haryana. Future face of politics. Son of the current Chief Minister. Calm. Composed. Untouchable. The kind of man who never raises his voice... because people tremble before he ever needs to. Power followed him like a shadow. And so did fear. Until one random afternoon, he sees a girl standing in the middle of the road, arguing fearlessly while helping an old woman gather her fallen belongings. No fear. No hesitation. No interest in who was watching her. And for the first time in years, someone stays in Yuvraaj Singh Malik's mind longer than politics. Kashish Bhardwaj never planned to be noticed by a man like him. A postgraduate student from a strict Brahmin family, a girl balancing studies, work, dreams, and responsibilities all together. Opinionated. Fierce. And completely unaware that every passing day, the MLA of Haryana is beginning to memorize her existence. The routes she takes. The cafés she visits. The dogs she feeds. The expressions she makes when she's angry. It starts with silent glances. Then curiosity. Then obsession. And the scariest part? Yuvraaj Singh Malik has never walked away from something once he decides he wants it. Trops:- ༺ calm dangerous ML ༺ politician × independent girl ༺ he fell first ༺ he fell way too hard ༺ silent obsession ༺ one woman man ༺ "uski pasandida aurat" ༺ the only woman he softens for ༺ eye-contact tension ༺ slow burn romance ༺ Haryanvi ML ༺ strong female lead ❥ This is a completely desi Haryanvi story set in Haryana, so Hindi and Haryanvi dialogues will be used according to the characters and vibe 🌙 ❥ English is not my first language and this is my very first story, so please ignore small grammatical mistakes 😭✨ ❥ I hope you all enjoy Yuvraaj and Kashish's world as much as I enjoy creating it 🤍

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE The CEO of Rathore & Groups. Born into wealth and power, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is the heir to one of India's most influential business empires. At a young age, he became one of the country's most influential businessmen, handling multi-million-dollar deals with ease. Tall, handsome, and effortlessly commanding, he is the kind of man whose mere presence silences an entire room. To the world, he is cold, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to approach. Emotions are a weakness he buried long ago, and trust is something he rarely gives. Yet beneath his hard exterior exists a fiercely protective heart that emerges only for the people he truly cares about. "Just six months, Miss Rishikesh," His gaze passing over her as if she were a ghost. "Yeh contract khatam hone do... and then I'll throw you out of my company myself. I won't have to see your face, and you won't have to deal with a 'heartless' man ever again. Mark my words." AKSHITA MEHRA A simple girl from Rishikesh. Kind-hearted, cheerful, and full of dreams, Akshita Mehra moves to Udaipur to build a better future for herself and her family. After a painful chapter of her life that still haunts her, she is determined to start over and leave her fears behind. But fate has other plans when she becomes the personal assistant of Abhimanyu Singh Rathore-a man as cold and powerful as she is warm and compassionate. "Mujhe toh bas aisa koi chahiye jo mujhe waise pyaar kare jaise Shiv Ji Maa Parvati se karte hain. Someone who looks at me and sees his entire world, someone who can find the rhythm in my endless chatter and the silence in my soul." Two completely different worlds. One unexpected love story. But are they truly meant to be?

He is the law of Mohali. She is a storm he intends to cage. At thirty-two, Arjan Singh Dhaliwal operates in a world where power is absolute, promises are binding, and his word is the final law. As a ruthless, sharp-tongued MLA, he doesn't know how to negotiate, and he certainly doesn't know how to lose. When he sets his dark, piercing gaze on the fierce and beautiful daughter of the Bajwa house, he doesn't just want her hand in marriage...he wants absolute ownership of her heart, her defiance, and her destiny. At twenty-five, Dr. Kudrat Kaur Bajwa has dedicated her life to healing, independence, and the open sky. She is an untamable sparrow with a spicy resilience and a stubborn heart. But a single sight at her, binds her to the powerful Dhaliwal lineage, turning her world upside down. Forced into a marriage wrapped in grand Punjabi traditions, heavy crimson velvet, and ancestral pride, she vows never to bow to the arrogant politician who claimed her. "Look at what you just did! You dragged me like an animal! You don't want a wife, Arjan Dhaliwal, you want a slave! You want to kill my dreams, my career, my identity! You want to lock me in your mansion!" "Je agli vaar pair vi baahar kaddia, te main lataan bhann deniyaan teriyaan. (If next time you even step a foot outside, I will break your legs myself.) I will do whatever it takes to keep you right where you belong......beside me." ... This is a punjabi story, contains translation... Tropes: 1. Age Gap (32 & 25) 2. Alpha / Morally Grey Male Lead 3. Fierce / Independent Female Lead 4. Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity 5. Possessive male lead 6.He Falls First & Harder

#Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder