[A MARRIAGE IN TROUBLE ROMANCE] [ON HOLD] Previously known as- DAYAREE Dheer Raiyanni was now a billionaire, but was he always? Dheer built his empire from the scratch when he has no one but the girl he loved and the money he lent from her father, chewing his pride. Money changes man But, can money change love? Vanika waits in silence, in love and at home that no longer feels like theirs. She watches him build skyscrapers while their marriage crumbles floor by floor. Dheer, still shackled by his old insecurities and buried pride, doesn't see the boundaries he keeps establishing in their once cherished relationship. Can two people who gave each other their everything, find their way back, before the boundaries trap them amidst its hold?

"His love was madness, in which she found herself drowning." Raghav was a storm, and Piya was the girl who dared to dance in the rain, unaware of how deeply the thunder echoed for her. What began in the quiet corridors of their school soon spiraled into a love too fierce to control. But love, when tainted by obsession, becomes a prison. And when dreams and desires collide, hearts don't just break, they shatter. Because some loves don't let you go... even when you're already running.

"Ye maine kya kiya... ye maine kya kiya... Allah! I ruined him.. Azhaan." [What have I done... what have I done... Allah! I ruined him.. Azhaan.] She fell to the floor. "I am sorry! I am sorry! Azhaan! I am sorry!" She cried her heart out. ________ Hareem was older than Azhaan, but he never cared. For him, age didn't matter. Love mattered, and he loved her beyond her imagination since they were kids. He always expressed it, but she never cared. His tease, his smile, his love-filled eyes only irritated her - but still he just kept loving her, quietly, year after year. Then one day, one misunderstanding, one lie she believed with her whole heart destroyed his happiness, his dream, his life, completely. He paid the price for the crime he never did. The Azhaan everyone knew was happy, full of life, always smiling. He laughed easily and loved without fear. But after that day, he changed. He stopped smiling. He stopped feeling. The boy everyone loved slowly disappeared, and a quiet, broken man took his place. Hareem doesn't know it yet, but she will find out the truth - and when she does, it will break her completely. Because by then, it will be too late to undo what she did. And somewhere in her guilt, something she never expected starts to grow - a quiet love for the boy she destroyed. A love she has no right to feel. A love she can never speak of. She watches him. Every day. Carrying a secret that could destroy his life even more if it ever came out. This is not just a love story. This is about guilt. About silence. About a girl who has to live with what she did - and a boy who lost everything because of a lie. ★★★★

#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.)

some stories are written in pain... before they are written in love. this is story of siblings, friendship, love and A half sister who enters in the shekhawat house carrying unfinished stories and unspoken wounds. She comes with questions of which no one wants answers. Some relationships are built on blood. Some are built on promises. And some... are built on secrets. In a world where loyalty is tested, trust is fragile, and love hides behind silence... what will justice cost ? ( love, trust, bonds )

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔶𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰 || 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 || They said marriage was sacred. They lied. Four vows were made, not out of love, but put of pressure, power, obsession and something very very dangerous. A husband who doesn't remember the night that changed everything. A wife who refuses to belong to him even as fate ties them together. A man who loves like it's breathing and a woman who would rather suffocate than admit she feels the same. A girl who crossed every line just to have him, and a man who knows exactly what it feels like to have no choice left. A rivalry that should've ended in war, but turned into a marriage neither of them can escape. And as you know, secrets don't stay buried here. They watch. They wait. They unravel. Because behind every stolen glance, every whispered promise, every touch that lingers too long, there's a truth no one is ready to face. Some strings are pulling. Someone deep in the dark knows everything. And one by one, they're being dragged into a game they don't understand. A game where love is control. Desire is dangerous. And trust? Trust will be the first thing to die. You think this is a love story? Look closer. It's a trap 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.

A one-shot inspired by a song? Sounds weird... or maybe interesting. I'll let you decide. But yes, this story is inspired by one of my favorite songs, Panihari.

Her wounds whispers pain but her smile shouts resilience Amrita was a soft bubbly girl born in a family where she could ask anything for. But destiny plays on its own rule, at a very tender age she was seperated from her family. The seperation brought sadness to all of their lives, but Amrita had to endure more compared to anyone. But as they say after every strom their is a peaceful morning, and Amrita is still clung to that hope that one day she will have her own peaceful day where she will not wake up in pain. What will happen when Amrita will find her own family after enduring so much?? Will she be able to accept the family which she know but still is unknown to them. Tropes Billionaire 11 brothers 1 sister Desi Indian Dark Past trauma Soft FMC Possesive brothers