Vaidehi Raghuwanshi, 22. Soft. Kind. Quietly beautiful-never trying to fit into the world's idea of "perfect." She doesn't hate herself. But everyone around her makes her feel like she should. A father who barely speaks. Four brothers-each one distant in their own way. A sister too busy. A family that never includes her. No harsh words. No clear reason. Just... silence. Distance. Absence. So she learns to smile alone. To expect nothing. To exist without being seen. But beneath that gentle smile lies something no one knows- a storm she hides, a pain she never speaks of. She calls it nothing. But it's slowly breaking her. And still... she waits. For someone-anyone- to finally see her. How long can a heart stay soft... in a world that never chose it?

She grew up being the heart of the family. Surrounded by love, chaos, teasing brothers, and a home that always felt warm. Until life started changing people. Slowly. Quietly. Painfully.

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

# 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟙 𝚒𝚗 "𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚" 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. ❝ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏғ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ᴀɴᴅ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘, ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴡɪsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴs. ❞ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 ♡ 𝙎𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙆𝘼 × 𝙑𝙀𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙃 ♡ Two worlds-gentle and cold, ordinary and extraordinary-are destined to collide. Shree : " Aap hmare kyu nahi ho ske...Veerji. " ◦•●◉✿.........✿◉●•◦ Veer : " Ye dil sirf aapse hi pyaar krta hai... Or hmesha krta rahega... Shree. " ◦•●◉✿.........✿◉●•◦ ❝ Veer & Shree's story is a testament to the truth that ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, no fear, no distance and no twist of fate can keep two souls away from finding their way back to each other. ❞ ✿✿ Ｔｒｏｐｅｓ ✿✿ ◕ Arranged marriage fallout ◕ Healing through love ◕ Slow-burn to passionate confession ◕ Jealousy-induced realization ◕ Protective hero ◑ Billionaire romance ◑ Hidden Identity ◑ Age gap Let's dive into the enchanting tale of Veer and Shree, a love story that will capture your heart and leave you breathless. Because sometimes, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ - ɪᴛ's ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ's ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ.

Reyansh Malhotra ( 25 year old ) A cold-blooded CEO and a dangerous Mafia lead. His life is a cycle of high-stakes meetings, elite clubs, and women he uses like tissues and throws away. He has no heart, only power. ​Heer ( 4 year old ) A homeless soul who knows nothing of the world's cruelty. She spends her nights on the roadside, selling flowers just to survive, unaware that the city's most feared man is her own father. ​What happens when the devil discovers his own blood is sleeping on the streets? Can a monster learn to be a father, or will his dark world destroy her innocence? #2 in doll (23/05/26) #2 in singlefather ( 23/05/26) #6 in Top 10 (23/05/26) #1 in bacha (23/05/26) #1 in Top 10 (27/05/26)

Aaradhya Rajvansh has six brothers and a life wrapped in protection and love. She is naughty, innocent, and always smiling-the kind of girl who lights up every room she walks into. With brothers like hers, no boy ever dared to come close. She was off limits. Always. Yuvaan Suryavanshi knew that better than anyone. The typical bad boy with a soft side only she gets to see, Yuvaan is best friends with her brothers. Falling for her was never part of the plan. But over the years, stolen glances turned into quiet feelings, and those feelings turned into something dangerous. He fell first. And he fell hard. To him, Aaradhya wasn't just a girl. She was his weakness. His obsession. His junoon. TROPES: High school romance 6 Overprotective brothers Bad boy x Good girl Bestfriends sister x Brothers bestfriend He fell first but both fell harder Backbencher x Topper Family Love

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #𝟏 ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ She is wounded He became her healer She lacked warmth He became her warmth Love was just a word for her Love was an unexplainable emotion for him She is his winter He is her sunshine ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 CEO of the leading fashion industry, Stardust, she is a perfectionist with a no-nonsense attitude and a rude personality. She gained the title 'Ice Queen' due to her cold demeanor, which made her employees fear and respect her. But beneath this cold exterior lies a girl with scars from her past etched deep into her soul. She stopped believing in life, in love, and lost hope of finding happiness. She has only one goal: revenge. Revenge against the people who snatched her happiness from her. Until he came... Her sunshine. Her Jaan. "And the truth was, I never craved warmth. Not once, not until I felt his." 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 He is a ray of sunshine in human form, charming, optimistic, and full of life. He joins Stardust Fashions as a manager. He believes that no darkness is too deep for light to break through. Even amid difficulties, he always maintains his bright and happy demeanor and has faith that things will work out in the end. But there is something else about him, something intriguing, another identity that he keeps hidden from the world. Until he entered her life as her replaced groom. And what begun as hate turned into love and she became... His winter. His wifey He was ready to bring down everyone who hurt her. "She's the only one I need, and I'll make sure of that, even if it means breaking and rebuilding myself around her." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ Rankings: #7 in Love out of 2.51M (10/08/25) #3 in love story out of 308k (9/1/26)

CEO X CEO Grumpy X Ambivert Arrange Marriage ✨ Soft Romance ✨ Slowburn ✨ Touch of spicy scenes 🫣 Brothers Best Friend Sisters Best Friend Miransh Singh Ranawat a grumpy CEO who wants some one genuine for himself not anyone who only sees him as a Ranawat. Niranjana Singh Shekhawat an Interior designer by passion and a bookworm by heart who wants a loving caring and loyal partner. Their family arranged them in a sacred bond called marriage. Will they able to found a true bond between themselves ? Will Miransh be able to trust her ? To know more about them dive into their story. All photos are taken from Pinterest.

Rashmika Malhotra is silent to the world but alive within four walls. Feared by darkness and noise, protected by brothers who became her parents, this story unfolds how love can exist quietly-and still be powerful.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈