Abhay Rathore, the stoic heir to the Rathore Royal Group of Hotels and CEO of a billion-dollar legacy, was known for two things: his silence and his ruthlessness. He didn't smile, didn't entertain nonsense, and didn't trust easily. The boardrooms feared him, and the business world respected him. At just 31, he ran empires - but his heart? That was locked behind stone walls. And then there was Ishika Mehra - 24, fresh-faced, fiercely kind, and endlessly sarcastic. She wasn't royal by blood, but she had enough fire in her to burn palaces down. She joined the Rathore empire as a temporary PA - not to flirt or climb ladders, but to survive and support her family after her father's passing. She was sunshine wrapped in sarcasm, with a mind as sharp as her tongue. They hated each other instantly. But fate - and one very manipulative grandmother - had other plans. Hate to Love ✅ Arranged/Forced Marriage ✅ Royal Match ✅ Grumpy x Sunshine ✅ CEO x Personal Assistant

He didn't fall in love. He claimed it. Atharv Goenka loved like a storm loud, consuming, impossible to escape. The kind of love that doesn't ask. It takes. It holds. It stays. And Shevya Oberoi? She walked straight into it- thinking it was just rain... never realizing she was stepping into something that could drown her. This isn't a fairytale. This is a story where love doesn't heal gently- it consumes. "Two hearts in love... but never on the same side."

Aayan x Aashi: Grumpy x Sunshine, Age Gap, Marriage of Convenience, Contract Marriage Aayan - "Please don't expect love or compassion from me. I can promise you respect, but I'll never be able to give you the place of a wife. However, I can be your friend, for the time being." "Good," Aashi replied straightforwardly, "I expect nothing more than privacy and space from you. We won't interfere in each other's lives." "Agreed. I'll draft a contract for this marriage and send it to your place. Please review it carefully and sign it," Aayan responded. Story Overview: Aayan Singhania, the disciplined and driven CEO of Adviti Corporation Ltd., agrees to marry Aashi to fulfill his late wife's dying wish. Punctuality is his lifeblood, and his workaholic, career-oriented nature has built an impenetrable wall around his heart. His heart is locked away, sealed off by the promise he made to himself to never love again after the loss of his wife. Aashi Rathore, on the other hand, is his complete opposite-clumsy, perpetually late, and brimming with energy. She's a sweet, extroverted young woman who hides a deep fear of love, rooted in past traumas. Yet, beneath her bubbly exterior lies a girl who still dreams of the kind of love she reads about in books, the kind that makes life worth waking up to each day. When destiny intertwines their lives, will they be able to break down the barriers they've built around their hearts? Will love blossom between them despite the odds, or will they remain locked in the roles they've chosen for themselves?

#1 in India's Top 10 - 31/08/2026 #2 in India's Top 10 - 30/08/2026 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 doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒙 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 Grace Ellington finds herself unemployed after losing her job. When her friend calls her to tell her about a secretary position that opened up, Grace is overjoyed. However, her excitement turns to shock when she realizes the man who is supposed to interview her, is the same man that caught her attention at the club a night ago. Elijah Russell is a man who has a reputation for being distant and cold, who doesn't talk when it's not needed. When he sees Grace in his office, a wave of panic washes over him. Since their encounter at the club, the woman has been constantly on his mind. However, Elijah is determined not to let himself develop feelings for her. He plans to distance himself as much as possible and guard his heart against any emotional attachment. But is it possible to achieve that when Grace is always tempting him?

"You see him as an heir of your empire and not as a family member. All you care about is the inheritance and not the child. If all you want is an heir then why not marry someone and produce as many heirs as you want." She stopped as she narrowed her eyes at him. And then with a mocking expression she continued, "Or is it that you are unable to Re.Pro.Duce??" seeing the angry flush on his face her heart smiled with satisfaction. But before she could celebrate her little victory against him he pulled her from her wrist and she collided with his hard chest. Snaking an arm around her waist he held her tightly as she struggled in his hold. "Don't play with fire, Ms Lilly Jones or don't complain to me later if you end up getting burned." "I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." she spitted. "The feelings are mutual then, sweetheart." he smiled. _______________ He married her to fulfil a promise he had made long ago. She was supposed to be a bride in name only, a wife just on papers. Then why he felt an undeniable hunger in him every time she met his gaze. Desiring her wasn't a part of his plans. He has never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. And that's where everything started to take an unexpected turn... Started on : 27 Dec 2020 Completed on :12 March 2021 ------------- Word count : I'll tell you when I'm done counting 😪

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

Alexander Wolfe is the genius CEO behind the world's most advanced smart home system. His penthouse is sleek, spotless, and fully automated - and he likes it that way. No mess. No noise. No people. Enter Willow Hart, his annoyingly bright and budget-strapped executive assistant. When a system-wide AI crash leaves his luxury home unable to function without constant oversight, Alexander grudgingly agrees to let Willow stay and manage things "manually." Just for a few days. But Willow doesn't do quiet. She dances while cooking, rearranges furniture "for better vibes," and talks to his robot vacuum like it's a pet. His perfectly ordered world begins to glitch - starting with his heart. He built his empire to keep emotions out. But the one thing his tech can't calculate... is her. ━━▲━━ "Did you assign it a personality again?" he asked. "No. That would be irresponsible." I paused. "I may have named it, though." "Of course you did." "Gregory." "Gregory." "He feels like a Gregory. Stiff. In need of affection." He looked like he wanted to be annoyed. But he just... closed his eyes for a second. "Willow." "Yes?" "I am not adjusting the system to match your imaginary friendship circle of household appliances." I pouted. He rubbed his temples. "Fine. I'll take a look." "Yay!" "And stop calling me Alex." "Never." ━━▲━━ Word Count: 22,228