📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all. #indian 1 #romance 2

They were strangers first. Husband and wife next. And slowly... something more. Kabir, a brilliant surgeon, lives where life and death are separated by seconds. Serious. Focused. Married to his work more than anything else. Feelings are a luxury he never learned to handle. Meera grew up with love - but not from parents. Raised by her grandparents after losing her mother and father, she learned to be gentle, quiet, and independent. A successful author hiding behind a secret pen name, she keeps her world small and safe. Their arranged marriage begins like an agreement - polite, distant, careful. He leaves before sunrise. She waits with coffee and silence. Conversations are short, but care slowly appears in between. A note on the fridge. A late-night dinner kept warm. A tired doctor finding peace in the one place that finally feels like home. As time passes they must decide whether this marriage is only obligation - or something worth fighting for. Slow burn. Arranged marriage. Healing, trust, and love that grows quietly.

"He plans. She ruins plans. And somewhere between her midnight ice cream cravings and his silent glances - something starts to shift." Saksham Rai believes in three things: discipline, deadlines, and doing absolutely everything by the book. He's the kind of man who alphabetises his playlists and silently judges anyone who dares misplace a coaster. Drishti Shukla is everything he isn't - loud, messy, endlessly dramatic, and somehow... always in his house, his business, and lately, his head - barefoot, chaotic, and armed with a pineapple-print scrunchie and with emotional outbursts she calls "personality." She's been part of the Rai household since childhood - crashing family dinners, stealing the cat's affection, and turning Saksham's perfectly planned life into an obstacle course of unpredictability. But when a series of seemingly harmless moments - a stolen hoodie, a midnight ice cream binge, an unexpected look on a rooftop - start to blur the lines between annoying little neighbour and something not-so-little-anymore... Saksham's world begins to unravel. She drives him insane. He grounds her chaos. And neither of them are ready for what comes next. Dive into a slow-burn romantic dramedy about one rule-following heir, one emotional hurricane, and the line between childhood and something much riskier.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.

Dr. Radhika Mehta's life in the U.S. is perfectly ordered- until one phone call shatters her calm. Her estranged sister in India is gone, leaving behind twin daughters... and Radhika as their legal guardian. Forced to return to a family that once disowned them, Radhika walks into the world of Mayank Khanna- her late brother-in-law's elder brother, a man of power, pride, and pain. Bound by the children yet divided by their past, Radhika and Mayank's worlds clash in a storm of emotion, duty, and forbidden tenderness. When love blooms where it shouldn't, secrets unravel, hearts break, and destiny takes its own course. When Two Worlds Collide is a story of loss and rediscovery- of how two wounded souls find family, forgiveness, and love in the ruins of heartbreak.

⚠️Please be aware that the following content is the sole part of my imagination and has nothing to do with the mentioned idol⚠️ "I am going to make you regret every second of this marriage, Kim Taehyung." She declared on the very first day of their wedding. "You want to play games with me, kitten? I dare you to bring them on." He smirked, a challenging look in his hazel orbs. Lee y/n, fresh out of college was all ready to kick off the start of her career which she had dreamed about since a very young age but it all comes to halt when she suddenly discovers that she is engaged with the young heir of Kim's. Kim. The family, which has rules. Whether its about business or the family. Kim Taehyung, the elite business tycoon of the country lived a very neat and polished life. His life contained nothing but his work. That's until he was tied up in a knot with a woman who loved to break every rule that Taehyung made. Taehyung is like a serene person who carries storm and his wife, y/n is a tsunami in herself. What happens when two people with the same amount of attitude are tied together for the rest of their lives? Will they find love or end up crumbling apart? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕. Read the full story in ↓ UNFORTUNATELY YOURS. ☕ Genre :: Angst, fluff, slow burn, smut, love-hate, age-gap. 🍨 Trope :: An arranged marriage plus Office AU.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 × 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 Russian mafia×Indian girl Saanvi Tiwari♡ She is 20 years old, talkative and bubbly girl who argues like a child with everyone. In Banaras, there's not a single person she doesn't know. She's a kind-hearted soul who helps others, even in the smallest ways.She is the bright light of her family, bringing joy to everyone around her. Alexander Ivanov ♡ He is 29 years old russian mafia boss, who is extremely cruel to everyone except his family, always giving orders and getting whatever he desires, while being very possessive of his possessions.He never allowed the word "love" into his life and never humbled himself before anyone. Tropes: • Mafia Romance • Russian mafia and his brothers • Videsi • Desi x videsi • Age gap • He fell first, she fell harder

22 years old Riddhima Dhami was never the destiny's favourite child. Born into a typical 'orthodox' family where son is the apple of the eye, poor Riddhima's existence simply mattered to none. But when her bad luck struck again, this time worse than ever before, poor Riddhima's entire life shattered right before her eyes. Married off to a mentally unstable man by her greedy parents, she was betrayed by her own people and left alone to suffer. However, resilient and optimistic Riddhima somehow builds a new life around the new people who aren't necessarily too trustworthy and welcoming. Life once again starts to get back on track, until one terrible accident 'miraculously' fixes her husband's memory. But is that all??? Is he that innocent??? Perhaps no, especially when he wouldn't set Riddhima free from the bond that was forced on her. And little does poor, innocent Riddhima knows what a monster her 'forced husband' is. Surely she has no idea what evil plans he has in his head and to what extent he can go to have her all to himself. Follow Riddhima's story as she struggles to survive amidst her greedy family and evil forced husband, while at the same time searching for her own identity in the chaos of her environs.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.