Princess Jaanki Jadeja. The kind, smart and beautiful Princess who is loved by everyone but not by herself. She believes in spreading love but never expects it from anyone, compassionate to everyone until you mess with her. What will happen when someone tries to forcefully barge into her heart? Raghav. Just a name that nobody cares about and a person nobody knows about. The only thing that matters to him is his revenge until he sees her. Now he has two missions to accomplish but he can only achieve one with the sacrifice of other. What will be chose- Revenge or her? The forbidden tale of modern life Princess and Bodyguard.

𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐀 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍 x 𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐃𝐀

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding... one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along. #1 in Islam- 18.06.26 #1 in faith- 22.06.26 #2 in longing- 28.06.26 #2 in hijab- 12.07.26 #1 in devotion- 22.07.26

"Strip." The command was low, sharp, and cut through the silence like a blade. As the word left his lips, I felt my soul splinter, leaving me hollowed out in the wake of his intensity. "Didn't you hear me, Jaan?" His voice rasped, a dangerous promise vibrating in the air between us. I gulped. My heart hammered against my ribs, watching in a haze of fear and desire as my hands betrayed me trembling as they moved toward my pants. _______________________________________ Dive into a world where "love" is too soft a word for the fire burning between them. This isn't a story of romance, it's a descent into pure, unfiltered madness. Will she survive the man who has claimed her as his own, or will she lose herself in the beautiful ruin of his world? Read on to know more~

Rudra X Ekanshi 27 X 18 He was the most feared name in Italy... Rudra Birla - The Mafia King. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. For the world, he was power. For his enemies, he was destruction. He followed no rules... because for him, his name was the only law. He never lost. He never bowed. And he never let anyone get close enough to break him... until Ekanshi Barman. Fearless. Reckless. Wild. She walked into his life like chaos - and became the storm he could neither control nor escape. Their marriage wasn't built on love... it was built on power, anger, and dangerous attraction. He hates her... yet can't let her go. She knows he'll never trust her... yet she keeps going back to him. Because some bonds aren't meant to heal... they're meant to burn. 🔥 A story where control turns into obsession... and hatred feels dangerously close to love. 💋 "I don't need to cage you, Shona... I just need the world to know you belong to me." - AuthorSana1 ✍🏻

Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

Two families. One marriage. A fate neither of them chose. Pratha Malhotra is a soul made of Jaipur sunsets-soft, innocent, traditional and a law student. Dr. Shivansh Randhawa. A brilliant neurosurgeon and the heir to a ruthless political empire. Both got into a marriage of convenience. He protects her like it's instinct. She fights him like it's her right. Some bonds are not chosen. They are destined.

✧ 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐗 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 ✧ ༺♡༻ This is love story of completely opposite souls who's path were never meant to be crossed yet they did. ❦He is a rude,arrogant and ruthless IPS Officer who never believed in love.Focused,Calm, determined and Short tempered. ❦She is a sweet,mature and bubbly girl who lives in an orphan.She spreads kindness, love and positivity where she goes. ─── ・ 。゚☆゚. ・─── One incident and everything got changed !! What is written in their destinies ? Are they meant to be together ?

˙⋆✮𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮⋆˙ "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" I asked, tilting my body towards her. She did not answer. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞!" I shouted. She flinched and shook her head no, adding fuel to my anger. "𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞." I fumed, punching the steering wheel. But she shed more tears. "𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞!" She yelled back at me. 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙮? And then I crossed a line. A line I shouldn't have. The words left my mouth. "𝐈𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤." I used the words for the first time with her. She looked at me with widened eyes, not believing my words. I moved and wiped the tears off her cheeks with the pad of my thumb while I spoke sternly. "Do you get it, princess?" "𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲." She whispered, looking into my eyes. My gaze softened instantly. ✨ Imagine you celebrated your 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 birthday some days ago but now your parents have forced you into a marriage with a man you have never seen in your life. Being innocent and inexperienced in those things, you accept your new married life, only to realise