Mihrunnissa is a lover of history, though she works as a psychiatrist by profession. Regardless, she loves exploring historical sites and reading historical books. She had recently read the biography of Emperor Hamza, a ruler still celebrated for his immense contributions to India's growth and expansion into the nation it is today. His biography remains a bestseller and is required reading across academic institutions at every level. While immersed in the book, she found herself wondering why a man like Hamza had never allowed his love life to be included in the historical record. One day, she was listening to her patient Mahnoor, who had booked a session to help process the trauma weighing on her. At first, Mahnoor was reluctant to speak, but after Mihrunnissa gently insisted that she needed the full story in order to help, Mahnoor finally opened up. "I time-traveled," she revealed. She then recounted everything; how she had read Hamza's biography, decided she could be of help, traveled back to his era, the challenges she faced there, and how she eventually returned. Now the experience was haunting her because she felt overwhelming guilt for failing to help Noor. Mihrunnissa offered the coping strategies and therapeutic techniques she believed would help Mahnoor heal. After closing her clinic for the day, she locked the doors in her office, raised her hand, and murmured, "Noor, I beg you to send me too. I promise I will help your soul and set you free." She also yearned for a first-hand experience of that era. Unlike Mahnoor, she was confident she could handle it. As a trained psychiatrist, she knew how to manage her emotions. She believed she could become the kind of woman whose name would be written into history. But will she manage to summon Noor?

"In a world of swords and silence, it was never passion that saved them - but the love that never asked to be spoken." ★He finds the peace he never thought he'd deserve. ★She gives her heart without asking for his - believing that one day, he might give it anyway. ★But in a world ruled by swords and secrets... can love survive without speaking its name? ★First chapter: 10th October 2025 ★Final chapter : 7th June 2026

A Rebirth Love Story. Setting- 1870s Ancient India (when Britishers ruled upon India) Inaaya Sharma a 21 years old fresher who passion is only two things first, becoming a Archeologist and second, traveling off to new places all over the world. Whether it'd be an old temple or even an abondoned mansion. Fresh out of college she wanted to wander to new places and that's when she came across an abondoned mansion in Udaipur where Britishers used to live when India was under them. She wanted to explore that place for her fun but what she didn't know is that her destiny is completely going to change in that mansion and someone is waiting for her in other dimension or should I say from her past life. "Whose mansion is this, so big but so beautiful. I wish I could live in this kind of palace." God listened to her and her destiny changed. She found herself in the year 1870 when Britishers were the rulers. When she was trying to understand what was happening with her, she found herself in another dangerous situation because now a very cruel and ruthless Colonel Head Officer claimed to love her and wanted to marry her. ************************************** 🌸 "Henry Machester" 🔥 "yes, my love" 🌸 "wait, what? my love?" 🔥 "Yes, my love, my darling, my wife, my Inaaya Henry Machester." 🌸 "wait a second, when did I became your wife?" 🔥 "the moment my eyes fell on you, you were mine.So don't you even think of leaving your husband.Your husband is a very possessive man, he doesn't want his wife to look at any other man.So don't talk to any man other than me or I will give him slow but painful death in front of you and you don't want that, right?" 🌸 (inner thought) "god where have you sent me, why are you giving this punishment to me. Now how do I go back to my time and get rid of this delulu man." 🌸 "But we are not even married? How are you my husband?" 🔥 "We will, my love."

Mahnoor was a second-year history student. Sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and never afraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework focused on the lives of powerful figures who had shaped India's history. That was when she discovered him. An emperor unlike any other, undefeated in war, feared by rival rulers, praised by historians, yet infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she read about him, the more her hatred for him grew. It was clear to her that the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugarcoating his brutality. To Mahnoor, his name was soaked in blood. One afternoon, while sitting in the university library, she seethed to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, rather, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rainy street in Mumbai, her car nearly hit an old woman who was crossing the road. Mahnoor quickly got out to confront her, but before she could speak, the old woman looked straight into her eyes and cursed her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will shatter because rebellion there means death.

Eighteen years after her parents' divorce, a young influencer and documentary creator decides to visit India with a hidden motive. Her father was a politician of Uttar Pradesh, yet she had spent her entire life hating everything about politics- until fate brought her face to face with the state's cold, rising politician who was worshipped by people like their god. And the most twisted part was that HE ALSO HAPPENED TO BE HER FATHER'S MAIN OPPONENT IN THE ELECTIONS. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? -------- #1 political - 14 Jun 2026

#1- #Wattpad (05-09-2026) #1- Punjab #1- Cute #1- Meerut #1- Haryana #1-Introverti #1- Politics #1- Jatt "He rules Bathinda like it's his personal kingdom. She's just a quiet girl from Meerut who doesn't even speak his language-let alone bow down to him." Basuri Gupta didn't expect much when she packed her bags in Meerut, cleared CUET, and moved halfway across the country to study at the Central University of Punjab. Staying at her father's old friend's house seemed safe enough. She liked her jeans, she kept her head down, and she spoke only when she had to. She certainly didn't plan on meeting him. Nihal Sandhu is everything Bathinda warns you about. Six-foot-two of unhinged, hot-tempered chaos, wrapped in crisp shirts, Nehru jackets, aviators, and a heavy gold kadha clinking against his wrist. He's the guy who drives a black Thar like he owns the pavement, smokes away his volatile patience, and rules a tight-knit circle of ruthless boys who don't answer to anyone. When Nihal's eyes first land on the quiet, unbothered girl staying at his best friend's house-a girl who looks right through his dark stares instead of trembling-it snaps something inside him. She thinks she can just fade into the background. He's about to make sure her whole world revolves around him. "Akhaan vich ankh paun ton dardi ae, par mere dil diyan saariyan chahbiyaan ehde kol ne... sach aakhda, eh Meerut aali kudi mera sab kujh lut ke le gayi ae." (Translation: She's scared to look me in the eyes, but she holds all the keys to my heart... honestly speaking, this girl from Meerut has looted and stolen my entire world.) A slow-burn, obsessive romance filled with cultural clashes, language barriers, quiet defiance, and a Jatt who doesn't know how to let go once he's hooked.

For twenty-five-year-old Adhirith Malik, life has always been about duty, focus, and keeping a steady head. As the College President and the son of a progressive Haryanvi Sarpanch, he is used to people watching his every move. He is a man of absolute control, completely untouched by distractions- until Akshita Chaudhary walks into his world. Fresh from Western UP, twenty-year-old Akshita is a whirlwind of fierce grace and unyielding self-respect. She doesn't blend into the crowd; she stands out completely.It takes just one initial encounter for Adhirith's guarded heart to shift. From the very first time their eyes meet, her fearless gaze and sharp wit captivate him entirely. Adhirith, who has never bowed to anyone, finds himself completely drawn to her untamed spirit. He isn't just intrigued-he is absolutely smitten by her strength and passion. As Akshita Navigates her first year alongside Adhirith's cousin, Khushi, she is completely unaware of the profound impact she has had on the college's most respected leader. For the first time in his life, the powerful president is playing a completely different game-one where his only goal is to earn the respect and affection of the girl from Western UP. Set against the vibrant backdrop of campus life and deep traditional roots, this is a heartwarming story of instant fascination turning into a deep, soulful love.

The word world has five letters. But for him...It has eight. "𝐇-𝐀-𝐑-𝐒-𝐇-𝐈-𝐓-𝐀" His world begins with her...and ends with her. From the day she accidentally called him her husband. She called him her husband to escape a problem. Unfortunately... The problem wasn't the boy she was escaping from. It was the man she chose. ~~~~~~~ 𝑲𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑼𝑫𝑯𝑨𝑹𝒀 A man who never believed he would fall in love. A rising face in politics. A powerful heir. And president of student union at CIU (Chandigarh International University) A man feared by many and understood by few. Yet in front of her , he even forgets who he is... Because somewhere between her stubbornness and her chaos... She became the love he never planned for. And the obsession he never wanted to escape. Him⁠~ Pyaar tab tak hi cringe lagta h jab tak khud ke saath na ho" ~~~~~~~~~ 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑯𝑹𝑨 A simple middle-class girl. The eldest daughter. A girl carrying dreams, responsibilities, and insecurities she never speaks about. She believes life is practical. Love stories belong in books. Happy endings belong in movies. And marriage? Definitely not on her priority list. According to her ~~ "Pyaar-vyaar kuch nahi hota, sab hormones ka chakkar hai, babu bhaiya...sundar ladke taado aur aage badho." ..................................... But what happens when a girl who doesn't believe in love becomes the entire world of a man who loves too much? A stubborn girl. A possessive lover. And a story where one careless lie changes everything. Because some mistakes... Are written by destiny.

|| BOOK 1 IN THE POLITICAL SERIES || कुछ लोग मोहब्बत करते हैं... और कुछ लोग मोहब्बत बन जाते हैं। RUDRANSH RANA Once upon a time, this man was the literal definition of simping respectfully. Then college happened, HIS CHAUDHARY SAHAB served him a rejection platter, and bro looked at his own feelings, said "ew," and buried them six feet under. and became the city's most feared MLA The funny part? He's still a green flag. Just heavily disguised. DHANVI CHAUDHARY. Calm. Collected. Unbothered. Or at least, that's the aesthetic she was going for.But as her family's laadli daughter, she couldn't say no to the decade old promise, expectations, and emotional blackmail wrapped in "TRUST OUR CHOICE." She agreed. Expecting a stranger. Instead, she looked up during her engagement and found Rudransh Rana standing in front of her. The boy she once broke. The man who now refused to even meet her eyes. As he slipped the ring onto her finger, he looked away. But one truth still burned beneath all the silence, hurt, and years of pretending: "Woh zindagi bhar meri thi... bas kismat ko samajhne mein thoda zyada waqt lag gaya.." One loved too much. One realized too late. And somewhere beneath all the hurt, silence, and unfinished history lies a question neither of them is ready to answer: Can you return to the person you once broke... when they're no longer waiting for you? # 1 *MBBS /Haryana/Romancefiction/Leader/Realstory/Childhood / Political/Youngromance

Book 1 in Political Series He wasn't the kind of man people spoke about softly. Yuvraaj Singh Malik The young MLA of Haryana. Future face of politics. Son of the current Chief Minister. Calm. Composed. Untouchable. The kind of man who never raises his voice... because people tremble before he ever needs to. Power followed him like a shadow. And so did fear. Until one random afternoon, he sees a girl standing in the middle of the road, arguing fearlessly while helping an old woman gather her fallen belongings. No fear. No hesitation. No interest in who was watching her. And for the first time in years, someone stays in Yuvraaj Singh Malik's mind longer than politics. Kashish Bhardwaj never planned to be noticed by a man like him. A postgraduate student from a strict Brahmin family, a girl balancing studies, work, dreams, and responsibilities all together. Opinionated. Fierce. And completely unaware that every passing day, the MLA of Haryana is beginning to memorize her existence. The routes she takes. The cafés she visits. The dogs she feeds. The expressions she makes when she's angry. It starts with silent glances. Then curiosity. Then obsession. And the scariest part? Yuvraaj Singh Malik has never walked away from something once he decides he wants it. Trops:- ༺ calm dangerous ML ༺ politician × independent girl ༺ he fell first ༺ he fell way too hard ༺ silent obsession ༺ one woman man ༺ "uski pasandida aurat" ༺ the only woman he softens for ༺ eye-contact tension ༺ slow burn romance ༺ Haryanvi ML ༺ strong female lead ❥ This is a completely desi Haryanvi story set in Haryana, so Hindi and Haryanvi dialogues will be used according to the characters and vibe 🌙 ❥ English is not my first language and this is my very first story, so please ignore small grammatical mistakes 😭✨ ❥ I hope you all enjoy Yuvraaj and Kashish's world as much as I enjoy creating it 🤍