I was never meant to love him. He is Atharav Singh Rathore - the Crown Prince of Jodhpur 👑, born to rule, feared by many, admired by all. And I am Nayantara - a servant's daughter 🌸, meant to stay unseen, unheard, and forgotten. We were never meant to cross paths... let alone fall in love. But hearts don't follow rules. What began as stolen glances turned into whispered secrets, hidden laughter, and a love so deep it defied every boundary set by society, power, and fate. He became my strength in a world that tried to break me. And I... became his rebellion. But love in a palace is never simple - it is war. ⚔️ Against families ⚔️ Against society ⚔️ Against destiny itself And when he chose me before the world... everything changed. I am Nayantara. This is not just a love story - it is a battle of hearts, power, and fate. This is Lagan Lagi Re ✨

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𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 From high school politics to running a nation, she's always been a master of manipulation, using her wit and tactics to navigate the dark world of power. Unbeknownst to her, someone has been watching-ruthless ruler who despises politicians. When their worlds finally collide, a dangerous game of manipulation and strategy begins. Will she outsmart him, or will he claim victory in their battle for control? Or will they let their guards down for the first time? 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝗶𝗴 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘀

He owns the night - reckless, ruthless, and richer than God. She's drowning in textbooks, sleepless nights, Atharva shaurya Ranawat chauhan, the youngest trillionaire mafia heir, was born with blood on his hands and chaos in his veins. He buys everything-power, silence, loyalty. But when he crashes into , a sharp-tongued medical student who wants nothing to do with his world, he finds the one thing he can't control: her. She's too stubborn to fall. He's too spoiled to be denied. He offers her protection, privilege, passion - at a price. She swore to heal. He was built to destroy. And yet, under the weight of secrets, scars, and stolen moments, something dangerous begins to bloom... A deal. A dare. A descent into obsession. In his world of velvet and violence, will she be his redemption - or his ruin?

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

They say history never forgets. It makes sure to deliver karma, to bring justice to everyone. One day. Some stories don't end. They wait. They bury themselves in silence, in walls, in places, only to return when time decides it is right. This is one such story. It begins with a man surrounded by darkness, living within the cold, guarded walls of an old mansion that has held secrets for decades. A place where silence speaks louder than words, and where the past has never truly left. His world is distant, untouched, and wrapped in a mystery no one has been able to unravel. And then, there is her. A girl from the small village of Varanasi a city of faith, purity, and devotion. Her life is simple, filled with warmth and only goodness. Two different lives. Two completely separate worlds. Yet, as fate begins to weave its unseen threads, the distance between them slowly fades. It's their fate. What follows is not just a meeting of two people, but the awakening of a past that was long buried. The mansion, once silent, begins to stir again, as if remembering something it was never meant to forget. Because this is not the first time a story like this has begun. It had already begun years ago. And perhaps, this time, history has returned not just to remind, but to complete what was once left unfinished. She was his. She was the Devil's Soulmate.

𝐕𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 He was sunshine-radiant, relentless, a force that bathed the world in light. I was midnight rain-quiet, shadowed, falling softly where the sun dared not reach. Vihaan was the sin I was meant to avoid, yet with every step I took away, he drew nearer. Those emerald eyes, that midnight-black hair, the curve of his silhouette-they whispered a dark promise I couldn't escape. The story was never as simple as two people falling for each other. There was always a shadow-always someone lurking just beyond the edges of light. He never stepped into the frame completely, but I could feel him. Sometimes in the silence between my footsteps. Sometimes in the breeze that moved the curtain when no windows were open. Sometimes in the way my name appeared on notes I never saw anyone deliver. The masked man. He wasn't just watching. He was waiting.

Her laughter didn't belong in his world. It was too soft, too warm-melting through the ice he had spent years perfecting. Aarav Raichand watched her from the shadows, jaw clenched, fists tight. She was not supposed to matter. Not supposed to slip past his defenses. Yet, there she was, sitting at his dinner table, making everyone smile, filling the empty spaces he had long ignored. She didn't belong to them. She belonged to him. His wife. His contract. His possession. Then why did it feel like he was the one losing control?