Yuvraj Singh Yadhuvanshi is a strikingly handsome yet ruthless mafia king, a billionaire whose life is steeped in darkness and intimidation. He revels in the thrill of the chase, pursuing his enemies with a sadistic pleasure, torturing them until they beg for death. To him, love is a futile distraction-a weakness that can destroy a person from within. He believes that he can achieve his desires by any means necessary, viewing emotions as impediments to power. But when he lays eyes on Ishita Singhania, a sweet, innocent, and bubbly young woman who embodies everything he despises, his world begins to unravel. In an instant, she becomes his obsession, and he is determined to possess her at any cost. Ishita Singhania is a hopeful romantic, a dreamer who believes in the profound strength of love. To her, love is a beacon that empowers her to face life's challenges, a promise that one day she will find someone to protect her-a shield against the world's cruelties. Yet, her once-innocent perspective is shattered by harsh realities. "Ishita reflects, "The word 'love' sounds enchanting in fiction, but in reality, it is a mere illusion. Only devils inhabit this world, ready to haunt, chase, and shatter you into a million pieces." What tragic event led to her disillusionment? What forces conspired to transform her belief in love into a haunting memory? As fate intertwines their lives, Yuvraj and Ishita are drawn together by a shared past that neither fully understands. When the truth of their intertwined histories is unveiled, will they confront the demons that bind them? Will they embrace the fate that draws them together, or will the shadows of their past tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of love, obsession, and redemption, the boundaries between right and wrong blur. It reveals that even in the darkest hearts, the possibility of love can linger-waiting for the right moment to ignite and either save or consume them both.

SUMMARY A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanvi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. The name echoed through every corridor of HAU like a warning and a promise. Final-year student. Student Union President. Son of Haryana's Chief Minister. The boy whose presence commanded respect without demanding it. Rudra Chaudhary AND On other hand Anika is a confident and intelligent Delhi girl who joins HAU Hisar as a new student. She is practical, observant, and emotionally strong, but slightly reserved when it comes to unfamiliar places and people. Coming from a modern city background, she carries a calm attitude and prefers thinking before reacting. But There is a secret that Anika has been tied to someone from that family since childhood through an unspoken arrangement. While their families share trust and history, Anika feels an unexplained fear toward him-a person she barely knows yet cannot avoid. As she packs, laughs with her family, and tries to stay normal, one question stays with her-how will she face him after all these years? If you want to know more, you'll have to read the story. It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. English is not my first language (This story includes Haryanvi or Hindi words)

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

They fell in love long ago before the sky became their battlefield. From stolen glances in highschool to fighter jets roaring above the sky.they believed they understood what sacrifice is. Engagement celebrations, family laughter, promises whispered under the sky, life was finally beginning. Untill one phone changed everything.... ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ : 20/1/26 ᴇɴᴅ :

"I'm poison, Hridya," Kabir warned, his eyes cold and distant. She smiled - the kind that hides storms. "Good," she whispered, "I never craved sweet." --- "I don't need anyone by my side," he said, his voice firm, final. Her lips curved again, softer this time. "That's why I chose to stand behind you," she replied. --- She's HRIDYA DESAI- the girl who has loved KABIR RANAWAT in silence for six long years. And now, the man who owns her heartbeat... is marrying her cousin. Will she confess before the wedding bells drown her voice? Or will she keep loving him - quietly, fiercely, and from the shadows - even when he belongs to someone else?

Entangled Hearts Meera Agnihotri never dreamed of this wedding. One moment, she was a bride... The next, she was abandoned. And before she could even understand what went wrong- She was married off to Aarav Malhotra. A man she was never meant to belong to. A man whose family was her father's greatest enemy. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Aarav doesn't believe in love. Meera believes in it too much. Forced into a marriage built on power, rivalry, and secrets... Will they destroy each other- Or fall into something neither of them ever wanted? 💔 In a world where hearts are controlled... what happens when they refuse to obey?

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.