Ikroor Shehgal, 26 the iron-willed heiress of the Shehgal empire. Raised to be unbreakable, she is the perfect successor to Shehgal Industries, cold, precise, and untouchable. Beneath the polished façade of legality, she secretly reigns as the silent queen of a hidden cannabis empire, ruling the weed kingdom without mercy. She speaks little, feels less - at least that's what the world believes. Her parents receive nothing beyond necessary words, while only her dadi holds the key to the fragile pieces of her heart. She despises her younger sister, seeing weakness where she was taught strength. Emotionless by design... yet somewhere in the shadows of her guarded soul, Ikroor quietly longs for a love she was never allowed to have. Agastya Raghavan, 32 the golden heir of the powerful Raghavan dynasty. To his parents, he is their flawless prince - gentle, obedient, and impossibly composed. To the world, he is a ruthless nightlife magnate, ruling casinos and shadowed empires with a single calculated glance. Calm. Strategic. Untouchable. Beneath his legal throne lies a darker truth - the unseen mastermind of a feared international syndicate, merciless in power and betrayal. He does not forgive. He does not forget. But behind closed doors, for the few he loves, Agastya is warmth wrapped in steel - fiercely protective, quietly possessive, and devastatingly loyal. He does not give his heart easily. But when he does... it is forever.

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

Two royal heirs. Two powerful families. One rivalry that has lasted for generations. Forced together by destiny, they become unwilling allies, constantly caught between pride, duty, and the expectations of the crown. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, their rivalry slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. But in a world where power comes before love, can they rewrite their fate-or will the throne demand a choice they can never take back? #RoyalRomance #ChildhoodRivals #ArrangedMarriage #EnemiesToLovers

"Aaj MAI tumhe baddua deti hu Zorawar....... ki ek din ......ek din tum bhi... kisi ke liye tadpoge aur tarsoge , uske pairo mein girke usse pyaar ki bheekh mangoge lekin vo..... tumhe ek nazar dekhegi bhi nahi . Ye badDUA HAI MERI .......!!!!!!!!!! " Vo kehte hai na kisi ko maut se battar saza deni ho toh uske liye sacha pyaar mango, vo bhi ek tarfa .... bedard Ishq .... He's -- well , He's not just your usual Hero or villain or a morally gray man . He's none of that . Zorawar is Zorawar The only son of Haryana's most powerful Man Shaktawat Chaudhary . There's no other of his kind . In the 25 years of his life Zorawar has never behaved like the boys his age . Growing up in a cirlce of politicians, he despises their very existance . Even though he can see through people just because of that , he's nowhere near politics and love ? Well, everyone loves Zorawar . But Zorawar only loves Aysel . Aysel Dharam Ahlawat is the second daughter of Haryana's corrupt CM . The type of girl whom even flowers can hurt , not only because she's a pretty girl but she's the purest soul. A gen-z but Aysel is all about old school . She's mature , nowhere near clever . The type who is too flawless to ever exist . She sounds like Zain Zohaib's Ranjheya ve wherever she goes but only for him ........ Z ♡ This is a journey of a girl learning to take a stand for herself ..... ╰┈➤ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ˏˋ°•* ⁀➷ #1 Election ~ 29 July 2026

He broke her heart on a rainy night. Years later, the rain brings her back. Manik never expected to see Nandini again-not in the middle of Mumbai traffic, not after all these years. One glimpse, and the past comes crashing down: the missed chances, the broken promises, the love that once defined them. Nandini has returned, not for him, but for family, for duty, for a life she rebuilt from the ruins he left behind. She's no longer the girl who waited in the rain. But when fate pushes them back into each other's orbit, old wounds resurface-and so does the question that haunts them both: Can love survive everything it didn't the first time?

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Kiara has never known what it feels like to be loved. At home, she was always blamed, always compared, and always treated like she didn't deserve anything good. So she learned to stay quiet... and hide her pain behind a small smile. Life was going normally until one unexpected day changed everything. A broken marriage, a sudden decision, and Kiara is pushed into a role she never imagined - "A Replaced Bride" In a new house and a new life, she meets someone who is nothing like the people she grew up with. Someone calm, patient, and gentle. Someone who doesn't question her worth... but slowly helps her see it. This is the story of a girl who spent her whole life feeling unwanted, and how she slowly discovers what it means to be cared for... to be chosen... to be precious.

The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt. What will happen when Aadhira is forced to live with her biological family whom she hates the most? Her family abandoned her when she was a new-born, so why are they claiming her now? Will she ever be able to forgive them for the things they did to her? Will she ever be able to love and accept them? Will her family be able to remove the seed of hatred she has for them or will Aadhira's hatred grow? For more stay tuned

This is the story of Noor and Parth Chaudhary A cheerful, bubbly, and strong-willed girl who never learned how to give up. Just like her name, Noor was a ray of light. With milky fair skin, soft brown hair, and mesmerizing light-blue eyes, she could capture anyone's attention without even trying. Helping others and standing up against injustice was in her blood. But... Especially when it came to girls, Noor could never stay silent against injustice. Since childhood, she had watched her mother spend her life listening to her father's taunts and obeying him without complaint. Those memories had left a deep mark on Noor's heart. ___________________________________________ Parth Chaudhry The ruler A man whose single command could shake the entire state. He is the Minister But behind the scenes? He is a feared mafia king. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. People know him more through fear than respect. A devil hiding beneath the skin of a man. Love, emotions, and relationships meant nothing to him. Until... Noor entered his life. What will happen when a girl filled with light crosses paths with a man consumed by darkness?

INT. INDORE CITY HOSPITAL - ICU CORRIDOR - NIGHT Rain lashes against the windowpanes. Inside, it's silent except for the rhythmic beep... beep... of two ICU monitors. In Room 203, little Rashi Ved Malhotra lies unconscious - bandaged, pale, clinging to life. In Room 204, her mother Avantika is fighting death too - chest rising unevenly, eyes dim with pain. Tubes run across her thin arms. Her once-bright hair is greying early. Her body broken. A frail woman lies beside her bed - Avantika's mother, nearly 80, barely breathing. Avantika (whispers, trembling): They'll take her from me... like they took everything else... Her mother holds her hand with a trembling grip. NANI (weakly): She's... your daughter. Not his pawn. Call... call the boy... AVANTIKA: They don't know. They never knew she existed. NANI: He's your blood too... Rishi... find him... # 1 bhai( 6/ 7/25) #1 little sister( 12/7/25) #3 brothers (8/7/25) #3 bhaiya(8/7/25) #1 indore(7/7/25) #1 love triangle (6/8/25) #4 india (9/8/25 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂