Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

In a world where bonds are tested and hearts carry unspoken burdens, "Hasret - The Longing of Four Brothers" unravels the journey of four souls bound by blood, yet scattered by fate. The eldest, once the pillar of the family, walks away-misunderstood and wounded-leaving behind silence and unanswered questions. The second, barely an adult himself, steps into shoes too large, becoming the anchor, the protector, the silent warrior who keeps the family from falling apart even when he himself is breaking. The third, caught between loyalty and pain, becomes a rebel-not by choice, but by fear. He builds walls around his heart, believing detachment is the only way to survive. He yearns for his elder brother, but masks his longing behind anger and silence, terrified that love, once again, will leave him hollow. And the youngest-just seventeen-is a mirror of their chaos. Too young to understand, too old to ignore, he drowns in the storm of emotions he doesn't know how to name. Torn between the roles, he watches, listens, and waits-for healing, for clarity, for the day they'll all be whole again. At the heart of it all lies a silent Hasret-a deep, aching longing. A longing not just for the return of the elder brother, but for the return of something far greater: the lost warmth of their once-whole family. Though none speak it aloud, the ache binds them, shaping their choices, their silences, their love. This is a tale of brotherhood, of broken hearts and healing hands, of duty, loss, and the quiet hope that one day... home will feel like home again.

The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death. The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared. Desperate for belonging, Maheer tried to earn their love. But the walls were too high, the silences too cold. Then, one night, something unthinkable happened-and Maheer disappeared without a trace. The world believed she was dead.

Abhishek 🤍 Anya Abhishek Singh, a cold and powerful businessman, trusts only money and family. Anya Kumar, a quiet and kind PG student, lives a simple life rooted in love. Their worlds are poles apart-until fate brings them together in the most unexpected way. City boy & Village girl ABHISHEK SINGH (29) CEO Of SM company. Rude , Cold behaviour , Rich , Money and wealth is important for him.Loves his family so much. FAMILY MOM - SUMITHA SINGH (50) DAD - ABHIRAAM SINGH (55) YONGER SIBLINGS ( TWINS) - *ABHIDHANYA SINGH (20) AND *ABHINAV SINGH. (20) GRANDFATHER - ABHIJEET SINGH (73) GRANDMOTHER - SAVITHRI SINGH (70) BESTFRIEND - RAHUL CHAITHY AND VINOD SHARMA FEMALE LEAD ANYA KUMAR (21), PG student Kind , Introvert , Middle Class Family , Loves her family so much. FAMILY MOM - ARUNIMA KUMAR (50) DAD - DEV KUMAR (53) YONGER BROTHER - AKASH KUMAR (17) ELDER BROTHER - AADHI KUMAR (28) #1 🏅 latest - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 accidental - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 top 10 - 19/10/2025

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

1970 A village romance story" To the book girls who want to experience pure love in their lives; this book is for you. "Vijay Singh Thakur" A 35-year-old and the sarpanch of the village of Sitapur. After his father's death, he handled all the responsibilities of their father's and married Siya. Siya Singh Thakur" A 27-year-old and the wife of the sarpanch and an abandoned elder daughter; she has been married to her husband for ten years; they didn't have any own children, her in-laws didn't like her, and she is a responsible women who handle all things, but didn't receive any love from their family. Join in their path of journey where she will sacrifice her life or her husband will bring second wife. This story is pure. fictional, mature languages, and explicit scenes.

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

People says you are rich when your parents are with you, you are wealthy when your parents support you in life but what happened to those who are abandoned by their parents? Durga was only a day old when her grandmother denied to accept her because she was a girl, only a week old when she was abandoned by her father because she was born with dark skin, a month old when her mother left her with her nani (maternal grandmother) with a promise she will come every month to visit her. But after a year when her brother was born her mother forgot she ever had a daughter. 16 years passed with sorrow and desire to buy a new dress like any other normal girl, but she knew with the condition of her grandparents it was even hard to arrange two time's meal... Fortunately she used to get free meals at school. It was another reason for her to attend school nor with book or any other necessary items for class she usually used to stand outside of the classroom as punishment for not taking books with her. but it was not her fault. AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY : People says what else do you need when you are born in Thakur's family, you are already born with golden spoon. Well, it's not a lie, Thakur do have everything people dream about but is that true? AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY, sarpanch of 10 villages, powerful, and respected among the villagers. He is tall, board, not breathtaking handsome as heros described in novels but he is very imtidating. He has pursued law from a very prestigious university of that time. He is legally a lawyer but doesn't practice in court, he prefers to focus on his responsibilities more, towards the villagers. He is currently 27 years old and still unmarried. Everyone in the village want to marry off their daughter with him but for him only a girl who is equally educated and mature as him can be his life partner, can take care of his mother's legacy. What will happen when this two completely different person's world will collide together? ____