#top 4 : 19/10/2025 #top 4 : 20/10/2025 #top 6 : 24/05/2026 #top 7 : 25/05/2026 #top 3 : 28/05/2026 (U.S) ♡ 𝕬 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 - ❈ 🎀 𝐿𝒶𝓋𝓈𝒽 🎀 ❈ ♡ Harsh Mudaliar - the CEO? The Mafia? Rich background? The king? The billionaire? Some hidden past? Nope.. nothing. He is just a 27 year old normal middle class software engineer who struggles in his life just like us, working day and night to pay the regular bills. Lavanya Yadav - the Queen? CEO? Rich family? Billionaire? Innocent? Childish? No.. not at all. She is 19 years old, College dropped out, working as a normal receptionist at the hospital to help her family financially. When Harsh's girlfriend doesn't show up in their wedding Harsh parents replace Lavanya in the bride's place. A story of two broken hearts, where harsh got betrayed by his girlfriend and Lavanya got betrayed by her boyfriend. A story of middle class chaos between the two broken souls. How will their journey go ahead? Will everything go smoothly or .....? ♡ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ : ᴿᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵉ ᴹⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵒˣⁱᵐⁱᵗʸ ᵀᵉˡᵘᵍᵘ ᵃᵐᵐᵃʸⁱ ˣ ᵀᵃᵐⁱˡ ᵖᵃʸʸᵃⁿ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ˣ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ Start on : 18.08.2025 End on : 24.04.2026

#1 all INDIA RANK ON 26oct 28 oct 3 march MAY JUNE and many more!! #1 die bollywood warriors cute ISHWASA X MUBARIZ Jab mohobbat itni badh jaye ki wo lafjon me bayan na ki ja sake to koi tareeka to chahiye na apni mehram ko batane ka ki unse mohobbat kitni beshumar ho gayi hai. Bas mahroo hamare bhi lafj khatam ho gaye hain, itni betahasha mohobbat ho gayi hai aapse ki ab appke jarre jarre par hamara nam likhne ka jee chahta h. Apne aap ko aap ko saupane ka jee chahta hai. Aapko is kadr khud me samana chahte hain ki khuda khud bhi aapko hamse juda na kar paye." " When love gets so much increased that it can not be described in words then we need to find a way to tell our beloved about how much we love them that how much we love them. Mahroo my words too felt finished. I love you so damn much that I want my name to be imprinted on each and every pore of your body. I want to submit myself to you now. I want you to diffuse in me such a way that god himself could not be able to put us apart." He again claimed my lips but this time I can feel the urgency, the desperation in his actions which I never felt before. He always kiss me lovingly and slowly but this one was totally opposite. His hands roamed on my entire waist but when he traced my belly button with his fingers a sound escaped my lips without my permission," Ahhhmmm". My body shaking with the sensations and he left my lips only to look into my eyes. Reviews~~~ * his actions are so intense🔥🔥 *Ahhhhhh 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Oops sorry 🐛🐛🐛🐛 *lots of love 💖💖💖to the author ❤️❤️ I can never forget this story. ..... 👍🏻👍🏻 *ahhh aree ariz ❤️🩹😭🤌🏻 ek ariz to me bhi deserve karti hu na ??.me good girl hu 🙂 *Haayeeee Bhaisab sharam aa gyi ye pad ke toh *Taking ss of these lines and keeping them in my notes to show my future husband😭 ( or abhi 18 ki hu mein 🤡). These are just too good.✨🌹 *Marry me khwahish💖😘 Give it a ch

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

*** Reviews below 👇 *** The story of General Randheera, a dutiful general who no know love, and tribal women Yashoda, who under unforseen circumstances was married to the general of the Five Kingdoms who promised respect, safety and wealth but not love! This is the kind of book that can make you smile and relax after a bad day and fill your heart with happiness and love!!! There are moments that will make you laugh, moments that will you make you think, moments that will make you feel good, but mostly moments that will put a smile on your face :) Step into the beautiful world of Army love yourself or look at some of the comments from our readers below for a quick sneak-peak "Haha just enchanted woman flexing her power 🤭🎀" "childishness is in blood 🤡🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️" "You just saved yourself from the ferocious tiger 🐯 General Sir 🤣" "I NEED TO annotate this WHY WATTPAD DONT HAVE A HIGHLIGHTING FEATURE 😭😭" "Dude wasn't wrong when he told he was a pookie 😭💕" "The best line a woman can hear in her entire life!" "NAHHH this have to one of the hottest move!!!! 😭" "General sir , would you take responsibility for the butterflies ?🦋 😭😭😭😭" "I read dark romance... but i never felt so shy 😳" "Someone needs to stop this man he is raising the standard beyond reach😍😍" "The beauty this holds is far more beautiful than smut 💕💗" "Never underestimate the power of a common woman" "BHAII KHEL GAYA !!!!!!! PRITHAM THE DORA 🔥❤️❤️ I LOVE YOU MAN ✨️✨️" "Vishnu Anna slayed and no one can make me believe anything else" "Bus bhi karo me nhi seh paungi 😭😭💘✨" "Mayil needs hesitation ❌, Hesitation need Mayil ✅" "khud ka dimag khud pe bhari padd gaya 🤣🤣🤣" "Shanti be like - meri shaktiyo ka galat istemal karna chah rahe ye log 🤡"

"Don't contact me if you're dying." When Keith Ingram utters those cruel words to his new wife, he doesn't know how much he'll come to regret them. For years, Ella Bryce has loved Keith from afar. When a contract marriage gives her one chance at happiness, she vows to make him see her-even though the scars of her past make her efforts fraught with pain. But just as her devotion begins breaking through his guarded heart, devastating lies shatter their fragile bond. Broken and discarded, Ella rebuilds her life from the ashes, determined to live on her own terms. She is no longer the unseen girl he left behind. Years later, Keith storms back into her life-colder, harder, and more ruthless than ever. He thinks he knows the truth about their past. He is wrong. Now, Keith must face the reality of what he destroyed. Fate has given him a second chance to see the woman he was blind to, but the road to redemption is paved with secrets. Will he make the same mistake twice... or can he win back the wife he so carelessly threw away? ----------------------------------------- THE MENDED HEARTS SERIES Book 1: The Unseen Bride (Keith & Ella) ← You are here Book 2: The Debts We Don't See (Marcus & Celeste) Each book is a complete standalone with guaranteed HEA. Read in any order, but connect for the full family saga. Trigger warning: This story contains emotional abuse, gaslighting, and family abuse.

#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

THE DIMENSION ONE : A Debt repayment. She was embezzled on the day of her wedding. Manyata had lived her existence with the drizzle of gold all her life. Protected and kept safe, pampered and cherished. Had she known? The day she believed should be the happiest? She would be running in the middle of nowhere to be saved by a monster who had previously crossed her path once. Prithviraj was no prince, yet he had a borrowed throne. He sat high, but someone's seating position doesn't make one's sense that heightened. He took what was his, in the worst form. A girl. The one who stumbled on his chest, and now fell in the dungeon of his house. Was he the storm that took her away? Or was she the flood he never thought would come across? And never to forget the fact, That storm and floods are always accompanied by each other. Similarly, were these two meant to be? THE DIMENSION TWO : She was a girl he had witnessed for years. Always more exemplary than his previous encounters. But the more devious her exquisite beauty was the more deviant she managed to make him. But, those days of relinquishing her were bound to end, when the lover of the century was ready to lay himself down to whatever awaited him when he took his first step towards her. The future king of Jodhgarh was set to marry only those who are high-matched with him, to seek gain. But the prince has lost his heart already to the girl from another town. Manyata Daiwar was forbidden to know a man because for her the only one worth it was her brother. She never put forth her desires for her brother's interest. Until someone who sought to break rules was brought to life. But on the cost of what? Her being bounded by another. And not just rule, maybe tied around even with ropes.