𝒜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝒶 - 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℯ𝓁ℴ𝒹𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ. A soft desi romance ♥︎ ✿ Tropes: ➻ Grumpy x Sunshine ➻ Forbidden Romance ➻ Age Gap ➻ Small Town ✿ Vihaan Singh Oberoi - A tall, broody billionaire. Just turned thirty and now his family is eager to get him married, but that's not on his list of priorities. Never has been. He's blunt, harsh and straightforward; not something a lot of women want in a husband. When his mother decides, they all need a holiday, Vihaan has no choice but to put his family business in London on hold and follow his family back to a small village near Shimla. With the expectation of having a short, sweet trip, Vihaan walks straight into the traps of fate. Is his boring, repetitive life about to change forever? Will he have to come to terms with a change of heart he's not ready for? ✿ Aarna Kapoor - A sweet, simple psychology student who spends her free time teaching underprivileged children in her village. Born and brought up in the tranquil beauty of Shimla, she's the personification of a modern, yet traditional Indian woman. She's turning 23 soon and her grandmother wishes to see her married soon. But her dreams are bigger, she wants to finish her studies and do something for the kids in her village. She didn't want marriage to stop her and to fit into the old school mould for women. When her family tells her about guests from London, she fears this may also be a proposal and she's not ready for it. Will her dreams be crushed? Or will this lead to an unexpected turn that'll leave her life changed forever? ✿

[Book #1 of the '𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐' Series] ╰┈➤ Can be read as a standalone. ⋆˙⟡ DESI ROMANCE ⟡˙⋆ 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐖𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐘 When Viraj Chaudhary steps into the Bajwa haveli, he expects a quiet, traditional welcome - not a bucket of cold water splashed over him by none other than Siya Bajwa. Their first meeting is a complete disaster - messy, awkward, and unforgettable. But hidden beneath the laughter, awkward silences, and teasing smiles, a quiet bond begins to bloom. It's shy at first, a spark growing stronger with every stolen glance and unspoken word. Tied together by an arranged marriage, Viraj and Siya are drawn into a journey they never planned - where clumsy beginnings turn into deep, unexpected love. Set against the vibrant backdrop of the early 2000s India, this heartwarming story shows how sometimes, the best love stories begin with a splash. "𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆" ✿︎𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦✿︎ ~ ARRANGE MARRIAGE ~ AGE GAP ~ SOFT ROMANCE ~ 2000'S INDIAN BACKDROP ~ GHAR KA BADA BETA ×GHAR KI CHOTI BETI ~ SMUT ◾Started on: 27/4/2025 𝐀/𝐍: Your vote and comment would been a lot to me. Thank you for supporting 💌🤍

[ ORPHAN X BILLIONAIRE ARCHITECT ] Naksh Singhania & Roop Bagchi. Two people from completely different world. He ruled his world on his own way, while she carried innocence in her eyes, silence in her voice, yet a strength in her soul waiting to rise. Where he was the storm, she became the calm. Where she was the light, he became the shield. Will she be able to belong to his world?

A desi haryanvi tale ~ She was DRUNK sitting in his lap hitting him with her tiny Fist ,wailing dramatically then She took a hold of his shirts collar crying loudly and started banging and snuggling her head on his chest He hissed " Are behen ch*d " She wailed "Aayiinn Apko hamari chinta hi.. nhi haiiii " Him being baffled, Sat Froze his brain stopped functioning " Bhains ki aakh Mati maari gyi thi jo ise dhar laye " (he thought) "H..Hai..haina , teri chinta nhi hogi to kaa kamli padosan ki hogi Paglet " his another unsuccessful attempt at consoling her - While she continued to cry , Him frustrated ,on the verge of losing his mind "Are amma isko chup kra do ham bhaura jayenge " He married her forcefully , thinking he would mould her to be a puppet in his game of revenge , Unknown to the chaos he was signing willing for~ Join their journey A full roller coaster of emotion awaiting Coming soon :- Troupe:- •Age gap •desi × haryanvi •Clam × Chaotic •Grumpy × dramatic •hates physical touch × clingy •educated×uneducated •Forced marriage •revenge marriage (Ek baar glimpse padhlo fir nhi sir khaungi 🎀pretty pleaz🎀)

🏀 College Courts and Love Notes In the buzzing heart of college life, two families share a lifelong friendship... but their children? That's a whole different story. Aahaan Tiwari and Yohan Gupta are the star basketball players of rival teams - fierce, competitive, and determined to outdo each other on the court. Their sisters, Yashika Tiwari and Anushka Gupta, are no different, locked in their own battle of wits, grades, and college glory. They can't stand each other. They can't avoid each other. And with their families constantly bringing them together, they're forced into the same spaces again and again. But somewhere between late-night projects, heated arguments, and accidental moments of care, sparks begin to fly - the kind neither rivalry nor pride can stop. A story of friendship, rivalry, basketball, and the unpredictable game of love... where the final buzzer might just change everything. ⚠️ Disclaimer: Every single one of them is unapologetically dramatic, endlessly chaotic, and ready to stir up more trouble than you can handle. Proceed at your own risk - the kalesh is real. ⭐Tropes:⭐ • Multicouple • College Romance • Sports Romance • Rivals to lovers • Siblings Rival Romance • Slow burn • Forbidden love [A/N] : This story contains mature content which might trigger some reader so kindly read it on your own risk.

Four brothers. One legacy. And a storm of secrets that refuses to stay buried. They were born into a world where power is currency and silence is survival. Raised to command, trained never to flinch - they rule the city's shadows like kings. Each of them carries a darkness no one dares to name. Each of them guards his heart like a fortress built from fire and ice. And none of them were meant to fall in love. But love never asked for permission. Now, secrets are cracking, loyalties are bleeding, and the rules they once lived by are starting to break - all because of the women who refused to be silent, obedient, or forgotten. This isn't about happy endings. It's about control, chaos... and what's left when nothing else remains. *** Warning *** Mature content, violence and intense novel

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

Aakash, fresh into the business world, was buried in pitches, proposals, and learning how not to burn toast. Marriage was the last thing on his mind. Palki, on the other hand, had grown up on fairy tales. She believed in love, but only the kind that made her heart skip a beat - not the kind arranged over tea and awkward meetings. Palki and Aakash have been best friends forever. They know each other better than anyone else-every silly habit, every big dream. Love? No way. They've always been just friends. But now, life is getting complicated. Palki's parents are sending her to see one guy after another for marriage. Aakash's business partners think he needs to look "settled" to win big deals. Both of them are tired of the pressure and not ready to give up on their dreams. So, they come up with a plan-pretend to date each other. Just for a while. Just to keep everyone off their backs. It's supposed to be easy. Fake dates, a few photos, some sweet words in front of family and friends. Nothing real. But soon, things start to feel... different. Their fake smiles turn into real laughter. Holding hands doesn't feel so awkward anymore. And before they know it, this fake relationship might just be the real thing. Family drama, sweet moments, and a lot of heart-Practically Perfect is a story about friendship, love, and finding something real when you least expect it.

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?