#Top 1 in india (14/19/10/25) #Top 2 in india (13/10/25) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ╰┈➤ 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. Abhimann Singhania never thought to marry a girl like Drishti Sinha, who doesn't speak. For him, this marriage is a cold transaction, a responsibility he's ready to ignore. But Drishti, with her quiet defiance and steady resilience, is far from weak. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, their world collides in moments they don't expect: a shared cup of tea, a gaze that lingers too long, a touch that says too much. In the middle of silent nights and simmering storms, Abhimann begins to hear the words Drishti never says. But love isn't enough when secrets hang between them like unsaid promises. Can two people who didn't choose each other find a reason to stay? A story of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and a love that grows where no one thought it would. Tropes - -Arranged Marriage -Silent/Non-verbal Female Lead -Emotionally Guarded Male Lead -Forced Proximity -Slow Burn -Simmering Tension -Hidden Past -Misunderstandings |✯ STARTED ON : 9 MARCH 2025 |✯ENDED ON : 27 SEPTEMBER 2025

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?

Ranawat's Lost Daughter Sixteen years ago, the royal palace shattered in a single night. An attack changed everything. A queen was lost, and a child was declared dead before the world even had the chance to know her name. The palace mourned quietly, carrying a grief it never spoke aloud, without even knowing whether the heir they lost was a prince or a princess. But somewhere beyond blood-soaked walls and buried truths, a girl survived. She grew into light, untouched by power, unaware that her blood belonged to a name whispered with fear and dominance. • What will happen when destiny plays its hand and the Ranawats finally discover their lost princess? Will she return to them, or remain in the life she has always known? • Will the men known for their cold dominance and ruthless power ever soften for her? "The sun rose wherever she walked, yet night's shadows clung, refusing to release her." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - written by Eshira_Tales✨ " Well, if you've read this far, what's stopping you from going further? Go on, dive in! "

"Are you sure, you can handle that?" he asked with smirk dancing on his lips. "Yeah, very sure." She replied with confidence. "You have to become bold." He said firmly, looking deep into her eyes. "Bold in what respect?" she asked rolling her eyes as she thought he is just talking in puzzles instead of saying it directly. "Bold to become naked with me." Her jaw dropped on floor as she stared him agape, her body froze in mere anticipation.

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

​He was born with power in his veins and darkness in his name. ​Viraj Rajawat - ruthless heir, protector by vow, sinner by destiny. The world feared him. The empire obeyed him. ------------------------------------------------------------------ My control slipped. I stood, moving toward her. One step. Then another. The space between us disappeared I reached for her waist slow, deliberate my fingers resting lightly at first, then firmer when she tried to step back. "And how do I look at you, Rani Sa?" I asked. For the first time I'm touching her without thinking about anything. Her breath hitched. "Chhodiye hume, Rana Sa," she whispered. "Naa," I murmured, leaning closer, my voice dropping low, dangerous. "Pehle uttar dijiye, phir sochenge." Her pulse fluttered beneath my hand; I could feel it. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Kaisa uttar, hume koi uttar gyat nahi..." I smiled the kind that didn't reach my eyes. "Acha, toh mat dijiye uttar... hum bhi nahi chhodenge." ------------------------------------------------------------------ My thumb traced her jawline, slow, reverent. "Don't be too smart, Rani Sa,"I whispered. "You're making it harder for me to let you leave this room." She blinked up at me, whispering, "Arthath?" I smiled then a small, dangerous smile.Because if she didn't know what that meant yet... she soon would. Her question "Arthath?" hung between us, soft as breath, sharp as temptation. She tried to step back, but the edge of the table stopped her. "Rana Sa..." she whispered, "aap bahut badle-badle lag rahe hain." "Badle?" I chuckled. "No,Princess. This is the same man you met under the palace dome. You're just seeing Nirlajj version of me." Tropes 21st century x 17th century Greenflag x sunshine Cursed x Redeemer Rana Sa x Rani Sa Rana x Rajkumari Ruthless x Kind

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?