"I 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 him for thirteen years. Then I watched him 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. And suddenly... I became the 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝." "𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he said. "𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭... is to remind you every single day- 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. He never realized he was breaking the girl who had loved him silently, completely, long before hate had poisoned his heart. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𓂃✍︎ ----------------------------------------- Hide until this song ends... and I'll leave you 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. "Run, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲," he whispered. 𝐑𝐮𝐧. 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." She noticed the notebook and pen in his hand as he read fiction. "Taking notes on how to be a 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧?" "No." 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬... 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟*𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. She snaps, "Go. Eat whatever you want. I don't care." He tilts his head, his voice low. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲." ----------------------------------------- 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : ☆ Forced marriage ☆ Morally grey male lead ☆ Childhood friends to lovers

"𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩" "I won't marry you Mr.Adhyant Singh Sherawat at least not in this birth." A girl said angrily and tried to make her wrist free from his hold. He took the last puff of the cigarette and threw it. He crushed it under his shoes. "Miss. Saachi Laksh Raina. Do you know whom you have killed that night? She was my fiance. I know that if you hand you to the police you will come out. So, I will punish you for your whole life. Now, ready to be mine." Whispering the last words he caressed her face sensually. "I will die before I marry you." She shouted while he smirked and gave her a challenging look. "Why will you die let die your parents." Saying this he took out his phone and dial a number. "Hello, yeah Rao killed them and make sure that you burn them alive so that my time and money don't waste in their cremation." He said very relaxingly while his eyes were fixed on Saachi. Who shook her head. ************************ 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠

They have been married for 8 years. 8 years ago, he promised her a life filled with every luxury, swearing that one day he would give her the world despite being poor. And he did. 8 years later, he fulfilled every promise. A beautiful house, expensive gifts, comfort, status, he gave her everything she could possibly ask for. Everything except himself. Somewhere along the way, while chasing success and building a perfect life for her, he forgot that he was the one she needed the most. What exactly happened that everything changed between them? For details, get into the story to find out. **** Top #3 in India on 3/06/26, 04/06/26 and 05/07/26 Top #6 in India on 07/06/26 Top #2 in India on 06/07/26

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Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "I was married,not anymore" Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.