"TUMHE LAGTA HAI TUM MUJHSE DUR BHAAG SKTI HO"? ...Thud!!! she slapped him hard on the face "WRONG MOVE JAAN" Troupes:- •Grumply x sunshine •Enemies to lovers •Dark romance •Strong MML & childishFML(only for her loved once) •Touch her or even look at her in disgust way means dig your own grave!! This story is just a fictional one, it has nothing to do with reality!! And this is my first story, so I don't know how to write a story, it just came to my mind and I started writing this story...!! "Wanna know what happend after that slap"...?? If yes then read this story to know about what happend..!! Start:-21 September 2025

She was innocent... he was dangerous... and destiny was cruel. She ran away from her own wedding... straight into the arms of danger. Gauri Thakur, just 18, never imagined that one decision would change her entire life. Leaving her mandap behind, she ends up in front of a man people fear even taking his name... Shiva. The king of the illegal world. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who doesn't believe in love, emotions... or attachments. In the world of business, he is known as Shivay Singh Rathore... powerful, respected, and impossible to reach. But behind that name hides a devil no one dares to cross. And now... Gauri has walked right into his world. He tells her to leave. To disappear. Because she means nothing to him. But destiny doesn't listen. Gauri didn't know... some doors don't open to let you go... they trap you forever. Because Shiva doesn't care about love. He doesn't believe in feelings. But obsession? That's his language. What starts with hatred... turns into something darker. Something dangerous. Something obsessive... The girl he didn't like at first sight... becomes the only one he can't ignore. Her fear... excites him. Her innocence... pulls him in. Her existence... becomes his obsession. And once Shiva gets obsessed, there's no escape. Not for her. Not even for him. He told her to leave. Now he won't let her go Will this be a story written by fate... or destroyed by obsession? Will Mahadev unite them... or break them completely? Because once Shiva wants something... he doesn't stop... until it's his. Because in Shiva's world... you don't get love... you get owned.

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠: 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑣𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠-𝑡𝑜-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎. ~ "Wanna smoke or not?" "What's the relation between smoking and coming closer to me?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Hai, kyu ni hai," Exhaling another slow plume of grey smoke, he whispered roughly, "Lighter toh nibad liya, so the only option left is lighting your cig with mine and..." He tilted his head, leaving a fingertip's distance between the tip of his cigarette and mine. "And?" I prompted. "And that requires me to be closer to you." I stared at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, then gestured toward the unlit cigarette. He brought the glowing tip of his cigarette toward mine, only to freeze just before they touched. "Why the hell did you stop?" I muttered, holding the cigarette firmly between my lips. "I can't light it..." he said, his gaze dropping to the single inch of space keeping our bodies apart. Agh... This man is teasing me way too much. "You can bend," I suggested. "My back hurts," he said, stepping away just a fraction. "Koi ni, kal lighter laa dyunga fer-" Before he could finish, I hooked a finger through his chain and yanked him forward, erasing that final inch between us. His hand instantly slammed against my waist to catch his balance, his eyes snapping down to lock with mine. "Now will you light it?" He let out a low, husky chuckle. Then leaned in, pressing the burning tip of his cigarette straight into mine until both embers flared together.

Ayesha, new to the city, is innocent of the dangerous currents that swirl around Veer and the notorious Ahlawat name. While her friends warn her about the "gangster" whose dark charm stirs their desires, Ayesha remains blissfully unaware that her laughter has captivated the one man no one dares to cross. When a fallen jhumka becomes the silent symbol of his newfound obsession, Veer's world shifts. He has never desired anything as fiercely as he desires her light. But in a world where power dictates love, can an innocent heart survive the consuming 'Zid' (obstinacy) of a man who takes everything he wants? Dive into a raw, intense, and possessive tale where a ruthless hero's or we can say villain world is turned upside down by a single, unforgettable gaze, sparking an obsession that promises both danger and undeniable passion. #top 3 in india (15/8/26)

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

✰𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍✰ Gyan Malik, the youngest and most spoiled son of the Malik family, is so stubborn that no one can stand against his will. If he wants something, he does not rest until he gets it. When his family brings up the topic of his marriage, Gyan goes to see a prospective bride. But instead of looking at the girl he is meant to meet, his eyes fall on her widowed sister-in-law, Dua. The moment he sees Dua, draped in simplicity, Gyan says stubbornly, "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫" Is this relationship just a matter of his stubbornness? Or is it destiny playing its part in Dua's life? 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 - "THEIR STORY PAUSED AT FIRST SIGHT ONLY TO RESUME IN WHITE." ________♡︎________

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

A Punjabi rom com......from college to adult life...Four politicians. Four lifelong best friends. When Mehtab Singh Aulakh, Navaan Singh Aulakh, Vaar Singh Bajwa, and Arjan Singh Virk-the ultimate student council gang-clash with the unbreakable girl group of Shiddat Kaur, Ibaadat Kaur, Asees Sharma, and Aina Aggarwal, not knowing something deep is going to weave between them after those countess banters and moments..WHAT COMES NEXT WHEN 2 PUNJABI GROUPS COLLIDE ??