𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄,𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄,𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐗𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌,𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄? 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

CAN AN ARRANGE MARRIAGE TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE? Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh, a 31-year-old, stoic, intimidatingly gorgeous billionaire CEO, unfortunately with a problem with his birth chart. The only solution: Marriage, to the girl whose chart resembles his. 10 days, and he gets married to a woman, he sees only at the Wedding Altar. Ishika, a 24-year-old lecturer. She's everything a man would never want in his wife. Dark skin, short height, average looks...and a bucket full of insecurities. She knew she was never enough, never academically enough, never serious enough, never really good enough. AND She gets married, putting aside her insecurities, to the guy she hoped would be the love of her life... ...Until she finds herself alone on her wedding night. Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh never accepted the arrangement. But more than, that, he would never accept her. SHE WAS UNWORTHY IN HIS EYES.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction He's India's golden boy of cricket. She's chasing a name of her own in sports media. Neither of them believes in this kind of love story. Fresh off an international series in London, Shubman Gill wants nothing except peace, practice, and distance from unnecessary emotions. Marriage? Not on his list. Not now. Maybe not ever. Until his mother says one sentence he can't escape: "Just meet her once, for me. If you don't like her I'll not force you again." A family friend's daughter. Smart. Independent. Beautiful. One meeting. No expectations. Rutvi Mathur has just returned from the USA-career finally taking flight, applications sent to top sports channels, dreams bigger than ever. A poised media presenter, a die-hard cricket lover (with an unapologetic soft spot for Virat Kohli), and absolutely not someone who planned on marrying young. But her mother insists. A proposal has come. The boy is a superstar. Surely she knows him. Rutvi agrees-only to think about it. Only to meet him. --- Two people pressured into a meeting they don't believe in. Two lives built on ambition, discipline, and distance. One conversation that was supposed to end politely... and be forgotten. But some meetings don't end when you walk away. Between shared silences, honest conversations, and a comfort neither of them expected-lines begin to blur. Feelings grow quietly. Slowly. Dangerously. Because what happens when just one meeting starts to feel like home? A slow-burn arranged-marriage story where love doesn't rush in- it waits, lingers, and changes everything.

Ye kahani haiwaaniyat ki nahi hai. Ye kahani zabardasti ki nahi hai. Ye kahani hai... Ek aise ishq ki... Jisme ek aadmi ne apna naam, apni shaan, apna gussa... Sab kuch daav par laga diya. Uske naam japte-japte... Main Thakur se jogi bana. Jogi se deewana. Aur deewane se bhakt. Log kehte hain usne ek ladki ko qaid kiya. Log kehte hain usne zabardasti shaadi ki. Par kaun samjhega... Ki jise duniya qaid samjhi... Wo kisi ki poori duniya thi. Ye kahani ek haiwaan ki nahi... Ek aise deewane ki hai... Jiska ishq itna gehra tha... Ki na bhagwan mita sake... Na insaan. Thakur Vanraj Singh. Ek naam. Ek darr. Aur ek aisa ishq... Jo ibadat ban gaya. Yati × Vanraj Her devotee × His devotion

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

Three years ago, everything fell apart with one reckless mistake. In high school, Jungkook had it all - the girl everyone admired and the kind of love people only dream about. Y/N wasn't just beautiful; she was unforgettable. Effortlessly kind, fiercely loyal, and stunning in a way that made the world blur around her, she was different from anyone he had ever known. It took Jungkook two long years to earn her heart. Two years of patience, devotion, and proving he was worthy of her. And one drunken night destroyed it all. A party. A blurred memory. A betrayal he could never take back. When Y/N found out, she didn't scream. She didn't beg. She simply walked away. And that silence hurt more than anything else ever could. Now, three years later, they're no longer teenagers navigating lockers and late-night phone calls. Jungkook is no longer just a boy in love - he's the cold, calculating CEO of Hublot, the luxury watch empire built by his father and handed down to him. Success follows him everywhere. Power bends in his direction. The world sees a disciplined businessman with an unreadable expression and a heart locked behind steel walls. But behind the tailored suits and boardroom dominance lies a man who never moved on. While Y/N rebuilt herself, healed, and stepped into a new chapter of her life, Jungkook stayed frozen in the past - haunted by the one person he could never replace. He doesn't date. He doesn't fall. He doesn't even try. Because no one is her. And when fate places Y/N back in his orbit, Jungkook realizes something dangerous: love can fade... but obsession only grows stronger. He lost her once. He won't make the same mistake again.

◇◇◇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

"In the game of cricket, a straight bat is a virtue. In the game of love, the curves are what kill you." Abhishek Sharma 25 yrs old, is the undisputed Golden Boy of Indian Cricket. With a killer left-handed strike and a smile that can melt the internet, he's lived his life by one rule: Play it straight. But when a shocking Anti-Doping scandal hits the headlines, his world isn't just shaken it's leveled. Framed, disgraced, and facing a career-ending ban, Abhishek is forced into the shadows. Enter Ananya Kulkarni. A 25-year-old struggling law graduate from Indore, Ananya is overworked, perpetually annoyed, and has zero interest in cricket. To her, "LBW" sounds like a law firm and "MS Dhoni" is just a guy on a billboard. She's just trying to survive her Sports Law certificate when she lands a high-stakes internship with the BCCI legal wing. Her first assignment? Become Abhishek Sharma's "Legal Shadow." The Mission: Follow him everywhere. Ensure he follows every protocol. Monitor his every move. Most importantly: find out who set him up. As they navigate a maze of locker-room betrayals, private jet secrets, and late-night Indori poha sessions, the professional lines begin to blur. But Ananya is hiding her own scars, and Abhishek is fighting for his life. Can a girl who doesn't believe in fairytales save the boy who is living a nightmare? Or will the scandal take them both down?

~ A L L E S A N D R O B L A C K W E L L ~ The silken torment of her hair, the phantom ghost of her scent, the lethal curve of her lips-I am haunted by the softness of her skin and the melody of a voice that could summon devils. She possesses a mouth as sharp as a blade, a tongue that cuts deep, but it is those eyes... those endless, abyssal black orbs that stare back at me, daring me to break. Her confidence is a collar around my throat, tightening until the air turns thin. It brings me to my knees, a king desperate to kneel, trembling with the need to surrender my very soul at her altar. She is whiskey in a porcelain teacup fragile, deceptive, and burning with a fire that threatens to consume me whole. And I am the addict, parched and trembling, dying for a single taste of that ruin, desperate to drain the cup. She was never merely a part of my world. She is the axis on which my world turns. She is my world. ~ K A L Y A N I D E S H M U K H ~ He was the midnight rain cold, relentless, and washing over everything in his path. He was the exquisite kind of ache, a beautiful sorrow that offered a terrifying, silent peace. A pain that felt like salvation. But I was an intruder in his gilded empire. He was carved from the finest marble of luxury, born into a world of opulence where I had no place to stand. He was the King seated upon a throne of shadows, and I was merely his lawyer nothing more, nothing less. He was the storm that owned the night, and I was the moon that had no choice but to wane, to vanish, and finally, to leave.