He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

Living a life with loving parents, annoying siblings, a good education, and a perfectly normal purpose in life, she thought she had everything she could ever ask for. A girl blessed with beauty, grace, kindness, and everything most people spent their lives wishing for. She thought she was ordinary. She thought she was living a happy, normal life. She was wrong. Because she was not who she believed herself to be. And the people searching for her were not ordinary either. She thought the biggest complication in her life was the young Chief Minister of her state slowly falling in love with her. She thought that was fate. She thought that was the story. But little did she know that somewhere far away, there was a man waiting for her. Yearning for her. Counting the days, months, and years. A man who had spent almost his entire life searching for something he could never forget. She didn't know that someone had already gone mad over her. Not for weeks. Not for months. Not even for years. But for almost as long as she had existed. And when the truth finally comes to light, Siya Sharma will learn that some stories do not begin when two people meet. Some stories begin long before either of them are born. For nineteen years, he lived with only one thing in his heart. Her. Not because he couldn't have her. Not because she does not belonged to him. But because he knew. He knew how soft she was. How naïve. How easily the world would break someone like her. So he waited. And waited. And waited. Nineteen years of patience. Nineteen years of distance. Nineteen years of watching from the shadows. Until one day... His patience finally broke. Someone else had been waiting for nineteen years to become a part of it. The frightening part? She doesn't even know his name yet.

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

Aayat Kapoor is a grumpy, sharp-tongued woman who dislikes almost everyone and prefers staying out of people's business. But when her property is suddenly questioned despite all official approvals being in place, she refuses to stay silent. Instead of running around offices or waiting for paperwork to clear, she walks straight into the Chief Minister's office in Mumbai to demand answers herself. That decision changes everything. Mihir Raghuvanshi, the powerful and feared Chief Minister of Maharashtra, is known for his strict control, cold demeanor, and zero tolerance for chaos. He expects respect, not confrontation. But Aayat doesn't care who he is, she speaks to him the same way she would speak to anyone trying to dismiss her rights. What starts as a heated confrontation quickly turns into an unexpected situation neither of them anticipates. Political pressure, public perception, and a sudden twist of circumstances force them into a contract marriage meant to solve a short-term crisis and protect both their interests. Aayat agrees reluctantly, she has no trust in people, and definitely no interest in love. Mihir agrees for reasons of his own, keeping his emotions locked away behind discipline and power. But living under the same roof changes things. Aayat, who thought she was done with life's complications, slowly begins to see a different side of Mihir, someone who is unexpectedly calm with her, protective in quiet ways, and strangely attentive. Mihir, who has always kept people at a distance, finds himself drawn to her honesty, her temper, and the way she refuses to be intimidated by him. Still, the contract has an expiration date. And both of them know it. The real question becomes not how they agreed to it, but whether something real can grow inside something that was never meant to last. Or whether duty, power, and circumstance will eventually force them apart. To know what happens read the story.

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.

"Vyah karegi mere naal?" Mishika Verma should have known no good ever comes from answering men like Arjun Singh Grewal. She was a biotech student trying to build a future. He was power, influence and trouble wrapped in an expensive suit. The kind of man who got whatever he wanted. The kind of man who smiled while hiding secrets. And unfortunately for Mishika- he wanted her. What starts with stolen glances, relentless marriage proposals and impossible chemistry soon spirals into something far darker than either of them expected. Because some stories aren't love stories. Some are crime scenes. And sometimes the most dangerous person in the room isn't the one holding the weapon- it's the one holding the truth. ❝ The first mistake was meeting him. The second was thinking she ever knew him. ❞ ✦ Political Romance ✦ Dark Romance ✦ Mystery Thriller ✦ College Girl × Powerful Heir ✦ He Fell First ✦ Touch Her & Die ✦ Morally Grey Characters ✦ Obsession ✦ Secrets & Betrayal ✦ Forced Proximity ✦ Slow Burn ✦ Who Did This To You? ✦ Protective Hero ✦ Strong Female Lead ✦ Enemies to Lovers... or Maybe Worse

"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

Agastya and Aanya: Two fractured hearts, one unspoken pain. He hides his vulnerabilities behind a tough facade. She's a gentle soul, torn apart by her emotions.

"The devil's hand can hurt anyone, but not her." An abusive father. A school bully. She never had love. She never had safety. But one wrong number changed everything... A gangster who walked into her life and claimed her as his daughter! As if she had always been his! Ready to burn the world for her. He was supposed to be a monster. But for her, he became protection. Possessive. Deadly. Unconditional. And from that moment, the Devil decided she was his daughter. When the world failed her, the Devil himself chose to become her father. To the world he is the Devil with bloody hands... but for her, he is a father she never asked for! The Gangster Who Called Her Mine!🖤