𝐓𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧... 𝐓𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚-𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢... 𝐓𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡-𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢... 𝐌𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐚... 𝐏𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚... 𝐓𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚... Shaurya Dixit was everything the world admired - disciplined, brilliant, untouchable. Calm on the outside, unreadable within. Success followed him like a shadow, but so did silence. Aarohi Sharma was fire wrapped in laughter - ambitious, fearless, and the heart of every room she walked into. Yet behind her confidence lived a girl who had learned to survive without leaning on anyone. When a new academic rival enters her perfectly controlled world, sparks don't just fly - they collide. What begins as competition slowly turns into something neither of them is prepared to face. Because sometimes love isn't loud. Sometimes it grows in stolen glances, unfinished arguments, and feelings left unsaid. But when pride stands where confession should, even the strongest hearts can break. And some love stories... don't end when they're supposed to. ----⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ♡ ･:*ೃ࿔⋆---- Original work by author_avani Cover made by me

"How does it feel to see your love holding a weapon?" Hurt. Betrayed. A failure. That's everything Rajveer felt in that moment. Staring into Vanya's eyes, all he could see was hate. Ten years of waiting- ten long years of pain and unanswered questions-had led him to this. And now, he stood face-to-face with her, a woman he once loved, who now seemed to be his enemy. "I have waited for ten years... a whole fucking ten years just for this moment. Now, I will not let this slip away. The person standing in front of me is nothing but a murderer. I don't care about love anymore. If someone stands in my way, I swear, I won't hesitate to split their neck-even if it's my own love." But Vanya had her own battles to fight. Betrayed by the one person she trusted the most, her heart had turned cold. In Rajveer, she saw nothing but rage and vengeance. The misunderstanding that tore them apart years ago had left wounds too deep to heal. "How could the person who once promised to protect me be the one ready to destroy me? You don't understand, Rajveer... you never did. And now, all I see in you is a stranger with a sword." Love and betrayal collide in a storm of misunderstandings and heartbreak. As their paths cross again, will the truth finally come to light, or will vengeance consume what little remains of their love? Rajveer x Vanya CEO x Doctor Grumpy x sunshine Forced marriage

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

Ranking: #1 in Fantasy #2 in Desiromance #2 in new Book 1 of The suryawanshi's ♡AVYANSH × KANAK ♡ His fingers skimmed over her bare skin, slow, deliberate, setting her on fire with every lingering touch. Kavya gasped, her body betraying the war raging inside her. "Tell me who you are," Avyansh's voice was husky, his lips hovering just above hers, teasing, torturing. Her breath hitched as his hands trailed lower, possessive yet questioning. "I am your wife," she whispered, but even she knew the lie wouldn't last between them. His grip tightened, pulling her against him, his warmth searing through her trembling form. "Lies," he rasped against her throat, his lips brushing against her skin, making her shudder. "Then why ..why....every time I touch you... every time you shatter under me... it's like you were always mine." His voice was raw, his breath ragged. "So tell me, Kavya... why does your body remember me when your words refuse to?" KANAK: His Desire present by @special_wrtzz

A few hours before the wedding, the bride ran away. Panic spread through the house and reputation was at stake. Guests had already arrived. The wedding could not be stopped. So they found a replacement. Her. The girl who had spent her entire life in their home, yet never truly belonged there. Against her wishes, her parents forced her to sit beneath her sister's veil and take her place at the mandap. Hidden behind the veil, she prayed the marriage would end before anyone discovered the truth. But fate was never on her side. The moment the veil was lifted, silence fell. Shock turned into outrage. Whispers turned into accusations. And she was left to bear the consequences of a decision she had never made. Worst of all, the man she was now bound to looked at her with something far more painful than anger. Hatred. A hatred she couldn't understand. Yet despite everything, she held on to a fragile hope. A hope that perhaps, with time, things would get better. On their wedding night, she waited for him. And waited. But somewhere between hope and exhaustion, she fell asleep. What she didn't know was that her husband had already left the country that very night without a single word. Without an explanation. Without looking back. Six months later, he returns. The husband who abandoned her. The man who never wanted her. And the hatred in his eyes remains unchanged. A marriage forced upon two unwilling hearts. And a bond neither of them can escape. But fate had chosen already.

Arhaan leaned in, whispering, "Aap yeh shaadi nahi karna chahti?" (Don't you want to get married?) She shook her head. No. "Mana kardo." (Refuse them) She broke down harder. He didn't understand why, but then, Arhaan saw him. The groom. Middle-aged, maybe fifty. Dressed in sherwani, heavy-eyed, staring at the girl with a smile that made Arhaan's blood run cold. The girl shrank beside him like a dying flame. Arhaan's jaw clenched. Now the puzzle clicked. Of course she ran. What girl in her right mind would marry a man old enough to be her father? ----- A stormy night. A runaway bride. A split-second decision that changes everything. When their paths cross by chance, one act of courage sparks a chain of events neither saw coming, and a love neither of them was looking for. A tale of hearts colliding in the most unlikely storm. But, saving her was only the beginning. Dive into Saifa: The Bride He Saved and get lost in a love story that will keep you turning the pages. ✨ - Siya M

"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.