The entire state fears Chief Minister Veer Pratap Dahiya-a cold, rough Haryanvi leader with a short temper, a violent reputation, and zero patience for unnecessary people. Then enters Aarohi Sharma, a clumsy final-year CA student from Rishikesh who somehow crashes into his life... literally. Terrified of the CM, she unknowingly befriends his family, who hide their identity to keep her around. What starts as chaos, secrets, family bonding, and endless misunderstandings slowly changes everything. Because Veer falls first. And once a Haryanvi Jaat loves... Running away is no longer an option. ♥️ . . . . . . Credits: Chatgpt

" 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" ⎯ Zoravar Singh Ahlawat♚ ❣ °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●☆(◕‿◕✿)☆●○•°●○•°●○•°●○•° ❣ "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢! 𝐎𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢" ⎯ Eshvika Sharma♛ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do Not Copy My Work! Read trigger warning before reading the book. ❣

♡︎ 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 1 ♡︎ ༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻ समय यात्रा!!! हम सभी ने कभी न कभी सोचा है कि काश हम समय में पीछे जा पाते, तो हम ये करते, वो करते! कुछ लोग अपना प्यार पाना चाहते हैं, कुछ लोग अपना बचपन एक बार फिर से जीना चाहते हैं! लेकिन क्या ऐसा है? अभी तो नहीं, लेकिन भविष्य के बारे में कौन जानता है? कौन जानता है कि भविष्य में ऐसा कुछ हो सकता है? हमारी नायिका भी ऐसी ही एक पुरानी दुनिया में जाती है, जहाँ उसकी मुलाक़ात चित्तौड़गढ़ के राजा से होती है। ☆ वह 980 ई. तक कैसे पहुंची? ☆ कैसी होगी अपने साथी से मिलने की उसकी यात्रा जो उसकी दुनिया से नहीं है? ☆ वह अपनी दुनिया में वापस कैसे आएगी? ☆ दो अलग दुनिया का मिलन कैसा होगा? ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎ TROPES 𑁍 ❁ Slow burn romance ❁ Past x present ❁ Fml is from 2025 ❁ Mml is from 980 AD ❁ Sunshine x sunshine ❁ Mml is pookie ❁ Soft romance ❁ Polygamy ❁ Historical fantasy ❁ Royal family ❁ King x Law student ❁ Single father ❁ Time travel ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless businessman and a rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

𝙆𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 🌷 This is a school love story about two very different people. Rudra is the principal's son. He is an average student and lives under constant expectations. Rules are always around him, not because he wants them, but because everyone expects him to follow them. He isn't quiet or perfect-just someone trying to survive pressure. Isha is a topper. Studies come easily to her, but she is far from calm or silent. She is chaotic, talkative, and full of energy. She follows her own way, even when she is good at everything. They are from the same school but live very different lives. No cheating, toxicity sirf pyaar I hope you'll love this story. This is the story of how they slowly become part of each other's world.

She's selfless. He's arrogant. She's a dreamer. He's a realist. She's waiting for love. He's given up on love. They're opposites in every sense of the word, but they have one thing in common. They'd do anything for their families. Join Alayna and Zayan on their crazy, rollercoaster ride of what starts off as an arranged marriage. The annoying, spoilt doctor becomes his life, the queen of his heart, his wife. The arrogant, smirking billionaire doctor and surgeon who's also Alayna's mentor becomes her hero, the love of her life, her husband.

She became a wife without love. A student without freedom. And his secret without choice. Meera Sharma never imagined her arranged marriage would turn into a dangerous secret. Married to a stranger, she walks into her university the very next day-only to find her husband standing at the podium as her professor. Reyaan Malhotra is cold, controlled, and untouchable. To the world, he's a respected professor. Behind closed doors, he's a powerful man hiding more than just their marriage. Bound by vows they never chose, Meera and Reyaan are forced to play enemies in public and strangers in private-while slowly losing control of the emotions neither of them planned to feel. A secret marriage. An age gap. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Dark romance. Because some wives are loved openly... and some are kept in silence. 🖤 Author's Note This story contains a slow-burn romance, emotional tension, and mature themes. Please read responsibly and show love by voting and commenting 🤍

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal. Phool is a 18 years old girl who was a princess of Chittorgarh Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.