It's a coming-of-age military drama with romance. Some dreams demand sleepless nights. Some uniforms demand silent sacrifices. For Vishwaja, wearing the olive green has never been about prestige. It's about purpose. Entering the Armed Forces Medical College, she expects years of relentless training, impossible exams, and the responsibility of becoming a military doctor. What she doesn't expect is a group of strangers who become family, lessons that shape her beyond medicine, and a quiet Captain whose path keeps crossing hers in ways neither of them could have imagined. In a world where duty comes before everything, friendships are tested, hearts are broken, and every farewell carries the weight of uncertainty. Some stories aren't remembered because they were perfect. They're remembered because they leave echoes long after they're over.

Advika Singh Raizada x Zian Deekshit "Hearts" Series Book III The story of two minds spiralled. The story of two hearts enslaved each other's. She was the Boss. The CEO. She was the Business woman. She was the fire. She was everything anyone would ask for. She was the enemy anyone would fear. But she was not his. She was too worthy! He was the employee. The PA. He was the bodyguard. He was the ice. He wanted everything anyone would ask for. He knew her as the enemy. But she was not his. He was not worthy! Everything was good until something snapped between them. And that was undoable. Advika Singh Raizada~ "Ask me anything under the sky. I will give it to you. Ask me anything, but not to forget you! Don't ask me not to love you, when the reason I breathe is your love!" Zian Deekshit~ "I can't do this! We are very very different. Our ideologies, our motifs, our lives, everything is different. This will not reach anywhere else, but at an apocalypse. Forget me! Unlove me! I am not for you. I can't do this with you. I am sorry!" . . . . . CEO x Personal Assistant CEO x Bodyguard Rich x Poor Sunshine x Grumpy Age gap Enemies to lovers Forbidden romance

BOOK 2 OF THE PARADISE SERIES Some stories don't begin with a spark. They begin with a scar. Rehaan Jaisingh never believed in second chances. He believed in power, in silence, keeping his heart locked behind the iron gates carved by betrayal. As the heir of Jaisingh empire he has been raised with cold ambition and colder truths. Love for him was a weakness. A luxury that a lonely couldn't afford. And yet, once upon a time. He dared to love- wildly, recklessly, completely. Naina. The girl with monsoon eyes and wildfire in her veins. His best friends. His undying. His destruction. Until she shattered him. Years passed. People changed. But what remained. Pain. It matured. And when fate threw them together not as lovers, not as friends, but as enemies bound by forced marriage. Old wounds cracked open like fault lines. They were fire and ash now. Through their rage and regret, two storms were trapped in the same story, arching each other with unspoken history and unreliable tension. But neither of them knew, what was buried beneath the ruins of their shared pasts where truths were darker than either imagined. Lies told in hushed voices. Manipulation rooted in bloodlines. And love that refused to die no matter how brutally it was buried. It's a war story- of trust against time. Because some love stories don't have a clean beginnings. They begin where everything ends.

𝗔𝗡𝗨 𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗟 A girl with a soft smile and eyes full of secrets. Innocent. Graceful. Loved by everyone. A Maharashtrian girl raised in Rajasthan, cherished as a daughter, protected as a sister, admired as a friend. No one ever suspected the strength she carried. No one ever imagined the storm she was becoming. All she wanted was freedom. What she got instead... was a destiny tied to danger. 🖤 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗬𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗥𝗔 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜 A man born into royalty, power, and shadows. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. To the world, he is a respected businessman - one of the youngest billionaires of the country. To those who know better, he is a ruler who never forgives betrayal. There are only two things Vidyut Suryawanshi bows to - his family... and his responsibilities. Love was never part of his plans. Until he forced the fate to place her in his path. ❤️❤️ After I finished, I stood up. "Done." He held my hand, bent slightly, and kissed my knuckles. "Thank you, wifey." I rolled my eyes. "Welcome, husband. And keep the kit back." I had barely reached the door when an idea struck. I turned back, walked up to him sweetly, wrapped my arms around his neck. "Vidyut ji... I wanted to say something." His hands went to my waist instinctively. And then- Rip. I pulled off the button I had just stitched. His eyes widened. "ANU?!" I laughed and ran. "This is your punishment for lying to me!" Behind me, I heard his voice - amused, dangerous, and very certain. "Run while you can, Mrs. Suryawanshi."

𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺...𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀. ────୨ৎ──── 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠...𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩? ────୨ৎ──── ☆𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄☆ 𐙚𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 1 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦𐙚

Her wedding collapsed. His heart already had. When fate binds Nandini Pandey to Sangram Singh Sanger - her brother's stoic commander and a man drowning in guilt - they're thrust into a marriage neither expected. In crossing their own Aag Ka Dariya, they find that sometimes the fiercest love is born from fire.

"MANTRA NAHI RUKNE CHAHIYE PANDIT." His voice roared across the hall. And just like that, the crowd forgot everything...except fear. Eyes dropped, breaths slowed....no one dared exist too loudly. (The mantras should not stop, no matter what, Pandit) HE circled around HER slowly, like a predator that had already claimed his PREY. And then... He turned. And seated himself like a KING on his throne. ON THE SEAT MEANT FOR THE GROOM. __________________________________ "Tumhare jism ka gunaah toh phir bhi mita diya jaa sakta tha... lekin yeh dil.... iss naacheez ne yeh sochne ki himmat kaise kar li ki yeh humari jaan ke naam se dhadkega?" ( "The sin of your body could still have been washed away... but this heart.... how did this wretched thing dare to think it could beat in the name of my Jaan?") AND JUST LIKE THAT HE PLUNGED HIS THICK FINGERS IN AND RIPPED THE MAN'S HEART OUT OF HIS CHEST AND CRUSHED IT RIGHT UNDER HIS FEET, Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #1 in historicalromance #1 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince

🕯️My first story.. Major Paresh Chauhan - age 32, Para SF officer. Ruthless. Commanding. Brilliant. Known for his razor-sharp mind and battlefield instincts, Paresh is a man who thrives in chaos and obeys only his own code. Muscular, tall, and strikingly handsome, he hides scars behind authority, and a heart long buried beneath duty. Bella Mehra - age 28, tech prodigy and civilian project lead. Independent, compassionate, and sharper than she appears. Bella has spent her life helping others, but never learned how to help herself. Soft-spoken yet unbreakably strong, she's the kind of woman who believes in peace - even while the world around her burns. Their worlds were never meant to meet. Until a high-stakes military-civilian operation drags them together. Until a data breach threatens national security and she's the one blamed. And until an impossible decision is made behind closed doors, To protect her... she must marry him. By the order of Army Command, signed off by retired General Vikram Chauhan, Paresh's father approved because army reputation. Their marriage is not love It's a cover-up. A strategy. A command For him, she's a burden of responsibility. For her, he's a cage she never chose. But fate doesn't care for comfort. And when war breaks out inside borders and hearts what lies beneath the uniform may matter more than any battlefields. • • • "He wore the uniform like armour. She saw the man beneath it."🕯️

Nitya Ranawat is married to the Politician Adyant Ranawat. Nitya and Adyant have to face their battles of conflicts and wars of love. Politics is not all about luxuries and comforts. It's about powerplay. moneyplay and this time it's also about Loveplay. Let's see how the Politicians will play the power game and the lovers will play the lovegame , because they have elected each other. ELECTING YOU LOVE Peep in to know more... Ongoing story on scrollstack

🔅🔆Sequel of The Crowned Prince. Can't be read alone, kindly read The Crowned Prince first.🔆🔅 As he said, "It's not going to be peaches and cream,it's going to be roses and thorns." And he was waiting to be torn by the thorns just to get a whiff of the intoxicating smell of that sinful Rose. 🔅🔆🔅 She settled herself beside him. He glanced up from his laptop and asked, "What happened?" "I am nervous.",she muttered. "Come here.", he kept his laptop aside and pulled her closer. She hugged him tightly, hiding her face in his chest. He possessively wrapped his arms around her as if hiding her from the world. "You are my Queen, you know that?",he patted her head. She nodded her head, but pushing herself more in his chest. Who will tell this Crown Prince, that it was not nervousness, but her craving for his attention, love and care. 🔅🔆🔅 "Enough!!",she showed her hand and said in a loud voice. "Mr. Rawal, tell your son to stay in his limits.",she looked at the aged man. "Why the hell are you talking to my father? Talk to me, woman.",that man said arrogantly. "Mr. Yogesh Rawal, if I would have been you, I would love to mind my own business. Don't you dare to talk to me in that tone,ever. Believe me, you won't love the consequences.", her sweet tone laced with venom. "How-" He started in anger only to be cut in middle by her. "You love to test my patience, don't you? Listen to me and listen clearly, if you want your little self to stay alive,might I add in a single piece then just shut your bloody mouth. My tolerance is hanging on a thin thread.", she whispered to make it clear to that thick headed man. 🔅🔆🔅 She is the woman. Woman of words and confidence. Woman who demand respect. Her aura, screaming authority. Her eyes, burning with embers. Her heart, blazing from years. Her soul, greedy to see someone's end. Beware! Nobody will be spared in THE QUEEN'S REALM. 🔅🔆🔅 Peep in to know more....