Rankings: #Top 1 in India- 04-/05/2026-10/05/2026 #Top 2 in India- 31/05/2026 #1 in Slow-burn Romance- 31/05/2026 #1 in Age-gap romance- 21/05/2026 #1 in Broken Family- 20/05/2026 #1 in Single Mother- 20/05/2026 #1 in Replaced Bride- 20/05/2026 #1 in FoundFamily- 03/06/2026 ------------------------------------------------- The Japanese have rightly said- "Broken pieces tend to mend each other when kept together." But what if the broken pieces are people instead? Sharanya Kapoor, 26, an architect, widow, and single mother, is forced into a marriage as a replacement for her step-sister who runs away from her wedding. Loving, emotionally perceptive, and carrying her own unhealed wounds, she unexpectedly enters the fractured Rajvansh household. Rishvaan Rajvansh, 34, a divorced businessman and father of two teenage sons, was once a man capable of loving deeply. But betrayal turned him cold, emotionally detached, and distant from both emotions and his children. Now, a stranger and her little daughter, Eirisha, become part of their already broken lives. Can Sharanya soften the harsh dynamics of the Rajvansh household with her quiet warmth? Will Ishvaan and Avyaan ever accept her... or her daughter as their own? Can she rebuild trust within Rishvaan's guarded heart? And if broken souls are kept together long enough... can they eventually become a family?

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy of her brother. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Characters Toxic Love Multi couple

This is the story of Shivani and Jay. Shivani is a student at Delhi University and the daughter of a retired professor. Jay Singhania, on the other hand, is Asia's number one businessman. One day, due to a sudden road accident, Jay Singhania's wife dies. Jay starts considering Shivani responsible for the accident. Due to one misunderstanding, Shivani's entire life gets ruined. What will happen when Jay Singhania finds out that he punished Shivani for someone else's mistake?

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Rudra..." she breathed, her voice trembling with shame and longing. "This is... wrong." He lifted his head, eyes burning with something fierce. "No," he whispered against her skin, "not when I've already chosen you as my wife." His hand slid down her waist, possessive but tender. "Not when I will stand with you in front of fire and vows." Her heart stuttered painfully, her throat tightening with truth she could no longer deny. "But... until then..." He silenced her again with a kiss-this one deeper, intoxicating, leaving her breathless. "Until then," he murmured against her lips, "let me love you." She closed her eyes, her resistance dissolving like sugar in warmth. And she let him. Let the man who wasn't her husband... but would be, soon... show her what it meant to be wanted, cherished, worshipped. Perhaps the biggest mistake of dilan Malik... Is believing his love for her.. Oblivious that this very love and night will haunt her forever... ...

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Anamika Pradhan, a former criminal lawyer turned political wife, has learned how to disappear gracefully-running a women's NGO, raising two children, and protecting her husband's rising political career in Mumbai. When a public scandal exposes his infidelity, her carefully maintained silence becomes a liability. Forced into the glare of media and power politics, Anamika must decide whether to continue playing the "good wife" or reclaim the legal mind she once buried-and the truth she's no longer willing to defend for someone else.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

"I want a divorce," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "What?" she asked, her heart sinking. "What about the promise you made on our wedding day?" A single tear slipped down her cheek. "That promise was just to save my family's name," he replied coldly, avoiding her gaze. "You lied to me? Is that why you treated me this way all these months?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. He remained silent. "Why?" she demanded. "She is back," he said flatly, offering no further explanation. Shivika swallowed the lump in her throat, her pain giving way to defiance. "Fine. I'll give you the divorce you want," she said harshly, wiping her tears before walking out, leaving behind the man who had shattered her heart. Shivika Kapoor(26 years), a bubbly and kind-hearted girl, saw her life fall apart when she became the unexpected bride of Abhimanyu Malhotra(30 years). Abhimanyu, the brilliant and distant star surgeon of Sapphire General Hospital, was admired for his charm and skill but had left Shivika with nothing but heartbreak. Was this the life she had imagined? Was this destiny's plan, or did their fractured bond hold any hope for healing? Both doctors at Sapphire General Hospital, Abhimanyu was Shivika's senior by three years, known for his brilliance and cold demeanor. Shivika, a fresh resident eager to prove herself, had long admired him from afar during her studies. But now, the shadows of their past loomed over them, threatening to destroy any chance at happiness. Fate had brought them together, but could two souls ever truly mend? Or would their lives forever be dictated by pain and unfulfilled promises? Dive into their story to uncover the twists, heartbreak, and hope of a love caught between duty and desire. Highly mature content. Read at your own risk. 18+

Some love stories don't end. They just... break. Years ago, two worlds collided and left behind unanswered questions, unfinished promises, and a love that never got the chance to live. One felt betrayed. The other carried a truth never spoken. Time passed. Lives changed. Now fate brings them face to face again not as lovers, but as strangers with a painful past. What happens when the love you never moved on from stands right in front of you... with a life that no longer includes you? This isn't a story about falling in love. It's about surviving it. ✨ Please read Part One before starting this story.

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.