"𝚊𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚢𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚔" "𝙰𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚒 𝚔𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒" ★★★ "𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒌,𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊" "𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒖!!!𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕" 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - A renowned young businessman whose aura speaks no-nonsense. He values time more an people. According to him " We should use time as a tool, not as a couch". For him love is a overrated emotional which is only created for the marketing gimmick 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 - A young & sweet university student who just shifted to Delhi for her Masters.She is a free spirit who believes in "Go with a flow". An ultimate late comer,for her " Time toh ata jata rahega pehle mai apni beauty sleep toh Puri kar lu".A old school lover who still thinks " one day a Prince charming will come on a white horse and take her with him " Jump into the story to explore the entangled love .

If someone had told Shylie she'd fall head over heels for a boy one day, she would've laughed in their face and probably bet a million rupees that they were wrong. Well, she would've lost that million. Because somewhere along the way, she found herself falling harder than she ever thought possible for one particular someone. A boy who spoke more through his cricket bat than his words. A boy who spent more time at practice nets and training sessions than at cafés and parties. And, unfortunately, a boy who always seemed to find new ways to get under her brother's skin. Every. Single. Time. So she did what any sane sister would do. She rolled her eyes whenever his name came up. She complained about him whenever her brother did. She pretended she couldn't stand him. Meanwhile, behind her brother's back, she was memorizing his smiles, waiting for his matches, and falling a little more in love with him every day. The irony wasn't lost on her. The boy she defended in her heart was the same boy her brother considered his biggest rival. And she didn't know how much longer she could keep that secret. Not because she was afraid of getting caught. But because she was tired of pretending. Tired of acting like her heart didn't race whenever she saw him. Tired of hiding feelings that seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. Still, if there was one thing she knew for sure, it was this: He was worth every lie she had ever told.

.·:*¨༺ "𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼" ༻¨*:·. ┏━━°❀•°:🎀:°•❀°━━━━━┓ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 ┗━━°❀•°:🎀:°•❀°━━━━━┛ The innocent, selfless girl endured constant neglect and cruel taunts, always hearing words. "𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯," "𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴," "𝘜𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥." For the first fourteen years of her life, the people she called as family abandon her at an orphanage, severing all ties with her. She bore the pain with a smile, accepting the harshness, but when they finally left her behind, it broke her. Shattered, yet not defeated, she found strength in her faith, trusting in God to guide her through the pain. Just when it seemed like she had reached her breaking point, her life took a sudden turn. She was adopted by a towering, intimidating man. Shivendra Rathore, a ruthless businessman, once the feared Mafia King known as SR, was a force to be reckoned with. A man who was the father of five boys, each one intimidating, cold, and aggressive. Will Ruhanika be able to change their hearts? Will she be the one to melt the tough exterior of these devils? Will she ever find the true family she's longed for? Follow Ruhanika's journey as she learns that family isn't defined by blood, but by the heart. A story of love, transformation, and finding where you truly belong. "𝓐 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮" - 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

𝙏𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙙𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙖𝙣.... · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · A normal college life. That's all Vanya Arora wanted. New beginnings. New dreams. New people. And absolutely no chaos. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing complicated. But life has never been particularly interested in giving her simple. Because if there's one thing Vanya is- it's chaos. And seeing a shirtless stranger casually roaming inside an all-girls' hostel on the very first night.... was definitely not part of the plan. Neither was seeing him again. Or realizing- that the same stranger somehow belongs exactly where he shouldn't. In her world. In her family. Her sister's brother-in-law. Somewhere between family meetings, shared glances, almost-arguments- something begins to unravel. Strange. Unexpected. Maybe god's plan or no? · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Read to see- 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙗 𝙖𝙖𝙫𝙚?

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊>>> ᴠᴇᴇʀᴀɴsʜ × sɪᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴠᴇᴇʀᴀɴsʜ sɪɴɢʜᴀɴɪᴀ❦ A ruthless mafia boss, veiled as a cafe owner, is a monster no one can tame- until a melody walks into his life unexpectedly. ꜱɪᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴍᴇʜʀᴀ❦ A singer who paints color into every black-and-white life. In short, she is an angel loved by everyone-until she unexpectedly falls for a cute guy hiding a monster within. But can she tame him? If you're looking for the cute guy with whom you shared a fleeting glance at Ganesh Chaturthi-this story is for you>>>❥

Doing a job is fine, but having a bad first impression on your boss outside of the workplace is not fine. By the time Aahira could realise that the one whom she had just trash-talked about her boss to was her boss himself, it was too late. Paperclipped With Her revolves around Aahira Awan (26), a very honest lady and a little too talkative. Everyone she meets likes her, except for the time she clashed with her soon-to-be boss at the signal, Avyan Devan (30); perhaps that was when her charisma faded. Aahira tried her best to keep everything professional, but her boss could not resist the urge to make things too personal, constantly instigating her to fight with him. They clash. They argue. They avoid each other. Why is Avyan still putting up with her when he has the power to lay her off at any time? What makes Aahira decide not to step down? Will they be able to fight their way into sharing a home?

Some loves are not meant to be lived - only worshipped. RADHIKA She grew up protected by two boys. One who stood beside her like certainty- confident, fearless, impossible to ignore. And one who stayed a step behind- quiet, steady, loving her enough to never ask for her. They were her constants. Her shadows. Her safe place. She never knew. Because neither of them ever said it. --- They loved her in different ways. One believed love meant choosing her openly. The other believed love meant choosing her happiness-even if it wasn't with him. And Radhika? Radhika loved them both. Innocently. Completely. Unknowingly. --- But life has a way of asking questions the heart isn't ready to answer. When friendship begins to blur into devotion, when silence starts to hurt more than rejection, when love demands a choice- Who does she choose? The one who fights for her? Or the one who worships her? --- This is not a story about a love triangle. It is a story about three hearts, two kinds of love and one woman standing at the center of it all, unaware that every choice will change everything. ------------------------------------------------ This story belongs to the same universe as Vivan and Aarvi. Radhika is their daughter-the child they chose, raised, and loved as their own. If you are an old reader, you already know the journey that shaped this family. You will find familiar names, emotions, and echoes of the past woven gently into this story. If you are a new reader, don't worry. This book is written so it can be read independently. You do not need to read Vivan and Aarvi's story to understand Radhika's. This is her story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1. #nextgeneration (25-03-26) 2. #wattpad (30-03-26)

#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.)

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?