Don't read out loud. There are eyes embedded in the walls. They're real. -• Where are rest of seven letters?

She believes the truth can change the world. He is the truth the world is afraid of. Alizey Siddiqui is a journalism student who still believes corruption can be exposed and justice can win. Mumbai's violence unsettles her... but it also fuels her determination to dig deeper, ask harder questions, and chase stories others are too afraid to touch. Ibrahim Faizan is everything the world sees as harmless... a reckless billionaire's second son, addicted to speed, betting, and danger. What no one knows is that he is the invisible hand behind Mumbai's most powerful syndicate. A genius. A psycho. A man whose face and crimes exist only in whispers. When their paths collide, Alizey unknowingly steps into a world built on blood, secrets, and absolute control. And Ibrahim, a man who has never been challenged by conscience or emotion, finds himself dangerously drawn to the one woman who threatens his carefully constructed shadows. In a city where power decides who lives and who disappears, truth becomes the most dangerous weapon of all... and love may be the deadliest risk.

Ishq Junu Jab Hadh Se Badh Jaaye, Haste Haste Aashiq Suli Chad Jaaye. At 25, Aadarsh Singhania is a ruthless, introverted tycoon. Once a charming youth, he is now emotionless to all-except his family. Obsessed only with his best friend, "Moonshine," he faces her absolute hatred. To her, he is a stranger; to him, winning her back is his only redemption. *************************************************** 24 years old, Siya Mehra was once a bubbly "princess," the light in every room. That fairytale shattered when her family turned against her and her best friend, "Aadu," accused her falsely. Rising from the ashes, she is now a ruthless, cold businesswoman-a hardened survivor who needs no one. *************************************************** ●What was the reason her own family abandoned her? ●What happens when ex- best friends enter into an arranged marriage? ●Will love or hate prevail in their relationship? ●Will they grow closer, or will their past keep them apart? *************************************************** Pyaar Karte ho Humse Aadrash? Pyaar Nahi Ishq karte Hai Hum Aapse. Jo Hum Apni Saanson se,Apni Jaan Se Bhi Jada Karte Hai. Hum Apko Thik Ushe Tarah Chahte Hai Jaise Shiv Apni Shakti Ko Chahte hai. Fir ushe Ishq ke liye,Hume jaane do Sabse dur. ***************************************************

#TOP 1 in India (18/10/24) #TOP 7 in India (25/11/24) #TOP 2 in India (27/11/24) #TOP 2 in India (14/12/24) #TOP 4 in India (17/02/25) #TOP 2 in India (17/02/25) #TOP 3 in India (31/03/25) #TOP 1 in India (31/03/25) #TOP 4 in India (17/11/25) #TOP 2 in India (26/01/26) #TOP 3 in India (20/03/26) #TOP 5 in India (21/03/26) #TOP 2 in India (08/05/26) When their unrequited love turned into requited, everything - even the world around them - seemed to fade away. There was only one thing left: them, bound by true and unconditional love. The only way to heal from unrequited love is to give it to someone who knows how to "appreciate" it. She, in the midst of unrequited love, says: "I understand your story, I know your pain, I wanted to be with you in every rain. I wanted to hold you close and whisper, it's going to be alright. But I don't know... will that day ever come?" When it becomes requited, he says: "You understand my story, You know my pain, You wanted to be with me in every rain8. You wanted to hold me close and whisper, it's going to be alright. And look - it all happens today." Discover the universe of Unrequited To Requited love..... Started: 13th July 2024 End:

She was ambitious, fierce, and deceptive-yet trapped in the nightmare of her haunted past. The night she lost her family, the night she was buried alive-those memories became her prison. Now, after fifteen years, she's back with one purpose: revenge, redemption, and reckoning. She's ready to cross every limit to reach her destination. He was calculating, elusive, untouchable-a man who erased his identity to protect a fragile life, living among a family that was never his own. But even the strongest, most unyielding resolve bends when it cannot dominate. He refused her marriage proposal. So, she turned rejection into her greatest disguise-marrying him, dressed in deception, to rewrite destiny once more, unaware that the truth he buried could destroy them both. But hearts like theirs always find their way back-and when they do, they don't just collide; they carve destinies.

"𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝑴𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒗𝒆𝒛𝒅𝒂" ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄ She is the unwanted Queen of Jaipur and the unwanted wife of the King, Rana Arjun Dev. He is the Ruthless Businessman from Russia. And the richest man among the Russians, who doesn't believe in love or softness. What happens when he catches a glimpse of her? What happens when she ends up as his exchange gift? To know about them... Dive into the story😉 ...... 🌸 ...... Start on : 12/01/2026

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭. Officially starting from March 21

Tropes Forced Arranged marriage Enemies to lovers Banter Billionaire North Indian X South Indian Best friend's brother Sassy heroine Smut Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she's officially living in her worst nightmare. HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch a three-hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins on everyone's shocked face). ❌ That's worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job.This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation. KARTHICK: If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you really need to pee. She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence. The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage, accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get... and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding. It's an all out war.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​