"Aaye Nazar chehre hazar...hona the pyaar hua mere yaar"✨ ⭐ If you loved Tum Hi Tum by Pixiwrts, I hope you'll this too. Meet:- RUHI SHARMA, a 16-year-old commerce student known for being the topper of her class. She believes life is all about winning rivalries. People often think she's arrogant, but deep down, she's just an emotional girl who cries during sad movie scenes. But what happens when Vihaan Mehta enters her life? Will it be another rivalry... or the beginning of a love story? 💞 Meet:- VIHAAN MEHTA, a 16-year-old commerce student-lazy, confident, and the kind of guy who can make anyone laugh. He believes love is just a myth... until she walks in and changes everything. 💫 In the hallways of a commerce classroom, between dreams, fights, friendships, and secrets - two lives collide to prove that sometimes... hona hi tha pyaar © All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or redistribute this story without permission.

#Top 4 in India (02/11/2025) So before starting the story... I'm gonna say one thing that, it's my 2nd book after One-sided love from childhood... 𝙎𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮!! 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝𝙝♡!!! I'm so excited!! Youll want single dad trop book so badly so that's why l'm realising a new yet short book on trope single dad!! So I hope you'll love this book...And i Didn't decided the trops yet😭...i'll inform when 'Il decide the tropes.. And I'll post everything on Wattpad tomorrow♡ ♡ 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥 ♡ DON'T COPY ANYTHING FROM MY BOOK!!⚠️

"𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒛𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒂𝒗 𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂, 𝑫𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂, 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒖𝒑𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒂." ----☆☆---- To those who lose themselves in the allure of desi royal romance, Where ishq reigns supreme, pure and consuming. But as with all things, love has two faces. What unfolds when ishq turns into junoon, And junooniyat collides with the unpredictable twists of a baazii? This is for those, who crave a story of passion, intrigue, and the duality of love.This book will take you on a journey where every heartbeat is a gamble, and every glance holds a secret.

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

INDIAN ROMANCE 🦢🪷🐚 "The most unexpected things come to us when we least expect it." Yash showed up in Aarya's life only to love her without expecting anything but Aarya? She was not ready to believe in the word "Love." YASH OBEROI a famous actor and AARYA SHARMA a simple interned doctor and a single mom. Will Aarya give Yash a chance? Will fate bring them together? Or will Yash break Aarya's heart like everyone else? ✰ Raghav was Aarya's worst nightmare. The man she thought would love her ended up hurting her beyond repair. But Yash? He was the prince charming. Where raghav caged her, Yash would set himself on fire just to keep her warm. He would love Aarya till his last breath. But would Aarya be able to love yash back? Her trust in love was completely gone with the men she meet in her life. Everytime she gave love a chance they broke her and now she stopped believing in love. ✰ Raghav's pyre burned and the whispers grew louder. Taunting Aarya and calling her unlucky. Yash stood in the crowd. His face covered by a mask,cap and glasses. He had heard enough. He pulled out a blade and dragged it across his own palm. Blood dropped onto the ground and before anyone could react he filled it across Aarya's hairline. Without glancing at crowd he picked her up and took seven phera's around the burning pyre of her dead husband. "Now let's see who calls you unlucky." Yash's emotions took over him and he made a mistake of marrying Aarya. His reputation was at stake and they had to keep this marriage a secret. The Film industry would drag him down once they get to know that he's married to a widow with a child. Unknown to Yash that the only faceless girl he fell in love with that day was none other than the girl he'd married accidentally. Their story was written by God and fate played it's role.The long lost Princess of Jaipur who had no idea that she was a princess and the famous Actor. How will their story take turns? Top 3 in India - 4/09/25

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 - 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

"𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣." "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚." She was a widow, he was a mad king. She lived in white, her days as hollow as the bangles she shattered at her husband's pyre. He lived in red, a force of chaos wrapped in flesh, his path painted in the blood of the fallen, his throne a pyre of the conquered. His enemies feared his madness. His allies feared his boredom. He did not rage to conquer-he raged to feel, to break the silence that clung to his soul like the ashes of his fallen foes. She wasn't just a bride, she was the prize, the possession he won in a war. He extended his hand, rough and scarred, the hand that had broken empires and crushed crowns. His voice was a low rumble, a whisper wrapped in steel. "Yeh haath ek shauk nahi... ek zimmedari hai. Thukra dengi toh bhi, zindagi bhar yeh haath kisi aur ke liye nahi badhega." She looked at the outstretched hand, the hand that had shattered kingdoms, and her lips curled in a bitter, ghostly smile. "Vidhva hai hum... Bhagwan bhi maaf nahi karenge." He stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken promises and dangerous desires, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening with a madness only she seemed capable of awakening. "Jab mard pe daag lagta hai, uski kamai se dhul jaata hai. Magar aurat par jo daag lagta hai, woh uske marne ke baad bhi zinda rehta hai." His fingers twitched, aching to trace the curve of her neck, to feel the pulse beneath her fragile skin, to break the distance between madness and defiance. "Aap mere liye sirf kamzori nahi, junoon hai," he murmured, his voice rough, the words a dark promise. "Aur junoon ke raaste mein aane wale log sirf ek hi anjaam paate hain-maut." And in that stolen breath, where white met red, where restraint clash