𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

Aysel Moren, the feared name today was once dearest to her brothers until that dreadful night of her 16th birthday when every ounce of love was snatched away from her. One moment, the Kingsley family was celebrating her only daughter's birthday, the other moment, Aysel and her five brothers were standing at their own parents' funeral. And the worst part? Aysel was blamed for it. Her face was caught in the CCTV camera. The family was already shattered and the last form of togetherness was also stripped away when they threw 16 years old Aysel outside their house. She pleaded and pleaded to the point that her voice cracked, her throat got soared. The brothers turned deaf ears to her pleas. That day, she not only lost her parents but her brothers too who have promised to be with her in every situation. She left. She knew her brothers won't even look at her, listening was still too far. Having struggled for years, she finally gained the power and rebirth from ashes under Moren's Mafia. The rival of Kingsley once upon a time. She vowed to never look back, until one day, she got the news of a bomb being planted in Kingsley's mansion. It took her every cell to convince herself that she doesn't care but a sister still exists inside her who has never fully stopped loving the men, she once called brothers. She saved them from the fire, treated their injuries inside her own house. And gives them exactly one month to regain everything they lost from the enemy who burned down their whole mansion, who also managed to freeze their bank accounts. They'll stay inside her house for a month watching her little sister all grown up, holding scars and secrets like a second skin. Will they be able to see her real broken state beyond the facade she carries everyday? Will the truth of that night ever emerge out? Read to find out "Thirty Days Under Her Roof". This is completely my story, my imagination. Copyright © 2026 by Alisha

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

#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.)

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭" ••• "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ••• "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?" "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞!" ••• "𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞"

The main lead's story is about a marriage arranged by destiny itself - a divine connection. Two strangers, with contrasting personalities and different perspectives on life and love, are bound by a single vow of prestige. Destiny played its game - and in doing so, filled their hearts with immense love. The second lead's story is about love at first sight. Two total strangers slowly become one soul in two bodies, two lives sharing one purpose, two destinations merging into a single path. He fell first... but she fell harder. Started: 1 August 2024 Ended:

" You can't do this to me please " , exclaimed she fearfully . " I can sweetheart , I can " , he said coldly pointing a GUN towards her " But you said you loved me then noooo you can't cheat me noo you can't , I am sure so.. someone is forcing you I...I " , " Shut Up " , she flinched at his tone " No you can't Ahhhhhhh " , A Gun Shot was heard !! He is Fire She is Ice He is Arrogant She is Sweet He is Cold Hearted She is Kind He is a person with No Heart , No Mercy , No Kindness She is a person with Joyful Nature , Beautiful Heart Hey Yeah Welcome Peeps !! Welcome to " His Obsession " A story between the two poles who are totally different from each other , what happens when they cross their Paths Will her Love tame his demons !! If you came till here then give my book a chance , I will try my level best not to disappoint you guys . Well I am a person who is fond and a Fan of reading novels and here I go first time writing a story . Well I am hell nervous about my first book ever and the response of my Audience but I will give my best . So yeah I welcome you all Ps : English is not my first language so nth grammatical mistakes could be found so already sorry for that , hahahah

# Top 3 in india -(19,20,21/08/25) # Top 7 in india -(25,26/08/25) 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Destiny is written by God, and only He can change it. She is a young woman-innocent, naive, and pure-hearted-who has known nothing but pain in the world. Her parents don't care for her; in fact, they despise her. Alone and abandoned, she struggles to survive in a world that seems determined to break her. He is the ruthless mafia king of India, feared by all and loyal only to his family. He doesn't believe in love... until she enters his life, and everything he thought he knew begins to change. read the whole book and enjoy .. english is not my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes 36 #bride - out of 2.19k stories #3-loveaffairs. #11-coldhearted #1-introvert #1-mbbs #5--brothers #2-lovestory(out of 396k)

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?