Jheel Verma is a CBI officer. She believes that justice is above all. Even her own family. She's confident, has an angry streak. Ruthless when required but has a soft spot only reserved for her parents. The perpetrators and criminals call her a mean bitch, but her parents and best friends know her as the kindest, most selfless person ever, only to them, that is. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a Real Estate mogul. Wealthy, arrogant but has a sane head on his shoulders which Jheel fails to recognise. The eldest son, who shoulders the responsibility of the entire empire over the remains of his own past demons. There's just something about him that demands attention and respect. Two things his future wife would rather jump off a cliff over rather than give him. One hot afternoon, Jheel pins this wealthy man to his car for ruining her planned mission. Abhimaan Singh Rathore will forever tell his kids, that's how he met their mother. Red faced, bright eyed and an arrogant little thing, to which Jheel would always reply with: You were the arrogant one, you idiot. Don't twist facts. In a series of meets and threats, Jheel and Abhimaan find themselves more and more entangled with each other. Why? Because the Universe lacks entertainment, hence makes it a mission to get these two hard heads together. To witness the drama, the rage, the secrets and beyond it all, the delicious catastrophe which occurred every time they were face to face. And entertainment it was, for a good while before..... feelings came in. Before destruction turned to destiny. Before they learned to find a rhythm in each other's chaos. ~~ They didn't just fall in love. They waged war with it. They collided, they claimed, they consumed and they burned. And when the smoke cleared, love was all that remained, scorched into their destined souls. ~~ Tropes- 🌊God tier Slow burn ⛈️Enemies to Lovers 👑Eldest son x Eldest daughter 😠Grumpy x Grumpy 🪢♾️Forced marriage

A beautiful love story.... Police X Student. DCP Ramachandra X Mythili. Take a look.

1857 - The year the soil of India turned red, not just with blood... but betrayal. Meera Thakur is the daughter of a freedom fighter. Bold, furious, and loyal to her land. Captain Aaric Grayson is a British officer - ruthless, powerful, and disturbingly obsessed. When power collides with rebellion, and obsession meets resistance - a war begins that neither the country nor their hearts are ready for. ✦ Forbidden romance ✦ Enemies-to-lovers ✦ Obsession vs loyalty ✦ This is not just a love story. This is a war between pride, power, and passion. ⚠️ Historical Fiction | Dark Themes | Wattpad Original 🔥 Updates every week 💌 Drop your thoughts in comments

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦: 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. She's stubborn, always has been actually. Doesn't take things seriously unless she wants to. Chaos? Yeah, that never really bothered her. But there was one thing she always kept her distance from . It was the world her father used to be a part of, and she had seen enough to know just how dangerous it was. The world where loyalty and betrayal walk side by side , where people live knowing tomorrow isn't promised. *Ahem* But babygirl still walked into the same world she once hated. Just to ruin him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Him isn't just any man. He's is the one whose name alone is enough to make people sweat, a man who lives and dies for brotherhood. After all, he's Haryanvi, and everyone knows a Haryanvi isn't truly a Haryanvi if loyalty for his brothers doesn't run in his blood. But his loyalty goes even deeper for that one man. And for him, he would destroy anyone. Even the girl he was once obsessed with. Note ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞ English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Translation of haryanvi dialogues are available.

Naina. The one who thinks, saying to leave him alone, and I will do that. I will never leave him. I am his Pareshani. He walks away, and I follow. He glares, and I grin. He builds walls, and I put a bomb on them, blasting those walls off. He tries to leave. I run in front of his car. Par pata hai, life mein maza tabhi he aata hai, jab life me koi parishani ho No matter where you go, gunda. I will be there. Ajay. She is a pain in my head. A headache, a nuisance. Trouble, god knows for what sin he is punishing me with her. She teases me like I am her damn puppet. Annoying. Stupid, and a big fucking Pareshani. She calls me Gunda. I don't want her, does she understand that? No, she laughs- a stupid grin on her face. She makes me want to just... Zindagi mein parishani hi parishani hai, mujhe ek aur parishani ki zaroorat nahi hai. Join Naina in her chase to get her Gunda. Why should the Guy always chase, and join A girl in her chase to get the man she loves? The Gunda Chronicles. First book.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

#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.)

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

The combination of fuel and fire is dangerous❤️🔥, everyone knows this but when two people become each other's fuel and fire💋, then either they burn themselves or burn anyone who comes between them...✨ And in this story, there is our fire, Samarth Singh Rathore, the king of Jodhpur, the best businessman of India, who is just like a devil, he has no place for anyone in his heart except his family, cold, grumpy, rude - all these are very small words, for him he is a devil, a devil. And our fuel is Siya Thakur, the only sister of India's biggest mafia, whom everyone also calls the princess of death, her favorite work is to send bad people straight to hell. Try to hurt their close ones and go straight to hell. To see how this fuel and fire combination will be, read below.🎀

'Kyu tum aankhon ki talab banti jaa rahi ho?' he asked in a tone which was defeated in love. Abhimaan Singh Rajvansh is a very reserved kind of person. King of Jaipur by birth and a business tycoon by profession. Abhimaan is extremely rude to people who try to break his walls. From fame to good looks to money and to a hell lot of arrogance........Abhimaan has everything. Love is the last matter Abhimaan would like to get stuck up in. What will happen when Abhimaan is forced by his grandfather to marry a girl who is exactly opposite to him? Will he still remain the same? Or the most unpredictable feeling created by god will make it's way into his life?