INDIAN ROMANCE 🦢🪷🐚 #Top 1 in India - 29/1/26 #Top 2 in India-28/1/26 #Top 3 in India-4/9/25 "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 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. ✰ Until one day when 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?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

ᐯᗴᗴᖇ KᑌᒪKᗩᖇᑎI : 𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 26 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆. ✯✯✯✯ 𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚒 Zara is 19 years old. She is the daughter of a business man her father is not well known but always fulfills all her demands as her daughter is the last sign of his love Zara is an apple of eyes for her father but a thorn for other family members. She thinks that love is beautiful and everything can be healed with love and care. Her life took a big turn when her path got crossed with veer banglore's most feared gangster. But things will start getting more Tangled when one of them will start falling for the other.

Two souls, once entwined, now apart, Fate's puzzle, a mysterious heart. Vanya, a beauty, with secrets untold, Orphaned, yet loved, with a heart of gold. Rudransh, a beast, with a human spark, Lost his princess, in a shattered dark. Their paths collide, like stars in the night, Unaware of the past, a new tale takes flight. Vanya, cold-hearted, with a soft center too, Rudransh, a sunshine guy, with a heart anew. Their love story, a dance of fate's design, Unraveling mysteries, like a poetic rhyme. Will he recognize her, through the veil of time? Will she discover her truth, and her heart's rhyme? The mystery unfolds, like a rose in bloom, Their love story, a testament to fate's sweet tune. Their journey weaves, a tapestry so fine, A tale of friendship, love, and a soft spark divine. Vanya and Rudransh, two souls meant to be, Together they'll find, their destiny. What Happens When They Meet Each Other? Will He be Able To Recognize Her? Will She Get To Know Her Real Identify? What Will Happen When That Mystery Reveals? Let's Join Them In This Tale Of Love, Friendship, Familiar Bonds And A Hidden Mystery... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"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. ​

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.🎀

She was a village girl with bruises on her skin and faith in her heart. He was the feared Sarpanch of Devgarh-powerful, controlled, and unforgiving. When Aaradhya is caught in a trafficking ring run by one of the most influential men in the region, Raajvardhan Rathore steps in-not as a savior, but as the law. What begins as a rescue turns into a battle against corruption, buried secrets, and a murder that was disguised as an accident. Set in rural India in the 1980s, this story explores power, trauma, devotion, and a dangerous attraction that grows only when choice replaces fear. This is not a soft love story. It is intense, raw, and unapologetically adult. Read at your own risk. ~~~ 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (𝟐𝟓) A gentle, bruised soul with a lotus-heart-raised in fear, sold by her own father, and unknowingly destined to be the fire that melts a king. 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝟑𝟎) The ruthless Sarpanch of Devgarh-dominant, feared, and dangerously possessive. A man carved from silence, devotion, and buried grief. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc

"MOHAN KE MANN KO LUBHAAYE GAYI RE, BARSANE KI CHHORI, RADHA GORI-GORI" And this is where it all started, hello my delusionals, welcome to another new story. "Barsana", the city of Shri Radha Rani...the place where this story was born. "ARRANGE MARRIAGE", which can also be called the fear of girls. Actually not arranged marriage, "marriage"- itself is the biggest fear of girls. Leaving the house where you lived since childhood and going to someone else's house, whatever little freedom we had since childhood will also become equivalent to nothing. So here I am, with my new and unique story, where I will try to reduce this fear of all of us to a certain extent. Where you will find that if arranged marriage is sinful then this sin can also be very beautiful. Then let's dive into this sin together.