𝐀 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 . 𝐒𝐨 , 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 🍆💦🫦🔞

The year is 1700. In an age where a daughter's fate is decided by her family, seventeen-year-old Pratigya Singh, a girl raised in the comfort of the city, is married off by her father to the powerful Sarpanch of Raunkpur. Thrown into a world ruled by tradition, power, and unspoken laws, Pratigya must learn to survive in a village that watches her every move. She may be young and untouched by the harsh realities of life, but beneath her innocent eyes lies a mind as sharp as a blade. She speaks only when her words matter. And when she remains silent... her silence says far more than anyone can bear to hear. As secrets unfold, loyalties are tested, and enemies hide behind familiar faces, the new Sarpanch's wife discovers that becoming the Thakurain of Raunkpur is not merely about wearing a veil-it is about carrying the weight of a village, protecting those she loves, and standing beside a man the world fears but she is determined to understand. In a time where women were expected to bow their heads, Pratigya's greatest strength will not be her voice... It will be the wisdom behind her silence. This version has a historical, elegant tone suited for a period romance with political and family drama.

He was power. She was innocence. Atish Singh never believed in love-only control, authority, and power. As the Sarpanch of Aligarh, people feared him... and obeyed him. Amrit Mehta had never seen darkness. Raised in comfort and love, her world was soft-until her father's last decision bound her to a man she had never met. A marriage made out of desperation. A husband who never wanted her. A world she was never meant to survive in. But in a life ruled by power and enemies- will she remain just a responsibility... or become something far more dangerous?

"I didn't just choose you, Surbhi. I marked you the moment I saw you. And what belongs to Mahesh Singh Rana, stays with him forever." Eighteen-year-old Surbhi was the pride of her modest household-a girl whose laughter was as bright as the mustard fields of her village. But in the rural heartland, beauty is a dangerous currency. One glimpse was all it took for Mahesh Singh Rana, the young and formidable Sarpanch of eighty-five villages, to decide her fate. For the Rawat family, the marriage proposal is a divine blessing from the most powerful man in the region. For Surbhi, it is a silent death sentence to her freedom. Behind the grandeur of a royal wedding and the weight of ancestral gold lies a chilling reality. Mahesh doesn't want a partner; he wants a prize. He doesn't seek love; he demands absolute submission. As Surbhi steps into the sprawling Rana estate, she realizes that her new home is a gilded cage where her husband's word is law, and his obsession is her prison. In a world where "consent" is a word never spoken and tradition is used as a weapon, can Surbhi find her voice, or will she be consumed by the dark desire of the man who claims to own her soul?

#3 Top 10 in India on (30/5/26) #4 Top 10 in India on (01/6/26) The year is 1980. Sudha Gupta - a simple village girl with hundreds of dreams in her eyes - imagines a future full of hope, freedom, and happiness. But destiny had already written something very different for her. She is married to Dhruv Pratap Singh, a man she barely knows. An arranged marriage that suddenly changes the course of her life forever. Two strangers. Two different worlds. Bound together by tradition. Their journey is a rollercoaster of emotions - fear, silence, understanding, trust, and maybe love? Will they learn to accept each other? Will Sudha find the life she dreams of? Or will fate test them in ways they never expected? ✨ Let's step into their world and witness the beginning of Sudha and Dhruv's unforgettable journey. ✨

Do bhai, ek ghar... aur beech mein sab kuch jo kabhi keh nahi paaye. In a 3BHK flat where the ceiling fan wobbled louder than people's tempers, Advik and Vidhit grew up in the glorious, lovable mess of a middle-class Indian family. Four people. Two school bags. One landline. And zero space for secrets. Advik, Class 12 - serious, soft-spoken, a dutiful son who never talked back, previously known as the Lalla of the house. But deep down? A boy who wrote poetry in the back of his maths notebook and stared too long at the girl with the braid in Section B. Vidit, Class 10- dramatic, filmi, Dadi's favourite punching bag (with chappals), and the undisputed Babu of the house... if it had existed back then.

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

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 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India 4 july 2026 :- top 6 from top 10 5 July 2026 :- top 8 from top 10 17 july 2026 top 10 from to 10 ***************************************** 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.

Book 1 of 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 & 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ♡𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸♡ 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝘅𝗲𝗱 ~❝The stars wrote their ending... destiny rewrote it.❞ ☆───────────────♡₊˚ˑ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞." I snarled, pushing his hands away from my cheeks. Chuckling, he gripped my jaw and whispered, "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?" My heart clenched, remembering the deal, while a tear fell from my eyes. ☆° Kumud - a carefree girl, naughty and bubbly. She didn't care about anyone's opinion and lived her life to the fullest. Being the daughter of the chieftain of Raigarh, she was adored by the royals themselves. The king and queen treated her as equal to their daughter, Meera. And Meera - she too treated her as her own. Their bond was inseparable, so whenever she visited her aunt's house in Tejbhoomi, she used to take her along. There, they both used to pull pranks and fill the house with their lovely laughter. Tejbhoomi had two princes - Aadvit and Aadvik but no princess, so the queen treated Kumud and Meera as her own. Out of love, she asked Kumud's father for her hand for one of her sons. But it came with a condition - the son who would take the throne would marry her. Adaman t to keep Kumud, Tejbhoomi's king and queen agreed, not knowing what havoc they had invoked. The marriage, which was supposed to make everyone happy, turned out to be horrible. And at last, it ended with death. But did it really end, or was it the beginning of something far worse and more dangerous? 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (❁'◡'❁