-:Where Dark political aura clashes with Soft intellectual light:- Shia Sinha~ A PhD student in Delhi University, researching on a topic which she believed since she was a kid. Satisfying everyone's expectations took away her hope to fly like a free bird but still she dared to dream. She is a soulful, sweet and modern high profile student. Zaviyar Chaudhary~ Haryanvi politician, current CM of Haryana. Despise the theory of Love. He considers it a fatal flaw. Born into a political dynasty family he was raised to be a tough and cold man who holds power to control anything and everything. Just like his name he is unyielding, authoritative and grounded in the soil and politics of Haryana. But everything comes with a price, doesn't it? In the high-stakes world of Haryanvi politics, where power is currency, being "untouchable" by emotion makes him dangerous. If he is the storm then she is the hush that follows it. Some stories are written with blood and some are destroyed by Love. 📍NOT A FAN-FICTION

"He rules Bathinda like it's his personal kingdom. She's just a quiet girl from Meerut who doesn't even speak his language-let alone bow down to him." Basuri Gupta didn't expect much when she packed her bags in Meerut, cleared CUET, and moved halfway across the country to study at the Central University of Punjab. Staying at her father's old friend's house seemed safe enough. She liked her jeans, she kept her head down, and she spoke only when she had to. She certainly didn't plan on meeting him. Nihal Sandhu is everything Bathinda warns you about. Six-foot-two of unhinged, hot-tempered chaos, wrapped in crisp shirts, Nehru jackets, aviators, and a heavy gold kadha clinking against his wrist. He's the guy who drives a black Thar like he owns the pavement, smokes away his volatile patience, and rules a tight-knit circle of ruthless boys who don't answer to anyone. When Nihal's eyes first land on the quiet, unbothered girl staying at his best friend's house-a girl who looks right through his dark stares instead of trembling-it snaps something inside him. She thinks she can just fade into the background. He's about to make sure her whole world revolves around him. "Akhaan vich ankh paun ton dardi ae, par mere dil diyan saariyan chahbiyaan ehde kol ne... sach aakhda, eh Meerut aali kudi mera sab kujh lut ke le gayi ae." (Translation: She's scared to look me in the eyes, but she holds all the keys to my heart... honestly speaking, this girl from Meerut has looted and stolen my entire world.) A slow-burn, obsessive romance filled with cultural clashes, language barriers, quiet defiance, and a Jatt who doesn't know how to let go once he's hooked.

⁠✧𝒞𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒... Some collisions are not accidents. They are destiny. A heir of Dahiya chronicles raised under the shadow of politics, legacy, a boxing champion with a name that holds generation's respect and power that rooted in jaat's cultural and traditional. A girl from Lucknow raised with tender hands, with her sharp tongue and carries nawabi's elegance in her fist. A boy surrounded by power, respect, and culture. And a girl who believed that every person had a story behind their eyes. Two different worlds. Two different personalities. He belonged to the land of pride and she belonged to the city of grace. One unexpected meeting at Chandigarh University that begins with an argument and a promise to never cross paths again. But destiny doesn't care about promises. "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒌'𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘'𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒉𝒛𝒆𝒆𝒃.." ✧Jump in to join their journey. By @dishathakurr

«"सांगवान घराने में दो चीज़ां की कीमत सबसे ज्यादा सै-जुबान अर इज्जत।"» At 28, Yuvraj Sangwan, the only heir to Haryana's most powerful political family, is preparing to fight his first election from Rohtak. At 20, Myra Sharma, a second-year BBA student, dreams of building a corporate empire-not becoming someone's wife. One accidental collision. One forgotten apology. One unforgettable question. She doesn't remember the man she bumped into. He can't forget the girl who never looked up. When politics collides with ambition, and legacy stands against dreams... Will love be enough, or will power have the final vote? . Madam Ji | A Haryanvi Political Romance "राजनीति मैं जीत-हार तो रोज बदलै सै... पर कुछ रिश्ते ऐसे होवें सैं, जिनका फैसला ना जनता करै सै, ना किस्मत... बस वक़्त करै सै।"

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle. Warning'*s⚠️ #18+ #Mature language #Abusive language #College lovestory #Happy ending #Dark romance

⟢ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⟢ ══════════════ She was the kind of girl who said "I don't have time for drama." And then somehow ended up in the middle of generational trauma- with suspiciously good lighting. Too sharp for nonsense. Too blunt for pretence. Too aware to be easily lied to. She grew up around power. So she learned two things early. First, power always looks better from far away. Second, men born into it are usually worse. And him? He was proof of both. A prince with blood too old to be clean and silence too heavy to be harmless. The kind of man people romanticise until they stand close enough to realise, some things are dangerous for a reason. She should have stayed away. Logically. Naturally. With self-respect. Instead, she kept stepping closer. Like curiosity was not just another form of self-destruction. Maybe it was. Because in their world, wanting the wrong person was never just bad timing. It was a slow death. The kind that smiled first. And ruined you after. ─── ୨ৎ ───

"Kise paache ite na phire Jtne tere pchhe bhatak rh Laa ke chhati se Khne de na I Love You chhori.. tere ke saans atak rhe he" ----- Adhiraj Sangwan had everything. Power. Money. Respect. Criminals feared his name. Though he also no less than them. 'Gunda MLA' That's what they said. Officers straightened their backs when he entered a room. Politicians thought twice before challenging him. Yet every night at exactly 11:47 PM, he would sit alone on the balcony of his palace with a cup of ginger tea growing cold in his hands. Waiting. "Ram Ram, Sahab." A soft voice suddenly echoed from his phone. A smile appeared on his face instantly. The kind of smile no journalist had ever managed to capture. "Kitni baar kaha hai aapse..." he murmured. "When will you stop calling me Sahab?" A small laugh came from the other side. Then came her teasing reply. "The day you stop acting like one." He laughed. A genuine laugh. And at that moment of the day, the weight of their responsibilities felt lighter. Because somewhere under the same sky... His favorite person was smiling too. God. He was so hopeless. --- "Pehle dikhi toh achi lagi, fir dikhi toh pyari lagi.. ab pyari lagi toh laga meri honi chahiye" Politician × Doctor Not so typical. Just read chapters of introduction. I definitely think as a reader you'll love the saga. If not, then please feel free to leave thinking as if it's not your taste. Ignore my little little mistakes. I'm new to all this but I love writing. English isn't my first language. ||Silent readers are welcome, but active readers are unforgettable|| !!!ONGOING!!!

She studies in IIT Delhi - a confident , strong willed college girl from Uttar Pradesh who has built her own voice far away from her home . Dhairya Tripathi A girl born and raised in a small city of U.P. - a girl with strong opinions , softer for her loved ones , and a heart that believes in love even when she pretends it doesn't . She never let the world decide who she should be . He is the young Member of Parliament from Mathura - calm , composed and dangerously charming in a way he never tries to be . Moksh Rajvardhan A man of discipline and silence , carrying responsibility on his shoulders and emotions that he shows but only with his closed ones . A one woman man who want love that feels like home . And DESTINY plays its part . Let's dive into their journey of love which is full of sweet and funny moments .

Him being the man to find perfection in everything to being ready to become anything for her. Proud joru ka gulam. Her being the women to be away from as much as from the XY chromosomes to blindly trusting him with everything. Happily being his peace ,choas ,calm everything .

The word world has five letters. But for him...It has eight. "𝐇-𝐀-𝐑-𝐒-𝐇-𝐈-𝐓-𝐀" His world begins with her...and ends with her. From the day she accidentally called him her husband. She called him her husband to escape a problem. Unfortunately... The problem wasn't the boy she was escaping from. It was the man she chose. ~~~~~~~ 𝑲𝑹𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑼𝑫𝑯𝑨𝑹𝒀 A man who never believed he would fall in love. A rising face in politics. A powerful heir. And president of student union at CIU (Chandigarh International University) A man feared by many and understood by few. Yet in front of her , he even forgets who he is... Because somewhere between her stubbornness and her chaos... She became the love he never planned for. And the obsession he never wanted to escape. Him⁠~ Pyaar tab tak hi cringe lagta h jab tak khud ke saath na ho" ~~~~~~~~~ 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑯𝑹𝑨 A simple middle-class girl. The eldest daughter. A girl carrying dreams, responsibilities, and insecurities she never speaks about. She believes life is practical. Love stories belong in books. Happy endings belong in movies. And marriage? Definitely not on her priority list. According to her ~~ "Pyaar-vyaar kuch nahi hota, sab hormones ka chakkar hai, babu bhaiya...sundar ladke taado aur aage badho." ..................................... But what happens when a girl who doesn't believe in love becomes the entire world of a man who loves too much? A stubborn girl. A possessive lover. And a story where one careless lie changes everything. Because some mistakes... Are written by destiny.