#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.)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ❝ मुश्किलों में ये डाले, जो भी चाहे करा ले बदले ये दिलों के फैसले... ❞ ❝ मन का मौजी इश्क तो जी, अलबेली सी राहों पे ले चले... ❞ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school...and each other. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ₊˚⊹♡⊹˚₊ Some of them grew up with salutes, posting orders, and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some are chasing stars they haven't earned yet and Some have spent years dreaming of uniforms that still don't belong to them. And all of them are slowly discovering that love has terrible timing. ⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆ Protective best friends. Overprotective brothers. Teasing siblings. Ridiculous dares. Accidental hand-holds. The one who falls first. The one who falls harder. And the one who swears they aren't in love while being painfully, hopelessly obvious. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ Because clearing exams is hard. Clearing NDA is harder. But surviving high school while pretending you don't love someone? That might just be the toughest battle of all. ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ ₊˚⊹⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ A story about dreams. About friends

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---