Nandini's POV "Do you like it, little bird?" Hukum asked softly. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn't even look at him. The mere fact that I was sitting so close to him made my heart race uncontrollably. This was wrong. So wrong. He was the mighty Rajvanshi heir. The man everyone feared. And I... I was nothing more than a servant's daughter. Someone who never belonged in his world. Someone who should never have been here. A lump formed in my throat as tears blurred my vision. Without thinking, I pushed against his chest and quickly tried to move away. I needed distance. I needed to breathe. But before I could take even a single step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. With one pull, I was back beside him. My breath caught. "We're not done yet, wifey." The word hit me harder than it should have. Wifey. My stomach twisted painfully. I shook my head. "I'm not your wife." My voice came out weaker than I intended. "That marriage..." I swallowed. "It was a mistake." For a moment, silence filled the room. Dangerous silence. The kind that made my heart pound harder. Slowly, Hukum stood. His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Unreadable. And then- A small smile appeared on his lips. The kind of smile that sent chills down my spine. "A mistake?" he repeated quietly. He took a step toward me. Then another. And another. Until my back hit the wall. Nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. His gaze dropped briefly to the mangalsutra resting against my throat before returning to my eyes. And what he said next made the blood drain from my face. "Then tell me, little bird..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Something that should not have existed. Something that could destroy everything I believed. "If our marriage was a mistake..." His fingers tightened around it. "Then why do I have this?" --- To be continued... 🔥

"He rules the village, leads the college, and protects his own at all costs... but she rules his entire heart." Nineteen-year-old Avneet Kaur Dhillon wanted a sweet, fairytale college life filled with laughter, cute memories, and zero stress. What she didn't plan on was accidentally ruining the main campaign banner of the most respected and powerful guy on campus during her very first week. Enter Navpreet Singh Sandhu-the 26-year-old youngest Sarpanch of his village and the undisputed Pardhan of the college. Dressed in sharp casuals with wavy open hair one day, and a regal turban for official village meets, Navpreet is known for his unshakable loyalty to his friends, his holster, and a presence that demands respect wherever he walks. Nobody dares to mess with Navpreet or his circle. Nobody... except a loud, stubborn, and completely chaotic first-year student who treats him like an annoying roadblock rather than a legendary leader. Driven by fate, deep family ties, and relentless banter, Navpreet finds himself breaking his own strict rules just to keep her safe and smiling. But with an age gap, village responsibilities, college politics, and Avneet's completely oblivious nature, winning her heart is going to be the wilder mission of his life. A high-energy Punjabi rom-com packed with loyalty, protective vibes, epic banter, grand family drama, and a fairytale romance.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

#1- #Wattpad (05-09-2026) #1- Punjab #1- Cute #1- Meerut #1- Haryana #1-Introverti #1- Politics #1- Jatt "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.

"He was danger wrapped in power. She was silence wrapped in blue eyes." In the Khan khandaan, power was inherited before love ever had the chance to exist. For years, the minister's chair belonged to the family. Politics ran through their blood, control lived in their walls, and loyalty was valued more than happiness. Then he came back. After four years abroad, twenty-one-year-old Haider Zarrar Ali Khan returns to reclaim his place as the next Sardar of the family empire. cold, feared, dangerously intelligent, and carrying enough darkness to make people lower their eyes when he walks into a room. But the girl he left behind is no longer fourteen. Ayzal Rehmat Ali Khan is eighteen now. Quiet. Soft-spoken. The kind of girl who learned how to shrink herself to fit everyone else's comfort. She never asks for anything. Never complains. Never raises her voice. Until him. Because the moment Haider sees her again, something shifts. And obsession is a dangerous thing inside a house already filled with secrets, politics, control, power struggles, forced choices, and a love that should never have happened in the first place. Especially when Ayzal's father would rather burn the world down than hand his daughter to Haider. But some love stories don't begin with destiny. They begin with destruction. ✦ TROPES: Political Dark Romance Cousin Romance Obsession Possessive MMC Quiet FMC Hate To Love Arranged Marriage Family Politics & Power Games "Touch Her & Die" Energy He Fell First & Harder Slow Burn with Fast Pace Urdu/Hindi Dialogues Emotional Damage (free of cost) ✦ WARNING: This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional intensity, manipulation, political violence, unhealthy obsession, and scenes not suitable for younger readers. Read responsibly. Or don't. Haider probably won't care anyway.

Abhiraj Singh Rathore-6'3 tall, dangerously handsome, with a cold and ruthless aura. He isn't a mafia, yet every mafia lord in London bows before him. As the powerful CEO of Veyora, a renowned clothing empire, Abhiraj is a man of iron will. Forgiveness doesn't exist in his world, and he never hesitates to eliminate anyone who dares touch what belongs to him. To everyone, he's merciless, heartless-but deep within, his heart beats only for one person... his little fire. Shivanya Shekhawat-5'3, delicate yet strong in her own way. Sweet, innocent, and full of dreams, she runs a cozy café in the city she always wished to call home-London. But she had no idea that with just one glance, she would awaken an obsession inside a monster who would claim her as his own. She was fire-reckless, bold, impossible to resist. He was calm-disciplined, untouchable, feared by all. Two souls from different worlds, never meant to meet. Yet destiny decided otherwise. What began as a stormy clash slowly transforms into something neither of them expected... love.

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

She was promised a life of freedom. Instead, she was handed to the man she despised the most. Amreen Cheema never imagined her fate would be sealed with a marriage she never chose. Forced into becoming the wife of the feared and powerful Zorawer Sandhu, she finds herself trapped within the walls of the Sandhu Haveli-a place where every smile hides a secret and every promise comes with a price. She hates him with every heartbeat. To her, Zorawer is a ruthless man who stole her choices, her dreams, and her future. She refuses to bow, refuses to accept him as her husband, no matter what the world calls her. But Zorawer has made one thing painfully clear... "You can hate me for the rest of your life, Amreen. It still won't change the fact that you're mine." As hatred collides with obsession, hidden truths begin to unravel, forcing Amreen to question everything she believed. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and dangerous family feuds, will she escape the man she loathes... or discover that the greatest enemy to her heart was never Zorawer-but the feelings she swore she'd never have? Some vows are spoken with love. Others are sealed with power. ⚠️ Possessive Hero ❤️ Enemies to Lovers ✨ Punjabi Romance 🔥 Slow Burn 👑 Powerful Families 🌙 Emotional 📍PUNJAB