Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.

"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. ​

✧.𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖇✧. She stopped believing in love. He never believed he deserved it. But destiny had other plans-and they began with a wedding neither of them asked for. Mira Deshpande bakes poetry into pastries and hides quiet grief behind frosting and flour. After a love that shattered more than just trust, she's done waiting for a fairytale. So when her parents arrange her marriage, she doesn't fight it but she doesn't expect anything from it either. "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴." Ashvik Suri is a man of paper cuts and practiced silences. On the surface, he's the reserved owner of a quiet bookstore. But behind the shadows and stacks of forgotten novels, he carries a secret-he's A. Reyaan Vale, the anonymous literary sensation who writes about the very love he refuses to claim for himself. "𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺." Two strangers, and a bond neither planned to cherish. But in the soft hush of shared spaces-between Mira's chalkboard quotes and Ashvik's midnight scribbles-a new story begins to write itself. Gentle, aching, real. Until a secret identity threaten to turn their fragile beginning into another ending. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

Meet Akshant Pratap Shekhawat, a royal with a tough exterior and sharp wit. Despite his cold demeanor, he craves his father's love, but his life is tangled in betrayal and family drama. To prove himself, Akshant takes on the challenge of finding true love by seeking the perfect bride. Enter Niharika Sharma, a simple, middle-class dreamer. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Akshant offers her an unconventional marriage proposal. Forced into a pact, Niharika must play the role of a perfect wife without emotional attachment. Bound by rules that forbid lies and demand loyalty, Niharika finds herself navigating Akshant's royal world. As they balance on the thin line between duty and personal freedom, an unexpected love story begins to bloom. Beneath their forced alliance lies the possibility of a real connection. Will Akshant find the love he's been yearning for? Can Niharika reconcile her dreams with the realities of royal life?

⬩➤ VIRAJ × JANAAT(main leads) A tale that began with protection only!! But soon collided with something... A man with a legacy and a hidden empire For months, he stayed in the shadows, ensuring nothing reached her. Then decided to marry her. Soon, the line drawn out of protection started to blur. She became the moment he forgot to blink. She became the center of his world. He realized protection was not enough; it was never. From there, Passion started- raw passion. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⬩➤ VEER × HEER (second leads) She is a slow-developing woman. And he was a man who had already decided never to marry anyone. Until he shop flower from her. For her, he broke his rule and married her. Not out of duty. Not out of pressure. But as a responsibility. He surrendered it all-his expectations, his future, every unspoken dream Just to keep her safe, just to keep her with him. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ This is a soft romance novel-with gentle but passionate moments. Discretion is advised!! ©All rights reserved Started- 1 December 2025

"MUJHE APNA GHAR MIL JATA H TUJHME" "He held her like she was a fragile glass sculpture in a room full of stones." "He didn't try to fix her broken pieces; he just held them until they felt whole again." "His favorite place to be isn't a city or a house-it's wherever she is, tucked right under his chin." "This is the story of how his devotion became her comfort, and how she finally accepted that she wasn't a burden, but the most beautiful blessing he ever found. Because in the end, his arms were the only home she ever needed." All rights reserved :) "This story is my original work. Copying, stealing, or reposting it without permission is disrespectful . Respect the pen, respect the writer." enjoy<3

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞???

#𝟭 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗦 (𝗗𝗨𝗘𝗧) ᴀɴᴠɪᴋᴀ ᴅᴇᴠʀᴀᴊ x ᴀᴅᴠᴀɪᴛ ᴋᴀᴜʟ ⋯ ♛ ⋯ "Rajkumari," Advait says softly, stepping closer. "Main aapka rakshak hoon... aapki suraksha meri zimmedari." "I... don't need protection," I whisper, though my pulse betrays me. "Yet you stand here. Too close. Too tempting," he murmurs, gaze sharp, unreadable. "I don't want just protection," I breathe. "...I want you." He freezes, tension crackling between us. "This cannot happen," he says, each word a war between duty and desire. ⋯ ♛ ⋯ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓. One assassination attempt changes everything. The palace of 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒂, golden halls and marble corridors, has always been a place of duty, tradition, and expectation-but now it's a trap.
 Princess 𝑨𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 was born to command, raised to rule, admired, envied... and yet suddenly, nothing feels safe. Forced under constant protection, she is assigned a personal bodyguard-silent, controlled, and dangerously unreadable. 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝑲𝒂𝒖𝒍 knows his place, obeys every rule, stays unshakable... until desire makes him falter. With every stolen glance and each step closer, desire grows where there should be only duty, and amid palace secrets and whispered betrayals, Anvika finds herself drawn to him-and craving more than she should. When loyalty is tested and control slips away, how far will they go for what they cannot resist? Will they survive the danger within the palace walls... or will the greatest threat be the fire between them? ⋯ ♛ ⋯ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ. ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ. ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴠs ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ. ᴀ ᴄʟᴀꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)