Purvi Verma has spent her entire life surrounded by security personnel, armed escorts, and rules that decide where she can go, who she can meet, and how freely she can live since she is the President's daughter.She is also used to being treated like a responsibility instead of a person. Captain Arjun Rathore is supposed to be just another officer assigned to her security. Arjun is known for his discipline, precision, and unwavering loyalty to the nation. He follows protocol, keeps his distance, and never allows emotions to interfere with duty. Until Purvi. Their lives were never meant to cross beyond official briefings, security details, and carefully maintained boundaries. But life does not always follow protocol. What begins as a routine assignment slowly becomes something neither of them expected. Behind Arjun's controlled silence is a man carrying the weight of every promise he has made. Behind Purvi's quiet nature is a girl who wants to be seen for who she truly is...not as the President's daughter, but as Purvi. As danger, politics, secrets, and threats close in around them, their connection becomes harder to ignore. Because some battles are not fought at borders. Some wars are not won with weapons. And sometimes, even the strongest soldiers are unprepared for the one thing they were never trained to face...the human heart. In a world of power, duty and sacrifice one Captain and one President's daughter discover that protecting someone and loving someone may not be two different missions after all. Hello, everyone! ❤️ Code Name: Princess is a romantic thriller filled with duty, danger, secrets, family bonds, emotional moments, and a love neither of them planned for. Join Purvi and Arjun as one security assignment changes everything. Guys pls read atleast till chapter 10 before judging the story....🥹❤️ Pls support me🫶🏻 Happy Reading! ❤️✨

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

She was the daughter of his father's employee. He was the heir to a world she never belonged to. Avani Gopal Joshi entered college with simple dreams, her songbook full of melodies and her heart full of kindness. She never expected her path to cross with Dhruv Rajendhra Varma - the arrogant, powerful, and impossible-to-ignore son of a billionaire who believed the world already belonged to him. One misunderstanding turned into silence. Silence turned into rivalry. And rivalry slowly began to feel like something neither of them could escape. In a college filled with friendships, competition, music, family expectations, and unspoken emotions, hearts begin to change in ways no one planned. Because sometimes the person you misunderstand the most... becomes the one you cannot stop thinking about. An emotional enemies-to-lovers college romance about pride, music, friendship, and the journey of hearts learning what love really means. ❤️✨

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

He ruled the city with fear. She entered his life as an accident he could never undo. Keshav Yadav was never meant to love-only to conquer. A ruthless mafia king, power ran in his veins and violence followed his name. Rudraakshi was soft, stubborn, and far too pure for his dark world... yet fate bound her to him in a marriage neither of them chose. What begins as a forced union slowly turns into obsession. What feels like possession transforms into protection. And what was meant to break her... becomes the very thing that saves them both. Gunshots, betrayals, kidnappings, blood-soaked promises, and a love so intense it terrifies even the devil himself- this is not a fairytale romance. This is a story where love is claimed, fought for, and bled for. In a world ruled by crime, will Rudraakshi survive being Mr. Yadav's Mrs. Yadav- or will she become the only weakness of the most dangerous man alive? Dark. Intense. Emotional. Once you start... there's no turning back.

At twenty-three, Aaradhya has spent most of her life believing she doesn't belong anywhere. Not completely. Not comfortably. Not enough. Quiet, ambitious, and carrying wounds she rarely speaks about, she has learned to survive on her own expectations because depending on people has never ended well. Then there is Armaan Khanna. Twenty-seven. India's golden cricket star. Confident. Disciplined. Infuriatingly protective. And hopelessly in love with her long before she ever notices. To the world, Armaan has everything. Records. Fame. Money. Success. But the one thing he has never stopped wanting is Aaradhya. The girl who doesn't realize she has been his first choice for years. When an unexpected marriage ties their lives together, Aaradhya finds herself stepping into a world she never imagined would belong to her. A powerful family. Public scrutiny. Unspoken expectations. And a husband who refuses to let anyone make her feel unwanted. Not even herself. But marriage is the easy part. Life isn't. As family pressure grows, old wounds reopen, and devastating heartbreak threatens the future they dreamed of together, Armaan and Aaradhya are forced to discover whether love can survive the things nobody prepares you for. The grief. The fear. The impossible choices. And the question that changes everything: What happens when the future you've planned disappears overnight? This is not a story about perfect people. Main Characters Aaradhya Malhotra Khanna (23) Quiet. Stronger than she realizes. Constantly searching for where she belongs. Armaan Khanna (27) Cricket superstar. Protective to a fault. Completely and unapologetically obsessed with his wife. SCENE

Rohan Kapoor (32): The male protagonist. Charismatic, intelligent, but consumed by a burning desire for revenge. He lost everything - his parents, his family business, his childhood home - due to the deceit and negligence of the Sharma family. He has meticulously planned his vengeance for years, presenting a perfect facade to the world. He believes the Sharmas deserve to suffer as much as he did. His methods range from psychological manipulation to calculated physical and emotional abuse, seeing Aisha only as a tool. Aisha Sharma (22): The female protagonist. Sweet, gentle, naive, and deeply traditional. She has led a sheltered life, compliant to her parents' wishes. She believes in love, loyalty, and the sanctity of marriage. Unaware of her family's past misdeeds, she walks into the marriage with an open heart, seeing Rohan as her destiny. Her innocence will be systematically shattered.

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.