𝐀𝐭 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 l

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𓆩♡𓆪 ᴀ 𝚜ʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 𓆩♡𓆪 She missed her flight and ended up in a foreign land. He had no intention of tying himself to anyone - until destiny did it for him. Zareen, a girl lost in Arabia after Umrah, finds herself in the care of a quiet, guarded man. Taimoor never imagined marrying a stranger, but when circumstances force their nikaah, neither of them knows how fate is gently weaving their souls together. In a world away from home, hearts find a home in each other. This isn't just a marriage. It's something written long ago - 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 & 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐫 "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥"he said coldly, his voice a blade. "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭," she hissed, trembling with rage. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐲. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." He was the man she once loved-the same man who now wants to break her. To him, she's a liar. A traitor. A woman who sold her soul and shattered his trust. So he forces a ring onto her finger, not out of love-but punishment. What he doesn't see is the girl beneath the guilt: broken beyond repair, hollowed by choices she never wanted to make. She hides it all behind clumsy laughter and sunshiny smiles, hoping he'll never notice the tremble beneath her touch. But behind his cruelty is a storm even he can't control. And buried in her silence is a secret that could ruin them both. In a world where hate is easier than love, will their masks fall before their hearts do? What will happen when he will know the truth? Will he leave her or regret every word he spilts on her? 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬- 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: ..... 𝐍𝐨-𝟏 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝟐𝟓 𝐃𝐞𝐜 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐭𝐨 𝟔 𝐉𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟎

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, curvy, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------

She was born into power but raised in silence. The world knew of the Shah sons-brilliant, bold, and born to rule. But no one knew of the daughter. Not even the closest friends. Not even the extended family. Hoorain Shah was the family's best-kept secret. Hidden. Ignored. Blamed for the loss that came with her first breath. But taken far away and raised with quiet love by the only woman who saw her worth, she grew up into something they never expected-elegant, brilliant, untouchable. Thirteen years later, she's returning to the same house that once exiled her. Not with revenge. Just silence. But silence has its own weight. And sometimes, it makes even the coldest hearts start to tremble. A story of broken blood ties, distant brothers, and the one sister they never thought they'd have to face. Published: 04/07/2025 Re-edited: 30/03/2026

𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 __ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ♛ 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀__𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ♚ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞. Some friendships are too chaotic to last... and too powerful to forget. Ashmita and Reyansh were once academic rivals, each fighting for the top spot, unaware that fate was already tying their futures together. No one knows Ashmita's truth: she is known enough to be feared, yet unknown enough to never be found. Reyansh, born into a powerful mafia family he never wanted to belong to, has spent his life trying to escape the shadows of his bloodline. Years later, life brings them back under one roof ✦ bound by a marriage neither chose, and a destiny shaped by secrets, power, and a rivalry far bigger than their childhood wars.