𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 - 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭.

AVYAAN KAPOOR Avyaan kapoor,32 years old the upcoming cm of up.cold and detached for everyone DHWANI MEHRA dhwani mehra,25 years old, architecture, plus size girl has dusky skin thinks that she doesn't deserve the love. what will happen when they both collide? read to know.

[ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ] Twelve year runway sovereign Zaara Mehra is a living nightmare for Misogyny. A cold blooded misandrist with an untouchable ego, she treats men like a disposable buffet, tasting, using, and discarding them. This toxic "fuckgirl" rules with a tongue of fire, her bed a revolving door of trophies kept only to satisfy her spite and lust. But when she sets her sights on her brother's best friend, it isn't for love. It's for conquest. Because how dare he ignore her? Avyaan Vittore Rosso is a master of clay and carnage. In one life, a world-renowned sculptor, in another, a lethal field agent. With a scathing misogynistic philosophy and a deep hatred for a woman's touch, he keeps his world sealed in ice. When he returns to India, he meets fire. To him, Zaara is nothing more than a pebble beneath his shoe. But Zaara doesn't take "no" for an answer. She doesn't want his heart, she wants him broken, stripped of his pride and kneeling at the foot of her bed. As their toxic psychological warfare unfolds, a nightmare rises from Egypt. A name that shouldn't exist resurfaces, in whispers, bloodstained reports, and impossible patterns. The Midnight Serpent: Cleopatra. She has returned, not for a kingdom, but for a massacre. A poisonous seductress of ritualistic crime, she declares a war of vengeance. The men of Qasr el-Raml live in terror, for they are her only targets. In her wake, one rule remains: Survivors do not see her face.

*He was becoming the world's favorite.* *She was learning how to survive hers.* At fifteen, Vaibhav Suryavanshi was already carrying the kind of dreams most people spend their entire lives chasing. Stadium lights, expectations, pressure, sacrifices - cricket had become more than just a game. It was survival. It was responsibility. It was the only thing standing between his family's struggles and a better future. The world saw talent. They saw records. They saw a boy destined for greatness. But nobody saw what greatness demanded in return. Nobody saw the pressure sitting quietly on his shoulders. Nobody saw the anger hidden beneath calm eyes. Nobody saw the boy slowly losing pieces of himself while the world kept asking for more. And somewhere far away from cameras and applause- lived a girl nobody noticed. A girl who had already learned, far too young, that homes weren't always built with love. A girl who stopped expecting kindness, stopped asking questions, and learned how to survive in silence. Y/N never cared for cricket. Never cared for fame. Until one random evening changed something. One match. One face on a television screen. And suddenly- the boy the world was beginning to know somehow became the quietest part of her little world. Years passed. He never knew she existed. She never expected him to. Until life - cruel, strange, and painfully unpredictable - placed her right in front of him. As his Personal Assistant. What starts as distance turns into tension. What starts as silence slowly becomes comfort. And what starts as admiration turns into something far more dangerous. Because Vaibhav Suryavanshi never cared about love. Until her. And Y/N? She had already loved him long before the world claimed him. *A dark slow-burn romance filled with fame, pressure, obsession, healing, emotional wounds, silent love, and the kind of devotion that ruins before it saves.*

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖." A perfect marriage. A perfect couple. An ideal family-or so it seems. They carry their Royalty with pride. Sitting on the Throne of the past, the beauty hides a fatal secret. One wrong move, and all the facade of happiness will crumble with the ruins of darkness. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴. A name that commands both reverence and fear. A name no one dares to defy - 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 The world sees them as flawless-an empire built on money, fame, power, and respect. A dynasty that inspires envy and submission alike. They have everything that others can only dream of. But, is it really like that? The four heirs of this empire inherit more than just wealth. A tale of four brides who are far from fragile, who know how to fight and how to survive. But even they are unaware of the truth buried in this palace of glass. There is a fight, unknown to everyone, known to oneself. A past that refuses to leave clings to you like life, when death awaits you at your doorstep. Their tale is of a past that unfolded in the garden of ashes, and whispers of secrets were everywhere. What is it? Is the perfection real, or just another mask for the world? What, after all, is the 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑨 -the true meaning-behind it all?

Widowed at thirty-four, Kabir Rathore is a successful businessman, but a lost man at heart - a single father drowning in guilt, duty, and a past he can't let go of. When his newborn daughter and two-year-old son need stability, his conservative family urges him into an unusual solution: a marriage of convenience. Enter Shruti Roy - twenty-seven, quiet but resilient, reeling from her own heartbreaks, and fiercely protective of her independence. She agrees to the arrangement, not for love, but for the children who steal her heart the moment she steps into Kabir's chaotic world. What begins as a practical decision slowly unfolds into something neither of them expects - laughter in shared silences, sparks under casual touches, and a home built from gentle moments. But ghosts of the past are not easy to bury. When jealousy strikes, old lovers reappear, and trust is tested by twisted intentions, Shruti and Kabir must ask the hardest question of all: Was this just an arrangement? Or the beginning of something real? ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 STANDALONE.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐞." -------------------------------------------------------------- Hayat Yousuf is a 20-year-old girl who is abducted by one of the biggest Mafia leaders in the underground world and brought to an alienated place for a purpose that she would never comply with. The two young gangsters are appointed to watch over her and to make her give in to their interests, by any means. One of them is suspiciously kind, knows how to hack an entire system and pulls the most threatening stunts with his bike. Another one of them is ridiculously handsome, dangerously ruthless and doesn't even blink while taking the life of someone mercilessly. Yet, she seems to catch feelings for the latter. But the distance between them is so wide, would they ever be together? She feels too much for him, and he doesn't feel at all. Her feelings are way too intense, way too deep while he shows none at all. The more she tried to control herself, the more she falls for him. Explore the story of these three as it unfolds in front of you with each week passing.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝕺𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆" H𝖆𝖟𝖊𝖑 & E𝖟𝖆𝖟 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞/𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧/𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚.... 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... ♡𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄♡ ******************** Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________ Dive into the story to know more ❤️✨. No cheating. No toxicity. No love triangles. Just a simple school love story filled with love, friendship, laughter, and moments that might bring back memories of your school days. 29/4/26 - [No. 1 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.