#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #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 ju

"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

"I cannot do this... mai-maine humesha unhe apne bade bhai ki nazar se dekha hai. Aur... aur voh mujhse poore 9 saal bade hain, Dadajaan! Aap samajh kyu nahi rahe?"- ZOHRA QURESHI "Dadajaan, aapki baat ki nafarmani nahi karna chahta... par is baar main Zohra ki baat se sehmat hoon. Yeh nahi ho sakta."- AHSAN QURESHI AHSAN: Like lava. Quiet on the outside, but a blazing fire within. Disciplined, ruthless, and cold... dangerously cold. He is her university professor, and her worst nightmare. ZOHRA: Like a bottle of soda. Unpredictable, chaotic, and cute-a walking storm waiting to explode into anyone's peaceful life. Bound by the unyielding command of their family patriarch, two completely opposite worlds are forced into an arranged marriage. What happens when absolute peace and untamed thunder clash?

[Under editing] 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 & 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 Viana Singh wasn't supposed to fall for Vivaan Singhania-but she did. It was instant, irrational, and entirely one-sided. He was distant, reserved, and barely noticed her existence. But then, against all odds, they became friends. And Vivaan, who never let people in, started letting her closer. Feelings change, perspectives shift, and suddenly, the girl who once fell alone isn't the only one falling anymore.

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless businessman and a rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

She was a stranger in a pastel jora. Now she's his wife on paper. Aariz Ashraf didn't fall in love with Izzah Dua. He saw her once - at a wedding he didn't even want to attend - in a village full of noise, tradition, and unnecessary colors. She laughed too loudly. She joked with everyone. She handed out chai like it was love itself. He looked away. But his father didn't. A rishta was sent. And before he could say no, he was bound to her in nikah - quietly, formally, forcefully. Now, they're legally married. Living separate lives. Bound by silence, shattered expectations, and a bond neither of them truly understands. Izzah didn't want to be just a name on his papers. He didn't want another heart to disappoint. But love doesn't need permission. Sometimes, it finds you in the tension. In the tea cups. In the way she won't stop making dua for him - even when he won't meet her eyes.

What happens when two people got together because they had to and not because they wanted to? * * Meerub Raza, a free spirit 20 yera old with lively dreams and finding love like in her books, suddenly finds her life turned upside down when she founds out her grandfather is dying and he wishes to marry her with not just anyone- to Asad Idris, a self made businessman nearly a decade older than her. * * Asad at 32, has never found any time to think about love. He had a brother to take care of and money to earn. He agress th the marriage for the sake of the man who saw him when no one did. But yet he never expected her- young, impulsive and stubborn and full of life. Thrown into a compromising situation neither of them wanted- How does these two find love? When love isn't the reason, can love still be the outcome? To know.. Stay tuned.

Noor Manzil - where traditions are sacred, chaos feels like home, and secrets breathe behind every closed door. Mushk Shah is sweet, innocent, and effortlessly mischievous - the kind of girl who fills every room with laughter without even trying. Her world revolves around family dinners, teasing cousins, university days, and harmless fun. But in a house where glances linger a little too long and silence speaks louder than words, nothing stays simple forever. Because sometimes feelings grow where they shouldn't. Sometimes the one you trust the most becomes the reason you break. In Noor Manzil, love doesn't come alone - it brings jealousy, misunderstandings, pride, and choices that can change everything. Maybe someone will fall in love. Maybe someone will be betrayed. Maybe someone will step back... silently. After all, not every smile hides happiness. Not every promise is meant to last. And not every love story chooses the obvious path. In Noor Manzil, every heart has a secret.

BAIG HAVELI Ayzal Shehryar Baig, a naive 15-year-old girl, cherishes her older cousin, Jahanzaib, unaware of the depth of her feelings, mistaking them for simple care. Jahanzaib Zafar Baig, a handsome and successful 24-year-old CEO, is captivated by Ayzal, harbouring strong, possessive feelings for her, though she remains oblivious. He is burdened by a secret, a crucial truth about Ayzal's life that she doesn't know, and her life depends on it. Follow Ayzal and Jahanzaib as they navigate the sweet, tender beginnings of a love story, filled with innocent smiles, shared secrets, and the blossoming realization that their connection is something truly special.

"Aapka ka koi akhtiyar nahi hai mujh par mein apni marzi ki malik hoon jo mera dil chahega mein wahi karungi don't you dare act like you own me Murad" "Tumhara dimaag toh nahi kharab ho gaya samaj kya rakha h tumne khud ko do saal ki bachi ho kya act maturely ab sirf tum rumaisa nahi rumaisa murad Ahmed ho understood n be grateful for that" "Bhool h ye aapki ki mein apke ishaaron par chaloongi ye jo kagazi rishta h na usse bhi khatam kar doongi m samjhe aap" RUMAISA✖️MURAD ------------------------------------------ "Maafi wahan mangte h jahan koi rishta ho aur jahan tak mera khayal hum dono ek beech esa koi talluq nahin hai hamza so please just don't make me feel guilty" "Maham tum kyu apne aap ko aur mujhe aaziyat m daal rahi ho aur jahan tak rahi baat talluq ki toh woh bhi bohot jald ban jayega so please don't make all this complicated" MAHAM✖️HAMZA