𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 🥹🎀 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟎𝟏/𝟎𝟒/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟑𝟎/𝟎𝟒/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟗 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟏𝟓/𝟎𝟒/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 🥹🎀 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏𝟎 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟐𝟐/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - is a man built on control-ruthless in business, feared in boardrooms, and impossible to challenge. Anger runs in his veins, and love has never been part of his equation. • 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥 - is everything he is not-soft-hearted, brilliant, and full of light. A student stepping into a world far too cold for her warmth... until fate ties her to the one man she should never cross paths with. An arranged marriage binds them together. Two strangers. Two completely different worlds. One roof. He believes emotions are a weakness. She believes even the hardest hearts can learn to love. But between his temper and her sunshine, between distance and closeness, something dangerous begins to grow-something neither of them planned. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive gently. It arrives when two opposites are forced to stay... and slowly learn not to let go.

Neil Khanna survived an enemy attack, a head injury, and military bureaucracy. What he did not survive peacefully was a girl who started appearing in his dreams without clearance or consent. The problem? She was very real. Neil finds her photograph in his fallen comrade's wallet and promptly develops what doctors call post-traumatic symptoms and what everyone else calls a full-blown filmy situation. As Neil sets out to locate a woman he technically has never met-but has already argued with in his sleep-he discovers that grief is complicated, guilt is inconvenient, and Indian society has absolutely no patience for men who claim they are not in love.

Mahvi had been crushing on Nirvaan for two years, sure he would never feel the same. Until on their last day, his last scribble changed everything for both of them.

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ An arranged marriage. A rich playboy. A girl who barely speaks above a whisper. Ishaan Singh Rathore lives for the thrill-fast cars, loud music, and fleeting romances. He's the kind of man who's never looked past tomorrow. Payal Grewal is his opposite in every way. Quiet, gentle, and devoted to her traditions, she's spent her life honoring a promise made before she was born-one that now binds her to Ishaan in marriage. Their grandfathers made a pact. Now it's time to fulfill it. But how can a man who's never taken love seriously handle a woman who's never known anything else? She's silence. He's chaos. And they've been destined for each other since before they could speak. Can opposites really attract-or will this marriage break before it even begins?

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

A quiet, emotional professor-student romance. A story of quiet hearts and fragile beginnings. Navh Talya, a composed and calm professor, meets Ati Revya, a girl carrying the weight of a painful past. As their lives intertwine, trust is tested, emotions unravel, and healing begins in small, unexpected ways. Almost Spring ♡ :･ﾟ because healing doesn't happen all at once. It comes slowly... like winter learning how to feel the sun again. ♡ Navh Talya × Ati Revya ♡ "He's the calm. She's the storm he never saw coming." ♡ ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:✧ ♡ Dedication ♡ For the hearts learning to bloom again, even when winter still whispers. ♡ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

The clang of steel, the roar of warriors, the taste of blood and dust-Viraaj Singh Chauhan was in the heart of war when the world tore itself apart. One strike, one heartbeat, and then-silence. When his eyes opened again, there was no battlefield. Thunder roared from machines racing over black roads. Glass towers pierced the night, the air stinking of smoke and metal. A king, stripped of the crown and kingdom, stood lost among strangers. Five years later, the world knew another name. Veeranshu Rajput. Not the warrior king, but the billionaire who bent empires to his will. Veeranshu had carved his throne from steel and glass, becoming one of the most powerful men on earth. - Mahira Sengupta had lived with visions all her life-palaces burning, skies collapsing, and a king with eyes like storms. She wrote them into novels the world adored, never confessing the truth: she had never seen his face. Only his eyes. Only his voice. "You brought me back, Mahira. Now nothing will keep me from you." She never knew her dreams had already stepped into this century. And somewhere, behind the mask of the most powerful man alive, the lost king was waiting.