[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Revan Raichand. The name alone evokes fear, respect, and power. At 28, he stands as one of the wealthiest and most influential businessmen in the world. He is the epitome of perfection-& destruction. But beneath the tailored suits, the staggering fortune, & the piercing gaze lies a soul shrouded in darkness. He is ruthless, arrogant, and unforgiving, a man who wears his heartlessness as armor. Yet, there's a secret buried deep in his past-a wound that festers in silence, turning him into the devil everyone fears. He trusts no one, loves no one, & gives nothing to the world except his icy indifference. But even devils have their reasons for being born. Gamya Mehra is Beautiful in her simplicity, kind-hearted, & selfless to a fault, she is the embodiment of light in a world that thrives on shadows. Her family is her entire universe. Her every dream tied to their well-being. Unlike others her age, she has no friends to confide in, no luxury to chase, and no love to lose herself in. She has always dreamed of a love that is pure, a prince charming who would whisk her away to a world of happiness. Little does she know, her fate is about to take a cruel turn. He is fire; she is ice. Two worlds that should never collide. Yet, destiny has other plans. Their meeting is no coincidence-it is a storm waiting to unleash chaos. What happens when fire meets ice? When hate clashes with kindness? When revenge becomes the reason for an unholy union? As secrets unravel and emotions clash, one question remains: Will hate destroy them, or will love rise from the ashes of their broken souls? Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions, betrayal, and unexpected twists-a journey where nothing is as it seems. Dive into the drama, passion, and mystery!

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

"Are you alright, baby?" His voice was deceptively soft, a cruel mockery of concern. Aashvi's breath hitched. She curled into herself, her voice barely audible. Tears formed in her eyes "Why are you doing this to me? Please... just let me go. I didn't do anything." Veer didn't answer. Instead, with a snap, he shut the laptop and stood. His movements were slow, deliberate-like a predator taking its time before pouncing. She flinched as he stepped toward her, her pulse hammering in her ears. She pressed herself against the headboard, gripping the duvet as if it could shield her from him. "P-Please... stay away," she stammered, her voice trembling. Her mind is struggling with the thoughts how can she save herself from a monster like him. Her innocenct heart is screaming with terror. He will do very bad with her!! He will do that- She can't say that terrible thing. He arched a brow, his head tilting slightly. "Now you're afraid of me?" His voice was cold, emotionless, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. Warning ⚠️ Mature, torture, dark scenes, traumatic past. So if you are not comfortable or not fond of this type of story. So please don't read it. English is not my first language so don't comment on improving my writing skills. Just Focus on the content not on the language or mistakes. Also don't comment badly because I can't tolerate anyone's bad comments. So I already warned you :⁠-⁠)