Melissa Demirhan, a Turkish girl, who was always watched and guarded by her parents, of course-the daughter of one of the richest men in Turkey needed her protection. Expected and a picture perfect life is what she led. Everything changed when Melissa's mother began to fall ill, her father turned even more protective and wanted to take them away from Turkey. Moving to Edinburgh had to be a tough decision, but turned great for her. Rian Khanna, an Indian boy living the dream life of every boy or even a girl? Not the crazy rich types, but he moved from India to Edinburgh when he was offered a 100% scholarship for scoring the highest in grade ten. Extroverted, sporty, studious, you name it and he is all of it. Only has one motive-to study and provide his parents and sister a comfortable life. How would situations change when the strict parent's child meets the open minded parent's child? How would a Turkish Girl blend in with her crush, an Indian Boy? Will this be a temporary crush or turn into "The Crush Forever"?

Doing a job is fine, but having a bad first impression on your boss outside of the workplace is not fine. By the time Aahira could realise that the one whom she had just trash-talked about her boss to was her boss himself, it was too late. Paperclipped With Her revolves around Aahira Awan (26), a very honest lady and a little too talkative. Everyone she meets likes her, except for the time she clashed with her soon-to-be boss at the signal, Avyan Devan (30); perhaps that was when her charisma faded. Aahira tried her best to keep everything professional, but her boss could not resist the urge to make things too personal, constantly instigating her to fight with him. They clash. They argue. They avoid each other. Why is Avyan still putting up with her when he has the power to lay her off at any time? What makes Aahira decide not to step down? Will they be able to fight their way into sharing a home?

On her wedding day, Isha Singhania is kidnapped by mistake-by the very man who meant to ruin her groom. Siddharth Oberoi, a mafia leader with a tragic past, never intended to abduct the bride. But one drunken error entangles them in a dangerous game of revenge, secrets, and an unexpected spark neither can ignore.

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She's the chaos who wouldn't stop yapping, He's the calm who wouldn't stop admiring. Starting : 29th August Ending :

He's a King built on a throne of blood and vengeance. Agastya Valenti doesn't just rule Italy; he holds the strings of the global underworld. For nine years, he has climbed a mountain of corpses to reach a throne built on betrayal and blood. He is a man who has forgotten the sound of his own name, known only as the monster who crushed his enemies and claimed their crowns. He has no room for love, only for the cold, hard logic of power. She's a Queen who traded her quiet sanctuary for a crown of thorns. Samira Sharma traded the chaos of the Indian Mafia for the quiet streets of Paris, building a life of her own as a baker. But the legacy she ran from has finally caught up. Forced back to lead the Sharma Group, she finds herself a pawn in a high-stakes game of global dominance. Her father has traded her freedom for an alliance with the most feared man on the planet-a man she is now forced to call husband. The Deal was simple: A public alliance. A private distance. A marriage to unite two empires and silence their rivals. Agastya promises her a life of luxury and a husband who will never touch her. Samira promises him a wife who will never stand in his way. But as the world prepares for a war that could shatter both their legacies, the masks begin to crumble. Behind Agastya's cold gaze lies a secret protection he's been weaving for years, and behind Samira's defiance lies a strength that rivals his own. "He was a monster by choice; she was his mercy by fate.

Three unbreakable best friends at a lavish Delhi wedding: one glowing bride, one desperate romantic, and one fierce "men-are-trash" lawyer. Chaos erupts with rivalries, fake dating, obsession, savage roasts, and rainy hate-makeouts that blur hate and love. Messy, spicy, heartbreaking desi romance.

He was the enemy in a pressed uniform. She was the girl with ink on her fingers and fire in her voice. They were never supposed to meet - let alone fall in love. He first saw her in the courtyard of an old temple - seated beneath a banyan tree, barefoot, steady, repairing the torn verses of a fading prayer with her fingers stained in ink and sandalwood. She didn't glance up. He hasn't stopped seeing her since. She's supposed to hate men like him - British, uniformed, powerful. And she does. Until he keeps showing up. At the well. At the tea stall. At the fabric shop. At the fence. At the exact moment her heart starts acting like it doesn't know better. He sketches her when no one's watching. She dreams of him and wakes up annoyed. She's everything bright and soft. He's everything quiet and aching. And every glance, every brush of fingertips, every stolen moment is making it harder to pretend they're not falling. It was supposed to be war. Not this. Not him. Not love. But how do you stop your heart from choosing the one person it's never supposed to want?