Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

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] 2/7/26 - [No. 7 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

Ancient India. 600 BCE. The age of the sixteen great kingdoms. The age of questions that would shape civilizations. From the sacred ghats of Kashi to the great university city of Takshashila - where students from every corner of the ancient world come to learn, to debate, to become - this is the story of one girl's final year at the edge of everything she has known. Smriti carries her city in her bones. Kashi: the luminous one, the city of Shiva, the place where the sacred and the everyday are the same thing - gave her its hunger for questions, its refusal to accept easy answers, its understanding that knowledge and beauty are not opposites but the same force moving in different directions. She dances this knowledge. She debates it. She carries it through the corridors of Gyanpith like a lamp she is not sure she is allowed to set down. Smriti's final year at Gyanpith, the great seat of learning at ancient Takshashila, should be should be her finest. Instead it becomes the year she must answer the one question she has always outrun: She is everything - but which everything is she allowed to be? When Ekaksh of Avanti - prince of the fierce western kingdom, painter of extraordinary precision, a man of such complete stillness that rooms reorganize themselves around him, finally looks at her and asks a question about her dance that no one has ever thought to ask, something shifts in the architecture of her world. And suddenly Smriti, who is afraid of nothing except her own uncertainty, is afraid. Because Ekaksh doesn't want the dancer or the budding philosopher or the merchant's daughter or the girl from Kashi. He wants all of it. All of her. At once. Without asking her to choose. Which means she has to. And Smriti, who has always known her own mind, does not yet know her own heart well enough to trust what it is telling her. Before the crown. Before the choice. Before everything - there is a girl who must first learn who she is.

|| An Arranged Marriage Romance || Alekhya hated what marriage represented , a woman's life burned into the expectations of others. And Yashveer believed marriage was a sacred oath. But one fated result changes everything. When she fails the UPSC in her fourth attempt, her father believes marriage is the only option left. Alekhya speaks in sharp sarcasm. Yashveer answers with quiet understanding. She fights the cage she thinks she's trapped in. He tries to show her it isn't a cage at all. Two opposites. One forced marriage. Will these two souls find peace in each other's arms, or will they shatter one another's hearts beyond repair? ON HOLD TILL 4 OCTOBER 2026

Four brothers. One empire. A love story written in power, passion, and destiny. They lost everything in fire. Now, they will rise from the ashes. The Rajvansh brothers-heirs to an empire, rulers of their worlds-had their lives shattered in one brutal night. Their family was burned. Their legacy stolen. Their past erased. But if their enemies thought they were finished, they had made a grave mistake. The world had turned against them. Now, they would turn the world into their battlefield. Revenge. Power. Blood. The Rajvansh brothers will not stop until their enemies kneel. Until love entered their lives. They were kings, but these women? They were the queens who could bring them to their knees. Between love and revenge, power and passion, devotion and destruction-who will surrender first? A tale of love, destiny, and the fall of mighty kings... in Sajdaa.

Love has a hundred shades - and this book holds them all. From strangers who collide in cafés to lovers separated by fate, from childhood crushes that never faded to confessions whispered under city lights - every story is a new heartbeat. Each page carries a different kind of magic: the dizzy butterflies of first love, the ache of heartbreak, the chaos of misunderstandings, and the warmth of a hand that finally fits yours just right. This isn't one love story - it's many. A mix of tropes, moods, and moments: cute, dramatic, dreamy, chaotic, and heart-meltingly real. Every chapter leaves a little sparkle of emotion behind - reminding you that love isn't meant to be perfect... it's meant to be felt. So, take a deep breath, turn the page, and fall in love - again and again. 💌

" 𝑫𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒂.. 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏 " 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 two souls, stitched together by chaos- not by choice, not by fate... but by ruin. one was addicted to forgetting, the other was terrified of being remembered. both prayed... but not for each other. one asked for a love worth dying for, the other begged for a love that wouldn't destroy them. ironic, isn't it? because when they met- it didn't feel like peace. it felt like falling... slowly, violently, beautifully. healing was never the plan. they became each other's poison, each other's obsession, each other's home. and maybe that's what love was for them- not soft, not safe... but something that ruins you so perfectly, you never want to be saved.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. Bound by blood. Broken by fate. In a world of shadows and crime, their war was written in fire and love was the deadliest sin of all.