#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

heyyy!! This is my first ever book😭👉👈 Please read, support, vote, and share this with your friends. 💌🙏 He left right after tying the knot. No goodbye. No reason. No explanation. Meher, a shy and soft-hearted girl, was forced into a marriage she never wanted - with Veer Singhania, a cold billionaire who made it clear she meant nothing to him. Seven months later... he's back. But the girl he left behind is no longer the same. She's no longer waiting. No longer crying. No longer his. And the silence he once gave her? She's finally giving it back. Now she avoids him like he's a stranger... and it's starting to get under his skin.

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

✧⁠*⁠。"Seven Vows With Stranger " ✧⁠*⁠。 She's a Maithili Bihari woman kind, smart, and fiercely independent. A teacher, a secret fictional writer, and a Shiv Bhakt who believes every pain has a reason. She craves love... but she knows the world is darker than most can survive. He's a Punjabi billionaire commanding, manipulative, and ruthless. He doesn't believe in love, only in control, power, and the legacy of his family. Seven vows. One arranged marriage. Two strangers trapped under the same roof. She refuses to be controlled. He refuses to be challenged. Yet in the shadows of duty and desire, attraction becomes dangerous... and survival is no longer enough. Dark. Intense. Unforgiving. Can two worlds collide without destroying each other... or themselves? Tropes ✓Maithali Bihari woman × Punjabi man ✓ Elder daughter × Elder son ✓ Bossy × Grumpy ✓ Responsible × Commanding ✓ Secretly fictional writer × Billionaire CEO ✓ Higher middle class × High class ✓ Kind, innocent × Clever,manipulative © 2026 Kaashi. All rights reserved. Date: 22 February 2026

⁠☞The Mafia's Broken Bride⁠☞ Boss... we got the location of the orphanage. The girl we asked about... ??? Silence. The kind that suffocates walls. And for the first time in years... he breathed. A slow inhale. Like a man who had been drowning and finally found air. "Let's go..." he said. Two words. But his men felt the storm behind them. Other side... "Plzzz nahiii Dai maa... haam aap se vinti karte haii madad kijiye. Dai maa..." a girl cried. ["Please no, Dai Maa... I beg you... please help me... Dai Maa..."] Her voice trembled like a broken prayer in an empty temple. "Open the door! Leave her!" Dai Maa cried from outside, her frail hands banging against the wood. Her cries were desperate. Helpless. The man inside laughed darkly. "Yese kaise chhordu... I mahine se dekh raha hu... ek kis ke maafi chaal se maara us budhiya ne... teri wajah se..." he snarled. ["How can I just leave you... I've been watching for a month... that old woman ruined my plan because of you... because of you..."] His breath reeked of alcohol and hatred. He stepped closer. Too close. The girl stumbled back, her back hitting the cold wall. Her heartbeat pounded violently in her ears . He leaned in, invading her space, gripping her arm harshly. She cried out "Aah... nahi... nahiii!" ["Ahh... no... nooo!"] Her tears fell uncontrollably. Fear wrapped around her like chains. Outside, Dai Maa kept screaming. Inside, the room felt smaller. Darker. Suffocating. © 2026 Kaashi. All Rights Reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Any reproduction or copying without permission is strictly prohibited.

Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

In the bustling corridors of expectation and isolation, Divya Aggarwal finds herself ensnared in the intricate web of her family's towering aspirations. Constantly overshadowed by the brilliance of her elder sister, she struggles to carve out her own identity amidst the weight of comparison and unattainable standards. Despite the occasional warmth from her sister, Divya's heart yearns for a deeper sense of belonging and acceptance that seems forever out of reach. Meanwhile, Raghav Sinha navigates the cutthroat world of business with a heart starved for affection, haunted by a past devoid of familial warmth. His clandestine dealings with the underworld add a dangerous twist to his already complex existence. Yet beneath the veneer of ruthless ambition lies a vulnerability, a silent plea for the warmth of affection that has eluded him for so long. As fate intertwines their paths, they are drawn into a tumultuous journey where love, betrayal, and redemption collide. Brace yourself for a gripping tale where the lines between right and wrong blur, and the true cost of belonging is revealed. Strap in tight, for this rollercoaster of emotions will leave you breathless until the very end.

previously known as 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 Tropes: Forced revenge marriage Age gap 10 years Italian mafia lord X indian royal heiress Grovelling MMC Deception to Devotion Loathe to lifelong Love born from guilt " 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 " ~ 𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 & 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩