𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 Ekraaj Thakur (29) - MLA. Street-born. Power-forged. He rose with blood under his nails and silence in his stride. The city fears him, not because he roars - but because he never needs to. Order comes when he walks in. Chaos follows when he leaves. Jiya Sengupta (22) - A girl who was never meant to enter his orbit. Eyes louder than bullets, and the scents of rain old pages. A woman raised on principles and a poetry wrapped in silk. He could destroy her world with a word. She could dismantle his with a sentence. And when it comes to love, Either the city will burn ... Or their rules will. 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 ✅️Grumpy × Sunshine ✅️Touch Her and Die ✅️ Arranged Engagement ✅️Slow Burn Marriage ✅️ Age gap ✅️ Politician × College girl ✅️ "I'll Burn the world" × "Please Take off your Shoes" ✅️ Obsessed and Possessive ✅️ Soft only for her 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙫𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧-𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Book 1 in Political Series He wasn't the kind of man people spoke about softly. Yuvraaj Singh Malik The young MLA of Haryana. Future face of politics. Son of the current Chief Minister. Calm. Composed. Untouchable. The kind of man who never raises his voice... because people tremble before he ever needs to. Power followed him like a shadow. And so did fear. Until one random afternoon, he sees a girl standing in the middle of the road, arguing fearlessly while helping an old woman gather her fallen belongings. No fear. No hesitation. No interest in who was watching her. And for the first time in years, someone stays in Yuvraaj Singh Malik's mind longer than politics. Kashish Bhardwaj never planned to be noticed by a man like him. A postgraduate student from a strict Brahmin family, a girl balancing studies, work, dreams, and responsibilities all together. Opinionated. Fierce. And completely unaware that every passing day, the MLA of Haryana is beginning to memorize her existence. The routes she takes. The cafés she visits. The dogs she feeds. The expressions she makes when she's angry. It starts with silent glances. Then curiosity. Then obsession. And the scariest part? Yuvraaj Singh Malik has never walked away from something once he decides he wants it. Trops:- ༺ calm dangerous ML ༺ politician × independent girl ༺ he fell first ༺ he fell way too hard ༺ silent obsession ༺ one woman man ༺ "uski pasandida aurat" ༺ the only woman he softens for ༺ eye-contact tension ༺ slow burn romance ༺ Haryanvi ML ༺ strong female lead ❥ This is a completely desi Haryanvi story set in Haryana, so Hindi and Haryanvi dialogues will be used according to the characters and vibe 🌙 ❥ English is not my first language and this is my very first story, so please ignore small grammatical mistakes 😭✨ ❥ I hope you all enjoy Yuvraaj and Kashish's world as much as I enjoy creating it 🤍

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

Mature themes | 18+ | 80s romance . "Door hato varna ye chhadi se peet dungi main tumko bhondu ram" Move away or I'll beat you with this stick, you foolish man. She glared at me with her big beautiful eyes. And yes, she calls me bhondu ram because I have not told her my real identity. I am so mesmerised by the way she carries herself, so soft yet so intense. She felt like a flowing river, calm from above but holding the most devastating currents within. I cleared my throat and mumbled with a pout, "Arey thoda sa hath lag gaya aapke hath ko... galti se..... maaf kardo.." I just accidentally touched your hand a little... forgive me... I held both my ears with my hands while looking at her. Every man in fifty villages would collectively get a heart attack if someone told them that Thakur AbhiUday Singh was holding his ears in front of someone. But she was different because she was Sona. My calmness in this cruel world. I looked up at her and she huffed, the frown on her beautiful face still intact as she glared at me again warning, "Dubara agar mujhe chhua to main tumhe isi naal me dubo kar maar dungi or uske pehle chhadi se peetungi bhi" If you touch me again, I will drown you in this canal itself and before that I'll beat you with this stick too. I bobbed my head up and down saying, "Nahi chhunga.... kabhi bhi nahi.. ye bhi galti se ho gaya" I won't touch you... never again... this also happened by mistake. "Mujhe chhune ka hak sirf mere pati ka hoga... or kisi ka nahi.. smajhe" Only my husband will have the right to touch me... no one else... understood? She said and began walking ahead as we were going to steal mangoes from the nearby field because madam ji wanted to eat mangoes. Her words kept ringing in my head... and I smiled... 'Chhune ka hak sirf pati ka hai....hmm...' My heart screamed. 'Only husband can touch...hmm..' 'Relax yaar' I said to my heart. TROPES chaotic fl x introvert ml slow burn romance mature themes dirty talks

What happens when a kingdom discovers a truth that was never meant to exist? The king of Himachal Pradesh. Five powerful princes-raised to believe they knew their bloodline, their legacy, their family. Until one truth shatters everything. There is another heir. A princess. Hidden. Erased. Unspoken. A princess whose very existence was buried by her own mother. Mahnoor-a Vitiligo princess, marked by difference, raised far away from the kingdom that should have been hers. Living in Italy, unknown to the world that was meant to bow to her. While her brothers rule with power and pride... she lives in silence. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when the truth finally surfaces-when the king and his sons discover the daughter they never knew existed-blood will question blood, power will clash with truth, and a forgotten princess will return... not just to be seen- but to be reckoned with. Because some heirs are born into crowns... and some are hidden from them.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "𝐴𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ 𝑟ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛ℎ𝑖 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "𝑬𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.

·:*¨༺ "𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼" ༻¨*:· ┏━━°❀•°•❀°━━━━┓ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 ┗━━°❀•°•❀°━━━━┛ The little girl endured constant neglect and cruel taunts, always hearing words like, '𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯', '𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴', '𝘜𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥'. For the first thirteen years of her life, the people she called as her family abandon her at an orphanage while severing all the ties with her. She had borne the pain with a smile, accepting the harshness, but when they finally left her behind, it broke her. Still shattered, yet not defeated, she found strength in her faith to guide her through the pain, even though it never seemed to stop. Just when it seemed like she had reached her breaking point, her life took an unexpected turn. She was adopted by a man who promised her the one thing she had always longed for, a family. Shivendra Rathore, a businessman and once the feared Mafia King known as SR. He was the father of five boys, each with a distinct personality and unique traits. What would happen when he welcomed a little girl into his family? A girl destined to change not only his life but his entire family's, bringing back the hope he had lost after the death of his beloved wife. Will Ruhanika finally be able to bring back the happiness the family had lost? Will she be the one to melt the tough exterior of these people? Will she ever find the true family she's longed for? Follow Ruhanika's journey as she learns that family isn't defined by blood, but by the heart. "A tale of healing and finding love in heart which doesn't pumps the same blood as mine." - 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥