Eighteen years after her parents' divorce, a young influencer and documentary creator decides to visit India with a hidden motive. Her father was a politician of Uttar Pradesh, yet she had spent her entire life hating everything about politics- until fate brought her face to face with the state's cold, rising politician who was worshipped by people like their god. And the most twisted part was that HE ALSO HAPPENED TO BE HER FATHER'S MAIN OPPONENT IN THE ELECTIONS. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? -------- #1 political - 14 Jun 2026

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How was I supposed to choose? How could I choose between the father who gave me his name and the man who owned my soul? Seeing me completely frozen, Aaryav let out a dark, frustrated sigh. "Let's make this easy for you... okay, baby?" Before I could even register his words, his strong arms wrapped around me, forcefully pulling my back flush against his hard chest. His grip was an iron cage, locking me in place. He looked over my head toward his parents. "Aap sab taiyari kariye mansion mein humare phero ki," Aarav commanded, his voice absolute. "Aata hoon main bhi aadhe ghante mein... legally inko apna bana ke." _________________________________ "Kya khaya hai aapne aaj poore din mein, Anu?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with a dangerous edge. "List bataiye mujhe. Ek ek cheez ki." My heart did a tiny flip. I looked away, swallowing nervously. "Wo... wo Gayatri Maa aur maine shaam ko chai pi thi..." "Aur?" Aaryav rasped, stepping closer until his knees rested against the mattress. "Dhruv se pehle hi pooch chuka hoon main. Sach bataiye." I looked up at him, biting my lower lip fearfully. "Wo... garlic bread... thoda sa pizza... aur thode se nachos..."

Vows & Vendettas 🔞 [The President's Wife] "A marriage made for the nation... not for love" A historic victory turns into a national scandal when, just hours before taking the oath as the youngest President of India, Varchasv Thakur announces that the mysterious woman in the leaked photographs isn't a stranger- "She isn't a stranger. She's my fiancee." The only problem? Dr. Aadhya Pandey, a brilliant general surgeon, has never met him. Bound by a one-year contract marriage, a President determined to protect his nation and a surgeon who wants nothing to do with politics are thrust into a world of power, secrets, and danger. But behind the headlines lies a far more dangerous truth. The leaked photographs weren't meant to destroy Varchasv's reputation. They were the opening move in a conspiracy powerful enough to shake the nation itself. As enemies close in, loyalties are tested, and every smile hides a secret, Varchasv and Aadhya must decide whether a marriage built on a lie can survive the truth. Because sometimes... The greatest threat to a country isn't standing across the border. It's standing within. The nation chose him as its President. Fate chose her as his wife. →TROOPS← • POLITICAL ROMANCE • FAKE MARRIAGE • MYSTERY • THRILLER • SLOW BURN

Some stories don't begin with love . they begin with fire, silence, and everything left unsaid. "I want to hate you for ruining my life but whenever I look into your eyes I forget everything you did to me" What power your eyes hold, Mr. Rathore... "And I want to hate you too for making me a person, who was never feared anything, now scared to live without you" What have you done to me, Mrs. Aaruhi Rudra Singh Rathore? hello Wattpad readers this is first story. this story based on a college student Aaruhi also the elder daughter and Rudra Singh Rathore a business man CEO and also a mafia. Aaruhi sharma : the elder daughter of the sharma family. she is 21 years old, loving and caring , loved by everyone. she has a medium height, cute , kind heart and beautiful nature. she is like sunshine with fire. her first priority is her family and friends. she fight with every problem alone and everyone thinks that she is strong but no-one knows about the pain behind her smile. she thinks that will someone can see the pain behind her smile and heal her , loves her. Rudra Singh Rathore: A 27 years old successful billionaire and top business men of Asia. he is also a underground feared mafia. he is handsome like greek God, brown eyes and tall height and dangerous smile. for him her family is first place. except his family and friends he is devil for world. the only one thing he hate is betroyal. he has a anger issue and he is a cold hearted person. what will happen when the then their paths collide. Will he became the person she wants. let us join with me to their journey.

Singhania Series #3 book The wedding night was supposed to mark the beginning of her forever. Instead, it became the night that shattered her world. Betrayed by fate and scarred by a crime she never deserved, her life turned into a battlefield of whispers, shame, and broken dreams. The groom who was meant to stand beside her disappeared... leaving behind a ruined wedding and a girl everyone had already judged. But destiny had other plans. A stranger stepped into the mandap at the last moment - cold, unreadable, and dangerous. A man with secrets darker than the night itself. He agreed to become her replacement groom, tying his fate to a girl the world had already condemned. But why would a man like him marry a broken bride? Was it pity... A hidden motive... Or a revenge plan far more terrifying than anyone could imagine? As buried truths begin to surface and enemies lurk in the shadows, their forced marriage turns into a dangerous game of secrets, obsession, and survival. Because sometimes the man who saves you... might be the one you should fear the most.

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle. Warning'*s⚠️ #18+ #Mature language #Abusive language #College lovestory #Happy ending #Dark romance

He was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. Powerful, respected and known for his cold and serious personality. She was just a girl from Chandigarh. Ashleen Grewal is 22, busy with her studies, her NGO work and her family. She isn't looking for love, and definitely isn't looking for a man who comes with a world of power, politics and responsibilities. Their paths cross at a wedding, and what starts as a few unexpected encounters slowly turns into something neither of them planned for. He has always kept people at a distance. She has never been the kind to get impressed by someone's status. And somehow, she becomes the one person who starts getting past the walls he spent years building. For the first time, Devansh starts feeling things he doesn't know how to handle. And because he has never really learned how to express his emotions, his approach towards Ashleen can sometimes be harsh and difficult to understand. Which doesn't exactly make him very likeable in her eyes. But this isn't your cliché love story where the FL melts at the ML's every touch. She has her own opinions, her own life and a mind of her own. So, how does a girl from Chandigarh become the exception in the life of a powerful man? Read further to know more. Give it a try. ❤️

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."