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

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ❝ मुश्किलों में ये डाले, जो भी चाहे करा ले बदले ये दिलों के फैसले... ❞ ❝ मन का मौजी इश्क तो जी, अलबेली सी राहों पे ले चले... ❞ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school...and each other. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ₊˚⊹♡⊹˚₊ Some of them grew up with salutes, posting orders, and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some are chasing stars they haven't earned yet and Some have spent years dreaming of uniforms that still don't belong to them. And all of them are slowly discovering that love has terrible timing. ⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆ Protective best friends. Overprotective brothers. Teasing siblings. Ridiculous dares. Accidental hand-holds. The one who falls first. The one who falls harder. And the one who swears they aren't in love while being painfully, hopelessly obvious. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ Because clearing exams is hard. Clearing NDA is harder. But surviving high school while pretending you don't love someone? That might just be the toughest battle of all. ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ ₊˚⊹⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ A story about dreams. About friends

₊˚⊹♡ ⊹˚₊ ❝ तेरी मोहब्बत में जलना भी है, और तुझसे बचके ही चलना भी है... कुछ रंग अपना बदलना भी है, मैंने ढलना तेरे रंग में है सदा... ❞ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ "Some loves heal. Some loves haunt. And some... refuse to die." ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Major Siddharth Singh was never a good man. Not the kind poetry is written about. Not the kind mothers pray for. Not the kind women should love. He is stubborn. Ruthless. Dangerously loyal. The sort of man who would burn himself alive if duty demanded it and expect everyone else to understand even including her. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Captain Dr. Sakshi Choudhary never intended to love him. She intended to survive him. His arrogance. His recklessness. His impossible certainty that the world would bend before his will. Yet somewhere between military hospitals, field postings, unanswered calls and promises neither of them knew how to keep he became home. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Meanwhile Major Karan Rathore laughs too loudly. And Shrishti Bajwa loves too deeply. One hides every wound behind humour. The other pretends her heart is not breaking. Together they are chaos. Together they are comfort. Together they are the kind of love people envy without knowing what it cost. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ But wars do not only happen at borders. Sometimes they happen inside marriages. Inside loyalty. Inside the spaces between truth and silence. And when a mission crosses into enemy territory one choice will change everything because some betrayals are real and some betrayals only look real but hearts break either way. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ This is a story of duty that demanded too much. Of love that forgave too litt

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.

Are you looking for a cute romantic full of LOVE and a little bit of drama in a Arrange marriage? Here is your stop... Come with me to know how they fall in love and changes will it bring for them. Nirmaan Singh Rathore and Subí Chauhan are two completely different people. Subí is 23y/o and comes from a completely conservative and a stable class family, with all working jobs and conservative nature which leads to her introverted shy nature. She is a Teacher by profession and an Artist by passion. Whereas Nirmaan is 28, from a family completely opposite of Subí's. He is a CEO of SR group of Industries and eldest child of the family. Different worlds ,different backgrounds,different upbringing...still, fate decides to make them one. ------- He takes a step closer to her. His breath fanning on her ear. Subí tightens her grip on her sari on both sides. She shuts her eyes tight, her heart was running a marathon due to his proximity. "Ma...Maan!", she stutters when she felt cold fingers on her bare waist. "Kya hua, Biwi?, Abhi to maine kuch kiya bhi nahi" He says..giving a feathery kiss on the nape of her neck. She opens her eyes in shock when she realises what he was actually doing. "Maan, vapas dijiye,mujhe woh" She tried to get it back jumping as high as possible,while Maan was standing there with his arm raised with a smirk ,he was too tall for her. Maan ran around the room while Subí was trying to catch him jumping on the bed. And suddenly there was a big THUD!!! #1 - Indian marriage #1 - mature language #1 - Cute love story #1 - Hindi #2 - Comedy - Drama #2 - 2023

Prem-Leela Series Book- 01 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚) "Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered. I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces and politics? And yet, I found myself saying yes. In a sunlit courtyard filled with the fragrance of marigolds and the cheers of villagers, I became Mrs. Regal Rathore, Queen of Raipur. But this was more than a marriage; it was a rebirth. Mature content ahead! Started - 4.07.2024 Ended - 6.04.2025 Copyrightnwanaa©2024_™

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

Prashant Pandey is everything the world admires. Confident, charming, and impossible to ignore. But the version he gives them isn't real. Not like the one he shows me. With me, he's chaos wrapped in silence. With me, he's the broken parts he hides. And I hate him for what he's done. I hate that I still want him. His touch. His pain. His truth. Him. Ira Solanki used to be the girl I would've burned the world for. But that girl is gone. And the woman who took her place? I can't love her without destroying her. I'm colder now. Harsher. I don't let her in, not like before. I hurt her because it's easier than holding her. Because it's the only way I know how to let her go. We don't fit. We break. Over and over again. But no matter how far we fall, we keep reaching for each other through every fight, every scar, every memory that won't let go. This isn't a love story. It's a war. And somehow, we're both losing.