[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

All the roads I had taken somehow led me back to him, even the ones I had chosen just to forget him. ~•🌷•~ They say first love is something special. Something that stays with you, forever incomplete. Because maybe something complete has to someday end. But love? Love blooms within your heart and lingers through your soul. It isn't a season that ends. It's a condition of your heart that refuses to change. But what happens when you meet your first love at twelve, an age where you're too young to understand what you feel, especially when he's six years older and doesn't take you seriously? Such was the story of a little darling, a girl born in spring, cared for like a delicate flower all her life. A princess who had grown up in a castle of love. Anahira Raghuvanshi. Twelve when she accidentally met her brother's best friend. A boy whose name alone made her blush. A boy whose single glance could leave her completely mesmerised. A boy so charming that half the world seemed to fall for him without him even trying. Perhaps he was the Almighty's greatest challenge. Years passed, and Anahira grew up carrying a love she had never quite understood. A familiar smile. A safe place. A person she looked for in every room. And, eventually, the first person she would have to learn to live without. Then, just like that, he disappeared. No contact. Not even with her brother. Years of trying to bury the feelings she had nurtured as a child followed. But what about him? Had he ever seen her as something more? She knew he hadn't. Even now, after all these years, he still saw her as nothing but his best friend's notorious little sister. The girl who always found trouble and somehow always needed to be taken care of. She wasn't that little girl anymore. Will he ever see the woman she has become? Or will the ghost of their first meeting forever keep him from seeing anything beyond the child she once was? ~•🌸•~

⋆ּ ֶָ֢.𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮?࣪ ִֶָ☾ Intoxication isn't always physical; sometimes, it's emotional. And the intoxication that woman brings is so fucking addictive that even the demons inside me fall silent whenever her existence so much as brushes against mine. - 𝒵𝒶𝓎𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓀 Terror is something I never felt, except that one time when that motherfucker entered my life like Shani. Till now, Ahvi Rana used to make others fear; now, it's him whom Ahvi Rana has started to fear. It's terrible. - 𝒜𝒽𝓋𝒾 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

Alisha Seth fears nothing and no one. She's sharp-tongued, fearless, and dominates every room she walks into except when he walks in. Rishi Zamindar. Her best friend's older brother. The man she has seen since childhood. The man she has spent years hiding from, avoiding, and desperately ignoring. Because there was always a line. And she never dared to cross it. Then there's Reyansh, her Reyansh. Her childhood best friend. Her home. The boy she loves with every corner of her heart purely, truly, and completely platonically. They have always been each other's safe place. Until Rishi looks at her one day really looks at her. And the line she spent years building? He destroys it with a single glance. Now Alisha is caught between the fire she can't escape and the home she can't lose. Reyansh trusts them both. Loves them both. He never imagined they could betray him. But when Rishi and Alisha collide Reyansh loves them both. He trusts them both. He never imagined they could hurt him. But when desire, obsession, and loyalty collide someone always gets burned. And Alisha is about to find out that fire doesn't ask for permission. It consumes. Reyansh's world will come crushing down. And no one will survive the wreckage untouched.

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

"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?

Syllabus of Fate Manaswi and Aviraj - two people with completely opposite personalities, forced into marriage by family pressure. Neither wanted it, and on the very first night, Aviraj walked away, leaving behind silence and distance. But life has its own ways of bringing hearts closer. Slowly, through care, understanding, and unspoken emotions, they begin to see each other differently. What started as a forced bond turns into something beautiful a love built on respect, patience, and quiet affection. This is not a fairytale... it's a journey of how two people, once unwilling to even share a life, end up finding love in the most unexpected way. A story full of warmth, emotions, and the kind of love that grows with time. ❤️ How will their path align? what future holds for them? dive into the story to know further.... Because sometimes... fate knows what the heart needs, even when we don't. This story is all about what every old school girl like me want after marriage. There is No dark romance, No cheating, No separation, no unnecessary villain drama. JUST A COUPLE and their feelings towards each other🥹❤️

#𝐈 𝐢𝐧 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞🧿✨' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧˖° Ｍｉｓｈｒａ ｗｅｄｓ Ｍａｈａｊａｎ？ °˖✧ ⟡ Welcome to a shaadi where the pheras aren't even theirs, but the rishta might just be. ⟡ Kiara Mishra once believed in love- the soft, school-girl kind that blooms in quiet corners and ends in heartbreak at railway stations. Back then, she was the shy, clumsy girl who fell too hard for a backbencher with a dimpled smile. Years passed. He became a memory. She became a fire- Dr. Kiara Mishra, bold tongue, sharp mind, zero time for nostalgia. ♡✧──────✧♡ But fate? Arre, that old troublemaker had other plans. A best friend's grand Udaipur wedding drags her straight into royal halls, nosy aunties, dhol beats... and him. Ruaan Mahajan. The boy who once held her heart... and maybe, just maybe, never returned it. ✦ Seven days. ✦ Forced encounters. ✦ Meddling friends. ✦ Too many sparks for two people pretending they've "moved on." ✦ And one big, fat Indian wedding that refuses to mind its own business. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: Everything. ...including the way she still looks at him. ...including the way he never stopped. ꕥ A chaotic, nostalgic, slow-burn reunion you won't forget ꕥ ✧──────────────✧ ᴛᴏᴘ 𝟾 ᴏɴ 𝟹𝟷sᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 #3 in schoolromance #2 in chaotix #1 in sadlovestory #1 in devotion #1 in crush #2 in secretadmirer #2 in purelove #1 in childhoodsweethearts #1 in teenromance #3 in lovestory #1 in funny