Rajveer Singh Sandhu. A mayor ek Punjabi munda hai-full of swagger, attitude, charm aur confidence. aur dil jeet lene wala style. Jise apna maan le, uske liye duniya se bhi lad sakta hai. Aur doosri taraf hai Noor Thakur- ek sundar, sushil aur classy ladki, jiske chehre par noor aur aankhon mein gehre raaz. Ek taraf Rajveer ka charm, junoon aur Punjabi fire... Doosri taraf Noor ki elegance, nazakat aur hidden spark... Jab yeh dono milenge, ek aisi kahani shuru hogi jo sab yaad rakhenge. He was her brother in law's friend and she was his bhabhi's bhen.🌷 Manyy more thinggg inside🤫 Try!!

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 🤍 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🤍 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 Golden boy. Speaks in poetry. Doesn't know a girl already fell for his words. ✦ "Every word I wrote led me straight to her." · · ──── · ꕥ · ──── · · 𝐀𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 New girl. Quiet. Fell for his poetry before his face. ✦ "His words felt written for a girl like me." · · ──── · ꕥ · ──── · · 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 Star athlete. Loved her two years in silence. Now she's his best friend's twin sister. ✦ "Two years. And fate had the nerve to make her his sister." · · ──── · ꕥ · ──── · · 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 Sunshine. Completely oblivious to the boy who memorized her laugh for two years. ✦ "Wait - someone's been staring?" · · ──── · ꕥ · ──── · · 𝐈𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 Tech genius. Sarcastic. Started a war with one laugh. ✦ "She hates me. Good. At least she's always looking." · · ──── · ꕥ · ──── · · 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Topper. Group mom. Done with one specific boy since day one. ✦ "I don't hate easily. But him? Effortless." 🤍 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🤍 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚｡ 𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝

[UPDATE: EVERY SATURDAY ] Book 2 : Modern monarch AU Aditri, the beloved princess of Vijaynagar, has always belonged to Aryamaan Singh Ranawat, the second prince of Aryavrat. She has loved him her whole life, dreaming of the day they would be together. But after stepping into his world as his bride, she discovers that nothing is as it seemed. Promises shatter, illusions crumble . She was promised to him but turns out he was promised to someone else . How will Aditri win him back or she will give up once she found out the truth ?

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐗 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐉 [𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘] Devyani, 24 years old with curly long hair with dusky skin tone, at the young age she lost her mother and to survive in the cruel society she disguise herself as man and serve the kingdom as knight Adhiraj, the first prince of the kingdom rajgarh who only cares about the throne, he's cold, distance and dangerous everything devyani should stay away from What will happen when the force proximity bring them together??

He was Manglik. The solution? A marriage to a tree. The twist? The tree was already occupied. At 27, his life was supposed to be normal-until astrology decided otherwise. To cancel his Manglik dosh, his family married him to a tree. Ritual done. Problem solved... or so they thought. What no one knew was that a chaotic, sharp-tongued, and slightly unhinged spirit lived in that tree. Now, he's accidentally married to a ghost. She's funny. She's unpredictable. She knows secrets she shouldn't. And she has absolutely no intention of leaving him alone. Between haunted nights, sarcastic conversations, and a mystery buried deep within her past, his life turns into a mess he never signed up for. After all... how do you divorce someone who isn't alive? Let's dive into this chaos to know everything~

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 A tale drenched in curses, rain, and ruined royalty - Book 1 She slipped behind the thick trunk of a towering tree, pressing her back against its rough bark. Her chest heaved violently, breath escaping in short, ragged pants that shattered the fragile silence of the woods. Panic clawed at her throat. She quickly covered her mouth with one trembling hand to muffle the sound, terrified of drawing more attention, while the other gripped the torch, now switched off, so tightly her knuckles blanched. The footsteps were closer now. Slow. Steady. Unhurried. She could feel them, each step sinking into the earth like a deliberate claim. Her eyes squeezed shut when the sound stopped abruptly. On the other side of the tree, so close she could almost feel his presence through the bark, stood a shadow. He was leaning slightly forward against the front of the trunk... while she stood pressed against the back, only the rough strip of wood separated them, only inches. If she extended her hand just a little, She would touch him. "I know you're here," he whispered, his voice low and husky, the sound sliding down her spine like cold silk. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from gasping, afraid even the smallest sound would betray her. The pressure drew a bead of crimson from the soft flesh of her petal-like lip, and she tasted iron on her tongue. On the other side of the trunk, his pupils darkened. His head tilted slightly, leaning closer to the bark as if he could sense the warmth of her through it. With unhurried ease, he slipped a cigarette from the front pocket of his jacket. The soft flick of his lighter broke the silence, a brief flare of gold illuminating the sharp lines of his face. The flame kissed the tip. "I can feel your presence, you know," he murmured, tapping the cigarette lightly with his finger before bringing it back to his mouth.

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF HATE Ishvika Roy has two problems. The first is that she has a habit of turning every peaceful situation into complete chaos. The second? Samay Rawat. He is quiet, strict, annoyingly handsome, and absolutely impossible to read. Unfortunately for Ishvika, he isn't just the man she keeps accidentally bumping into, arguing with, and embarrassing herself in front of. He's her professor. And as if that wasn't bad enough, fate has decided to make things even worse- They become accidental flatmates. Now, the man who barely tolerates her existence has to see her every single day, outside the classroom, without the safety of professional boundaries to hide behind. She talks too much. He hates unnecessary conversations. She thrives on chaos. He worships silence. She loves getting on his nerves. He has the patience of a saint-until she pushes the wrong button. They call it hate. But when living under the same roof starts blurring the lines between irritation and attraction, one question remains- How long can they keep pretending it's nothing but hate? Because sometimes, the strongest emotions don't begin with love. Sometimes, they begin with the person you can't stand.

✧ 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐗 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 ✧ ༺♡༻ This is love story of completely opposite souls who's path were never meant to be crossed yet they did. ❦He is a rude,arrogant and ruthless IPS Officer who never believed in love.Focused,Calm, determined and Short tempered. ❦She is a sweet,mature and bubbly girl who lives in an orphan.She spreads kindness, love and positivity where she goes. ─── ・ 。゚☆゚. ・─── One incident and everything got changed !! What is written in their destinies ? Are they meant to be together ?

«"सांगवान घराने में दो चीज़ां की कीमत सबसे ज्यादा सै-जुबान अर इज्जत।"» At 28, Yuvraj Sangwan, the only heir to Haryana's most powerful political family, is preparing to fight his first election from Rohtak. At 20, Myra Sharma, a second-year BBA student, dreams of building a corporate empire-not becoming someone's wife. One accidental collision. One forgotten apology. One unforgettable question. She doesn't remember the man she bumped into. He can't forget the girl who never looked up. When politics collides with ambition, and legacy stands against dreams... Will love be enough, or will power have the final vote? . Madam Ji | A Haryanvi Political Romance "राजनीति मैं जीत-हार तो रोज बदलै सै... पर कुछ रिश्ते ऐसे होवें सैं, जिनका फैसला ना जनता करै सै, ना किस्मत... बस वक़्त करै सै।"