⬩➤ VIRAJ × JANAAT(main leads) A tale that began with protection only!! But soon collided with something... A man with a legacy and a hidden empire For months, he stayed in the shadows, ensuring nothing reached her. Then decided to marry her. Soon, the line drawn out of protection started to blur. She became the moment he forgot to blink. She became the center of his world. He realized protection was not enough; it was never. From there, Passion started- raw passion. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⬩➤ VEER × HEER (second leads) She is a slow-developing woman. And he was a man who had already decided never to marry anyone. Until he shop flower from her. For her, he broke his rule and married her. Not out of duty. Not out of pressure. But as a responsibility. He surrendered it all-his expectations, his future, every unspoken dream Just to keep her safe, just to keep her with him. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ This is a soft romance novel-with gentle but passionate moments. Discretion is advised!! ©All rights reserved Started- 1 December 2025

My story is inspired by the movie #varisu so few things will be same but it's going to be a Love story. love at 1st sight where one is in love but don't know with whom. Isn't it interesting. let's find it out together.

✧⁠*⁠。"Seven Vows With Stranger " ✧⁠*⁠。 Seven vows. One arranged marriage. Two strangers trapped under the same roof. She refuses to be controlled. He refuses to be challenged. Yet in the shadows of duty and desire, attraction becomes dangerous... and survival is no longer enough. Dark. Intense. Unforgiving. Can two worlds collide without destroying each other... or themselves? Tropes ✓Maithali Bihari woman × Punjabi man ✓ Elder daughter × Elder son ✓ Bossy × Grumpy ✓ Responsible × Commanding ✓ Secretly fictional writer × Billionaire CEO ✓ Higher middle class × High class ✓ Kind, innocent × Clever,manipulative © 2026 Kaashi. All rights reserved. Date: 22 February 2026

"Agar tum saath ho, toh raste bhi anjaan kyun lagein..." Par woh saath tha hi nahi. Main toh bas... wahan thi. Galat waqt, galat jagah, galat dulhan. He never asked for me. I never asked for this. Yet here we are, sharing a name, a haveli, and a silence so loud it keeps me up at night. Rivan Thakur is not an easy man to live with. He is harder to forget. And me? I'm just Mishti. The girl with a secret he doesn't know yet. Some truths, when they come out it changes everything.

Saanjh was still standing like a statue, completely frozen. Adhiraj walked toward her. The anger in his eyes from a few moments ago had now softened., "Hamse shadi kr lijiye, Saanjh" (Marry me! saanjh) She looked at him, and suddenly a fire of anger ignited inside her. Through her tears, she shouted, "Aap sabne samajh kya rakha h hame, ek ne becha, dusre ne kharida aur ab aap aa gaye hame bachakar apne jaal me kaid karne k liye" (What do you all think I am? One sold me, another bought me, and now you have come to 'save' me just to trap me in your own cage.) "Insaan hn ham, koi chij nahi, jb jiska mann ho ham pr apna adhikar jatane aa jaye" (I am a human being, not an object... that anyone can claim whenever they want.) "Dekhiye..." she joined her shivering palms together, her voice breaking, "aapne hame us insaan se bachaya, uske liye ham aapke aabhari rahenge pr ham aapse shadi nahi kar sakte hn" (you saved me from that man, and for that I will always be grateful to you. But I cannot marry you.) "Shadi to aap hamse karengi, apni marji se, ya phir jabardasti" (You will marry me, either of your own will, or by force,) Adhiraj said to her in a very calm way. For a long moment, Saanjh remained locked in his stare. Finally, she retreated two paces and spoke with trembling but firm resolve, "Mar jayenge, pr aap jaise gunde se shadi nahi karenge" (I'll die before I marry a goon like you) Adhiraj let out a low, dangerous chuckle. "Fine," he murmured, "maar dete hn" He stopped for a moment, staring straight into her eyes. His voice became very low and scary as he added, "Aapki family ko" Keeping his gaze locked on her eyes, he pointed his gun toward her grandmother and said, "Aaj ya to aapki doli uthegi hamare sath...ya aapki aankho k samne aapke ghar walo ki arthi uthegi" (Today, either you leave this house in a wedding palanquin with me... or you will watch your family leave it in funeral processions.)

She was just a girl in 9th grade when she fell in love-pure, real, and all-consuming. But one cruel misunderstanding, planted by a third person, tore their beautiful bond apart. That heartbreak didn't break her... it transformed her. Into an author-one who hides her scars in her stories. And then there's him-the cold, powerful Asian Mafia King who rose to the top at a shockingly young age. Love never touched him. Emotions never moved him. Until one day, he picked up a story. Her story. And became obsessed-not with the plot, but with the woman behind those bleeding words. He wasn't broken. But for her... he became the healer she never knew she needed. Two lives. One past. One story that changed everything. What happens when her pen meets his world of power and darkness?

NISHAAMOH SERIES ONE🥀 ༺𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒑𝒖𝒕༻ X ༺𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒌༻ ◉✿𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤✿◉ ♡ Revenge (Ofcourse). ♡ Explicit scenes ♡ Bre@stfeeding & Navel Paglu ♡ Pain and Ple@sure ♡ An@l ♡ Family bonding ♡ Kn¡fe Play (Mild) ♡ Dark romance ♡ Bloody wars ♡ Mystery thriller ♡ Secrets ♡ Most Importantly 👇🏻 "𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚" ♡♡ TABAH ISHQ: His Obsessed Bride is a dark, desi historical romance of power, pride, and possession, where hatred fuels obsession and love becomes the most dangerous sin of all📚

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

The rain was pouring mercilessly outside. It felt as if the world itself was about to end tonight. Along with the rain, a terrifying storm had engulfed the entire forest. Amid that violent storm, standing right in the heart of the jungle, was a beautiful white marble mansion. A nameplate outside the house read- "Chaudhary Niwas." But from inside the mansion came heart-wrenching screams and cries of a woman-sounds that could shake anyone to their core. On the second floor, inside an elegant bedroom, a woman lay writhing on the bed. She was crying in unbearable pain. Her nine-month-pregnant belly was clearly visible.