Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈) "𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠." 🌹 When 𝑽𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, an outspoken doctor, dares to challenge 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚, the ruthless and power-hungry chief minister, she unknowingly seals her fate. Her defiance ignites his fury, and in a move of revenge, he forces her into a marriage she never wanted. But Vaishali isn't one to surrender-if he wants a battle, she's ready to give him one. What begins as a war of dominance turns into something far more dangerous as secrets unravel and hidden identities come to light. Beneath her white coat, Vaishali carries a past that could shake the very foundations of power Hemansh stands on. As the lines between love and hate blur, so do the rules of the game they're playing. In a world where power is everything, will love be their greatest strength-or their ultimate downfall? 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖

WARNING: this story will contain a male lead who has anger issues and controlling in nature, not a moral story some scenes may trigger you so, if you do not wish to read it please skip it. Story will contain some explicit scenes so you have already been warned. When fiercely independent college student Ishika Rai is torn from her glittering Delhi life by a family emergency, she finds herself trapped in a remote Rajasthani village that feels like stepping back in time. No WiFi. No freedom. No escape. Prithvi Raj Chauhan-the village head whose word is law. Respected by some, feared by all. His anger burns like desert fire, his dominance absolute. He sees Ishika as everything wrong with the modern world: defiant, disrespectful, dangerous to his carefully guarded traditions. She sees him as everything she's fought against: controlling, suffocating, determined to break her spirit. Their first meeting ignites a war. Every conversation becomes a battlefield. Every glance a challenge. He demands submission; she gives rebellion. He tries to silence her; she roars louder. The village watches in shock as their untouchable leader meets the one person who refuses to bow. But beneath Prithvi's rage lies a man haunted by secrets that made him this way. Behind Ishika's defiance beats a heart that's never met its match. As desert nights burn with their explosive confrontations, something darker and more dangerous than anger begins to consume them both. Desire. In a place where tradition rules and outsiders don't survive, two forces of nature are about to discover that sometimes the person who challenges you most is the one you can't live without. Can a woman who bows to no one love a man whose anger could destroy worlds? Can a king of tradition surrender his crown to a queen who refuses to be tamed? Some fires burn everything. Others forge unbreakable bonds.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)

"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬." 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢. 𝘼 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣. ───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────── They say love can heal all wounds, but what about the ones it creates? 𝘙𝘶𝘥𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢 never imagined she'd be tied to 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻, the cold, manipulative older brother of her fiancé. But betrayal has twisted their fates, and now she's trapped in a marriage she never wanted. For 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻, power and control are everything, and 𝘙𝘶𝘥𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢 has become the prize in his dangerous game. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, she is forced to confront the deadly secrets that could destroy them both. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────── ⋆𐙚 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘:- • 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 • 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 • 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 • 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹 & 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 • 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 • 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 • 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻

He was her brother's most feared weapon. Silent. Deadly. Untouchable. Until he touched her. Now she's the one thing he can't let go of-even if it means war. Aaradhna Singhania doesn't speak much anymore. She plays her part-beautiful, silent, obedient. But behind her soft smile is a storm she's spent ten years trying to bury. And when her mother announces her engagement to a powerful man with a reputation for cruelty, she doesn't fight it. Because girls like her don't get to choose. Not in families like hers. Until Shaurya Thakur steps in. He doesn't ask. He doesn't wait. He just takes her. One second she's slipping on an engagement ring. The next-she's in a safehouse with the most dangerous man in her brother's empire, married with blood on her hands and a fire in his eyes. Shaurya has killed for less than the way they looked at her. He doesn't care that she's scared of him. He doesn't care that she's not ready. He only cares that she's his. Now. Always. But Aaradhna's past is not as buried as she thought. And Shaurya's loyalty? It's about to be tested in the most brutal way possible. She was never meant to survive. He was never meant to care. But when fire meets fire-someone always burns.

her calling her husband to bed seeing , him working to late, ''am i day dreaming or did you just invite me to the bed wifey'' ''to sleep.....don't get any dirty idea'' ''impossible....all i have are dirty ideas ...and when it comes to you some down right filthy'' _____________________________________________________________________ ''its fake marriage'' he said to his friend and when he sees him checking her out, ''take your eyes off her ass'' his freind giving him smirk, '' fake yeah ...right'' _____________________________________________________________________ '' if soulmates exist mine better let me know right now!!'' she though , two desk away an uncontrollable urge to sneeze overcome him ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- what will happen when the biggest mafia king want to take revenge from his sweet innocent wife that just turned 18 but forcefully get married her life had taken such turn that her whole world become upside down does her innocence will break the resolution of her husband for taking revenge or she will always struggle?? lets find out

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....