He is the law of Mohali. She is a storm he intends to cage. At thirty-two, Arjan Singh Dhaliwal operates in a world where power is absolute, promises are binding, and his word is the final law. As a ruthless, sharp-tongued MLA, he doesn't know how to negotiate, and he certainly doesn't know how to lose. When he sets his dark, piercing gaze on the fierce and beautiful daughter of the Bajwa house, he doesn't just want her hand in marriage...he wants absolute ownership of her heart, her defiance, and her destiny. At twenty-five, Dr. Kudrat Kaur Bajwa has dedicated her life to healing, independence, and the open sky. She is an untamable sparrow with a spicy resilience and a stubborn heart. But a single sight at her, binds her to the powerful Dhaliwal lineage, turning her world upside down. Forced into a marriage wrapped in grand Punjabi traditions, heavy crimson velvet, and ancestral pride, she vows never to bow to the arrogant politician who claimed her. "Look at what you just did! You dragged me like an animal! You don't want a wife, Arjan Dhaliwal, you want a slave! You want to kill my dreams, my career, my identity! You want to lock me in your mansion!" "Je agli vaar pair vi baahar kaddia, te main lataan bhann deniyaan teriyaan. (If next time you even step a foot outside, I will break your legs myself.) I will do whatever it takes to keep you right where you belong......beside me." ... This is a punjabi story, contains translation... Tropes: 1. Age Gap (32 & 25) 2. Alpha / Morally Grey Male Lead 3. Fierce / Independent Female Lead 4. Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity 5. Possessive male lead 6.He Falls First & Harder

"Do you even know me" he asked "gali mein ghoomne wale har kutte ka naam nhi janti main" she snapped. He builds walls around his heart She breaks barriers to follow hers He hides his scars behind power She wears her struggles like a crown He is the storm that makes others tremble She is the sunshine that makes others bloom He believes love is a lie She believes love is her truth TANUSH OBEROI He's the powerhouse behind Oberio Enterprises, the name that reshaped the fashion world. Brilliant, ruthless in business and a designer whose creations rule global runways-he is the man everyone admires, yet no one truly knows Brilliant, ruthless A shattered past carved away his laughter, leaving behind a heart that refuses to believe in love. To him, it is nothing but a cruel illusion. And the world's most sought-after CEO has vowed never to fall for it again BHUMI SINGHANIA She is the woman who built her name, her brand and her empire with nothing but courage and relentless passion. The proud owner of her own fashion label, she carved her place in a world that was never ready to give her one. Pure, graceful, and radiant, Bhumi is the kind of soul that lights up a room. Yet behind that sunshine smile l ies the story of battles fought in silence. She has faced storms, endured heartbreaks, and challenged traditions-all to chase the dream she refused to let go of. She is the sister of Tanush's bhabhi, and the undisputed favorite of her jiju, who sees in her the strength of a fighter and the heart of a child. Loved by many, envied by some, Bhumi is more than just beauty she is resilience wrapped in elegance. She believes in love,in happiness, in chasing the impossible. But destiny has a way of testing even the brightest souls... and hers is about to be tested in ways she never imagined. Story begins

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved.

𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "amore, aur kitna tarpaogi?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's the cruelty of it, amore." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.

What happens when the CM of the state falls for the opposition party's president's daughter? A war. ** #1 political - 14 Jun 2026

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

Book 2 in Political series Not a standalone so please read Book 1 (YMC) He was the M.L.A who hated the word 'Love'. Defeated by life he stepped up again only to Conquer the unthinkable. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 :- The Politician who once known as a guy for his short temper and reckless actions was now known as one of the most influential M.L.A of the state. The man who made his regret and grief his shield. The man who promised to breath just for his younger brother's promise and Elder brother's love. Until she made him feel alive again... His Dil-e-noor She was that friendly and helpful GenZ assistant professor at the University and also a little bit famous influencer known for her obsession about a certain M.L.A. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 :- The woman who was always a stranger among her blood. The woman who would go to any extent just to get her freedom back. She knew freedom comes with a price....but this price was too hefty for her to pay but also too appealing for her to refuse. Until she saw those eyes...those eyes that promised to give it all to her.... Her Rana Ji Asst. Professor × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my second story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language

Everyone in Vivekanand Institute of Studies feared three things 1. Bullies 2. Bullets 3. Brutal Veeraj Dahiya No, He was not brutal........ he was Blunt, Boundless, Cold blooded and heartless. From Campus fights to open firing in rallies, Veeraj was a certified Haryanvi Jaatt His bad boy personality made many campus girls drool over him, But he? Heck no!! he knew his standards. Coming from one of the hella rich and powerful families of haryana and being the only son of the most powerful MLA to ever rule the state, Dheeraj Dahiya, Our hero was not afraid of anything ( let's see for how long) REET THAKUR: A simple girl from Rajasthan who desired freedom more than she did oxygen. Having a toxic and patriarchal house, she never got validation at home. But how did she end up having the privilege to study at the prestigious Vivekanand Institute of Studies? Well, it would have gone the other way if Shushant Rana didn't wanted an educated daughter in law!!!! Let's see how will this freedom cost her for something she never knew she would desire for Warning: mature content and use of f•ul language