"𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮" His nose brushed against her neck, slow and deliberate, his breath warm against her skin. She had two options, step back or hit him. She hit him before she could think twice. His lip split, blood trickling down, and she took two steps back. He didn't speak, didn't argue, didn't even look angry. That was the part that unsettled her. He leaned closer, unhurried, like she hadn't just split his lip open, and cupped her face in both hands. Then he brushed his lips lightly against hers, just once. When he pulled back, she didn't need to check. His blood was on her lips. His eyes dropped to her mouth, something dark flickering behind them. "Nice lip shade." 💌 Love , Lust and Legacy series #1 📚 His Dirty Little Secret

"𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈... 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐉𝐈" SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET ON HIS KNEES... The rain hasn't stopped. But people did. Ganga ghat pe aarti abhi khatm hui thi. Hawa tez thi. The diyas flickered. Rain started. soft at first, then heavier. People grabbed their dupattas, rushed up the ghat steps. "Humare liye prem hi pooja hai. Aur pooja hi prem" she cut him off mid sentence "Toh kariye humari pooja" And he did. Woh uske samne sar jhuka ke baith gaya... "Aaj se Kartavya Rajpurohit aapke hua, kashi ji." Aaj se kartavya Rajpurohit aapke huye... "Hum nahi jaante prem kaise hota hai. Par jo bhi hai. woh aap hi ho." I don't know what love is supposed to feel like. I never did. But I know that before you, mornings were just mornings. Now they're the time I wonder if you slept well. I know that when you laugh I forget what I was doing. I know that when you're upset something in my chest pulls, like it's mine to fix, like it was always mine to fix. I have never fought for anything in my life. Never raised my voice. Never asked for anything. But for you I would learn. For you I would show up at every ghat, every lane, every place you've ever been, just to be where you are. I don't know what to do with this feeling. It's too big and I'm not a big person. But it's yours. All of it. Whatever this is, it's yours. Kashi Zaveri : who loved loudly, never knowing someone was just as gone for her. Kartavya Rajpurohit : who prayed with his whole heart, and loved the same way. This is their story. And this is banaras. Galiyon ki, ghaton ki, diyon ki. Families ki jo ghar jaisi lagti hain. Prem ki jo pooja jaisa mehsoos hota hai. Par Banaras sirf aarti aur phool nahi hai. Yahan dariya bhi hai. Aur dariya kabhi kabhi sab baha le jaata hai. 🌷Prem laat series book #1

A Royal family renowned for their illustrious name and fame, A family full of pride and rage, A Family for which everyone bows their head - The Agnihotri's. This story is about boys who possess a unique blend of qualities - they are cold, rude, powerful, self-assured, confident, and charming. They have an undeniable allure, despite the devilish side they sometimes exhibit. Their faces radiate heavenly looks, yet their personality is made by the Devil. This combination of traits makes them fascinating and captivating to those around them, drawing them in with an irresistible force. The boys' personalities are complex and intriguing, offering a glimpse into the complexity of human nature. What if the lives of those boys intertwine with those of the girls who are brimming with passion? The ones who know how to put everything in its rightful place, and who refuse to bow their head to anyone. Who can predict the tale of these four couples, each distinct from the other?

Ishqa ve, chhaddeya tu kakkh da nayin saanu... . . . ANGEL RAI SINGHANIA - At just 16 years old, Angel Rai Singhania is the definition of extraordinary. A national skating champion, semi-classical dancer, singer, boxer, biker, and racer, she is a girl who refuses to be limited by expectations. Born into one of the most powerful and influential business families, she has grown up surrounded by luxury, adventure, success, and unconditional love. Yet despite her privileged life, Angel remains fiercely independent, fearless, and impossible to control. With her rare amber eyes, long curly brown hair, and lean muscular physique, she carries a charm that effortlessly draws attention wherever she goes. Loud, dramatic, stubborn, energetic, and endlessly talkative, Angel is a whirlwind of emotions and mischief. If chaos had a face, it would undoubtedly be hers. But there is one person who seems completely unaffected by her presence. Aryan Kotwal. Her neighbor. Her biggest academic rival. And now, much to her annoyance, her classmate. Angel cannot stand Aryan's calm, composed, and intimidating nature. While she thrives in noise and excitement, he prefers silence and discipline. While she acts first and thinks later, he calculates every move. Their personalities clash at every opportunity, turning every interaction into a battle of pride, arguments, and competition. They are complete opposites. She is chaos. He is silent. She is fire. He is control. And neither of them can tolerate the other. Or at least, that's what they believe. Because while Angel is busy trying to defeat Aryan in every possible way, she remains completely unaware of the truth that surrounds her life. A truth so important that her entire future depends on it. A secret carefully protected by everyone she loves-her family, her friends, and the people closest to her. Everyone knows. Everyone except Angel. WILL THEIR RIVALRY DESTROY THEM OR TURN HATRED INTO SOMETHING NEITHER OF THEM EXPECTED?

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚.... 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... ♡𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄♡ ******************** Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________ Dive into the story to know more ❤️✨. No cheating. No toxicity. No love triangles. Just a simple school love story filled with love, friendship, laughter, and moments that might bring back memories of your school days. 29/4/26 - [No. 1 on top 10 indian stories] 2/7/26 - [No. 7 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

⬩➤ 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

​"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦." "𝘖𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴?" ​─── ⋆⋅❀⋅⋆ ─── 𝐖𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣 𝐀𝐥𝐢 X 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐡 𝐘𝐚𝐡𝐲𝐚 He needs her like air, and she needs to get away from him to breath. He is cold, She is indifferent yet they both share a past which tenders their Heart. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • ​𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ​ • 𝐂𝐞𝐨 𝐗 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 ​ • 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 ​ • 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 ​ • 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ​ • 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 "𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘔𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠?" "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘯?!" ​─── ⋆⋅❀⋅⋆ ─── 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢 X 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦 He doesn't care, until it's too late to matter. She buries it in her, until its too deep to surface. Her fragile heart was deprived of love untill she fell for someone heartless. His stone was too heart to crack until it shattered seeing her break down. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • ​𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ​ • 𝐂e𝐨 𝐗 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 ​ • 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 ​ • 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ​ • 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐗 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ​ • 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 ​

Book 2 of THE DEADLY DEVOTION SERIES ────── ⋆✵⋆────── "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?" he asked in total shock and disbelief. She took a step forward, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 !!" ────── ⋆✵⋆────── 27×31 AAROHI × YAKSHIT

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content