Aarohi Malhotra, a quiet BBA student with a strong dislike for Strategic Management, never imagined her peaceful routine would be shaken-until RJ Sir entered her life. Intense, unreadable, and hauntingly familiar, he wasn't just another professor. He was the key to a past she had locked away. This is a story of silent hearts, long-buried emotions, and a love that refuses to fade.

I asked the others to take his body to the hospital. They rushed the stretcher inside, and within seconds, doctors started gathering around me. Just then, he arrived my husband. His eyes scanned me from head to toe before he walked straight to me, held my hand, and said softly, "Are you okay? Let me check." I looked at him, then pointed towards the man lying motionless on the stretcher and said, "Mujhe woh zinda chahiye." He followed my gaze. As he raised his hand, his fingers brushed against my head wet with blood. His expression changed instantly. "Pehle tumhe zarurat hai," he said firmly. I lost control. I grabbed his collar and shouted, "Mujhe woh kisi bhi haal mein zinda chahiye!" He froze. For the first time ever, I saw anger in his eyes raw, sharp, unfamiliar. He had never looked at me like that before. He turned away and shouted, "Prepare for surgery!" He pulled my hand off his collar and walked away, his voice echoing down the corridor, "Dr. Ananya, examine SHO now." I glared at his back, my chest heaving. A doctor approached me immediately and gently guided me towards a cabin.

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

"Hearts in Training" - a world where discipline, dreams, and desire collide inside an IPS training academy. Alert : Mature content are their 18 + In the heart of the Himalayan Civil Academy, where discipline is the first rule and emotions are forbidden, love dares to bloom quietly between duty and dreams. Roshni Mishra, a 23-year-old UPSC topper with a heart full of light, steps into the academy as one of India's brightest future IPS officers. She believes kindness is the strongest power an officer can hold. But her ideals are soon tested when she meets Sameer Pandey, the academy's strict and emotionless training officer - a man who follows rules like they're sacred and hides a storm of pain behind his calm eyes. He doesn't believe in attachments. She believes emotions make a person human. In a world where failure means the end of a dream, Roshni's warmth begins to melt Sameer's walls - and what starts as conflict slowly turns into a connection neither of them expected. But when duty, heartbreak, and the shadows of the past collide, will they choose the nation... or their hearts? A tale of discipline, dreams, and a love that defied boundaries - Our Love, Our Nation is not just a story of officers in training; it's about learning what it truly means to serve, to feel, and to love against all odds. Tropes of story #AdultRomance #SpicyScenes #ThrillerVibes #WattpadIndia #DesiLoveStory #ForbiddenFeels #HighIntensityRomance #OurLoveStory #IPSOfficerLove #ReadersFamily # 1 in gun ( 1-12-25 )

#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

I entered my room, which was decorated with flowers. Today was my wedding night, and my bride was sitting there with her face covered by a long red veil. I adjusted my collar, closed the door, and said, "Rinki..." As soon as I said her name, she instantly lifted her veil. For a second, I got scared seeing her reaction. Then she said, "Aap mere pati ho? (You are my husband?)" I nodded slowly, and she said, "Haan toh aap pehle chal kar dikhaiye. (Then walk and show me first.)" I frowned in confusion, and she continued, "Aap chal kar aur hans kar dikhaiye. (Walk and smile for me.)" I slowly sat on the bed and asked, "Kya main pooch sakta hoon kyun? (Can I ask why?)" She looked at me and said, "........" For knowing more, read the story. I will not disappoint you. Welcome to my world 🌍. translation will be available . ⚠️ mature content will be their too thankyou for patience from you're Anamika 😊🦚🪻

Loud cheers can be heard in the stadium. Arin! Arin! Arin! And the batsman hits the ball towards long off and it went up, up, And up towards the stands And it's a six. The crowd erupted in joy. Yayyyyyyyyy!!! And it's a century for their favorite Arin! Arin Malhotra!. He took off his helmet, gloves and just raised his bat towards longoff's stand where A girl wearing his jersey and a hat is standing smiling so hard that her jaws may came out. For the world it might be just a normal celebration but only the two of them knew the reality and the world has just stopped for them. It's just their moment where he bowed down to his life, his talisman, his backbone. To know more join in, the Journey of Anara Singh a simple middle class girl who is in first year of her college and how she become the heart of The rising star of cricket world Arin Malhotra? How they cope up with media and people monitoring his every movement and him being the National crush? I am not very good at writing description so just dive in and I hope you like it! #2 in College on 2nd October #1 in India on 31st October #1 in collegeromance on 6th November #2 in student on 8th November #1 in cricketer on 20th November #1 in secret marriage on 20th November #1 in hidden marriage on 20th November #1 in secret relationship on 26th November #1 in sports on 18th/20th December #1 in relationship on 20th December #2 in billionaire on 10th, 11th,12th Jan 2026

She married a stranger to save her father. She walked into college to build her future. She never imagined both paths would collide. At just twenty, Aarohi Sharma is innocent, mischievous, and full of quiet dreams. An arranged marriage ties her life to a man she barely knows-Dr. Advay Sharma, a twenty-eight-year-old physics professor, calm, disciplined, and bound by rules. Their marriage is built on responsibility, not love... and a promise: No one will know they are married. But fate plays its own games.Because the man she calls husband at home is the same man she must call Sir in college. In the classroom, he is strict, unreadable, untouchable. And she? She is chaos. With innocent sarcasm, childish mischief, and a smile that tests his patience daily, Aarohi gets on Advay's nerves-knowing well that he can't say a word beyond being her professor. What starts as harmless teasing turns into a silent war of glances, restrained irritation, and emotions neither of them planned

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all. #indian 1 #romance 2

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Rhodes is a twenty-five-year-old single mom just trying to make her way through school and motherhood. Her two-year-old daughter, Hanna, is the light of her life but lately she's been yearning for more. Love, relief, adventure. These things seem to come to her in the form of Drew Vale, her new TA. She doesn't know much about Drew, but she knows he's even more than she bargained for. .ᐟ.ᐟ bdsm romance. contains mature themes such as bdsm, smut, foul language, smoking, alcohol, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, etc. this is an age gap story. if you are uncomfortable with any of this please refrain from reading. reader discretion is advised. minors are encouraged not to interact, but i'm not your mother so do what you will.