𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything. cover credit: @mystwhizzpuzz on IG

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Jai Agnihotri (28) Our Handsome Cardiologist. Staying in his village running a clinic of his own, a well mannered and Educated Hottie of his Village. He who is so focused towards his work and is Pure Desi encounters with Vishakha Arora, (26) who is a psychiatrist, she wants to run away from her work place and have her own hospital to stay away from the hell. She loves her work but not her boss (female). She is Modern and want's a break from her job and she do gets it but to somewhere she isn't willing to go her Fathers Village. There she meets Jai in the most amazing way, which starts hatred/Fight among them. Will this hatred change into love? What will happen when Vish will go to stay up in a place where she doesn't want to go? You will get all the answers ! Open the book and fall into their world ! now jump out from Aarav, Varun, Rahul and Aryan's book for a while ! Give Chance to this Doctor now, maybe he can be your next favourite Lead (for girls) and for Boys maybe Vish the best lead 😉. (Chapter 60 of to make him smile have a glimpse of them (vish and Jai)) This book is my original work so any one who tries go copy any of my work, I will complain about copyright against him/her for stealing my work. Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! (Sorry for sounding rude but My work means a lot to me) #1 Rank - Indian #23 Rank - Hatelove #123 Rank - India #30 Rank - DoctorLove #15 Rank - Sensual #3 Rank Enemies to Lovers

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Ruhanika Malhotra has never believed in destiny-especially not the kind that wears expensive suits and answers to the name Aarav Singhania. Back in high school, Aarav was her personal nightmare: the cold, arrogant topper who spoke less, judged more, and somehow always ended up on her nerves. Ruhanika, loud, opinionated, and unapologetically fiery, made it her mission to hate him just as passionately as he ignored her. Years later, fate decides to laugh. Now Aarav Singhania is a powerful CEO with a perfectly controlled life, a sharp mind, and absolutely no time for chaos. And Ruhanika? She walks straight into his office as his secretary-armed with sarcasm, confidence, and a personality that refuses to be toned down. She talks too much. He speaks too little. She challenges every rule. He Is The rule. Their days are filled with verbal sparring, accidental proximity, and a past that keeps resurfacing when they least expect it. Every argument feels personal. Every silence feels loaded. And somewhere between heated debates, late-night work sessions, and stolen glances that last a second too long, something shifts. Aarav starts noticing the fire he once dismissed. Ruhanika starts seeing the man behind the cold exterior. What begins as irritation turns into tension. Tension turns into chemistry. And chemistry turns into something neither of them planned for. Because some soulmates don't meet with soft smiles and love at first sight. They meet with attitude, unfinished business, and a whole lot of banter. A rom-com enemies-to-lovers story about a cold boss, a fiery heroine, high-school grudges, office chaos, and a love that refuses to stay professional. Ⓒ︎𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

She left India with a dream. She didn't know she was carrying a promise with her. AADHYA SHARMA She has always fought for her future. Bold, ambitious, and academically brilliant, she earns a fully funded scholarship to LOMONOSOV MOSCOW STATE UNIVERSITY - her chance to escape a family that believes a girl's freedom can ruin reputations. But her victory comes with a condition: a promise to her father that could one day cost her everything. Russia is unfamiliar, cold, and unforgiving, so is ARSEN MIKHAIL VOLKOV Quiet, guarded, and impossible to read, Arsen is nothing like the people Aadhya is used to. Their first meetings are filled with sharp words, clashing opinions, and undeniable irritation. They argue. They disagree. They challenge each other at every step. What begins as pure annoyance slowly turns into something neither of them planned or wanted. Between academic pressure, cultural differences, unspoken pasts, and a promise hanging over Aadhya's head, emotions become dangerous territory. Especially when both of them have learned, in different ways, that love is never simple. Set in the heart of Moscow, this is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers story about ambition, resistance, unspoken feelings, and the fine line between control and surrender. Some promises are made to protect dreams. Others exist to destroy them. And neither of them is ready for what this one will cost. ~✿~ # BOOK 1 of series RED & SAFFRON NOTE - This story focuses on emotions, slow burn, and character depth. No explicit smut. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 - Wattpadindia (23-02-26) #1 - Romcom (25-02-26) #1 - Softromance (11-03-26)

[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....

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────