Noori (full of light, my light) He came into her life as a shred of hope and light when everything around her was catastrophic taking her with it, destroying her in the process. ***** Mihika Singh Raizada had lost everything in just one night, she was married to her best friend, the love of her life, and he was taken away by the cruel faith leaving her with misery, tears in her eyes, pain in her heart, and void in her soul. She couldn't bring herself to forget everything just then Viraj Rathore enters her life, name everyone feared in the whole Rajasthan, he was the rich, arrogant, cocky man who didn't get everything by just sitting and looking pretty he earned it and if anyone tries to take what is his away from him, has fo face his fury. But what she didn't know that he will become the light and hope she was praying for in her darkness.

Police officer × journalist English translated story Adithya Dev, a tough, no-nonsense police inspector with a haunted past, lives by rules and silence. Sindhu Bhairavi, a bold and spirited journalist, lives by heart and chaos. She's fallen for him since the day she saw him he doesn't even know she exists. As fate pulls them together through crimes, conflicts, and unexpected emotions, will Sindhu win his guarded heart? She loves him like a storm; he avoids love like a plague. Can her heart melt the walls he's built for years? get into the story to know !!!

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 #singlefather 3 #singleparent 3 #1 indian #5 India #3 romcom #4 Romance #romance 4

She was bound by celestial law. He was ready to break every law for her. Ruhika Sinha was never meant to love a human. As the Crown Fairy blessed by the Seven Realms, her duty was clear-she was sent to save humanity from an impending darkness. She was untouchable, unreachable, and utterly forbidden. But then came Ruanth Malhotra-a man who bowed to no one, a ruler in his own right. Feared, ruthless, and dangerously obsessive, he had built an empire with his bare hands, bending the world to his will. And then he saw her-mysterious, untamed, a woman who defied him in ways no one ever dared. She became his obsession. He became her undoing. She was bound by duty. He was bound by nothing. As desire wars with destiny and their worlds collide, one question remains-will they defy fate, or will their forbidden love tear them apart?

Living a life with loving parents, annoying siblings, a good education, and a perfectly normal purpose in life, she thought she had everything she could ever ask for. A girl blessed with beauty, grace, kindness, and everything most people spent their lives wishing for. She thought she was ordinary. She thought she was living a happy, normal life. She was wrong. Because she was not who she believed herself to be. And the people searching for her were not ordinary either. She thought the biggest complication in her life was the young Chief Minister of her state slowly falling in love with her. She thought that was fate. She thought that was the story. But little did she know that somewhere far away, there was a man waiting for her. Yearning for her. Counting the days, months, and years. A man who had spent almost his entire life searching for something he could never forget. She didn't know that someone had already gone mad over her. Not for weeks. Not for months. Not even for years. But for almost as long as she had existed. And when the truth finally comes to light, Siya Sharma will learn that some stories do not begin when two people meet. Some stories begin long before either of them are born. For nineteen years, he lived with only one thing in his heart. Her. Not because he couldn't have her. Not because she does not belonged to him. But because he knew. He knew how soft she was. How naïve. How easily the world would break someone like her. So he waited. And waited. And waited. Nineteen years of patience. Nineteen years of distance. Nineteen years of watching from the shadows. Until one day... His patience finally broke. Someone else had been waiting for nineteen years to become a part of it. The frightening part? She doesn't even know his name yet.

"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they mket. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?

Rabiya's world revolves around her husband, Mudassir, and the love they share. With Sarbuland, Mudassir's loyal best friend, always standing by their side, life seems perfect and complete. But when a tragic event turns their lives upside down, Rabiya finds herself trapped between grief, loyalty, and the secrets left behind. Filled with love, heartbreak, sacrifice, friendship, family bonds, emotional moments, and unexpected twists, this story follows a journey where fate binds hearts together with invisible zanjeerain that neither time nor distance can break. Will Rabiya be able to overcome the pain of her past? What secrets did Mudassir leave behind? And what role will Sarbuland play in her life when everything begins to fall apart? This story is inspired by the Pakistani drama Zanjeerain. I hope you all enjoy this story. Don't forget to vote, comment, and share your thoughts after every chapter. Your reviews and support mean a lot to me and motivate me to keep writing. Happy reading! ❤️✨

They grew up under the same roof, shared the same name, called the same people "Mom" and "Dad." They were never supposed to fall in love. But some feelings don't ask for permission. For seventeen years, Kenver buried the truth, hiding it behind distance, silence, and cold indifference. Until one moment shattered everything. Now, secrets are out, hearts are exposed, and the line between right and wrong has been crossed beyond return. Alora is left with an impossible choice: protect the family that gave her everything or choose the one person she was never meant to love. Because love like this? It doesn't fade. It doesn't wait. And it definitely doesn't forgive.

Book 3 of Rage & Retribution Series Abhimaan X Ahana . . Abhimaan Oberoi, CEO of Oberoi Group of Industries, a ruthless businessman with dark secrets. He's heartless-except when it comes to his own family. Reputation, money, and power are all he cares about, and for them, he can destroy anyone. His life was perfect until he crossed paths with Ahana, who turned it upside down. Ahana Khanna, one of New York's top event planners and the apple of her family's eye. A sunshine girl who once believed in love, fairytales, and happy endings-until she lost her own love. Her dreams shattered, leaving behind only memories and pain. But what happens when that same sunshine girl decides to take revenge? What happens when Ahana sets out to ruin the devil, Abhimaan? She forced him into marriage... but was he really forced? In her hunger for revenge, how will she destroy him when her own heart begins to betray her? She falls for him-and now she wants to run. But how will she escape when she's become the devil's ruthless obsession?

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)