𑣲𝐀 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎𝙀: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Apne aap nu ki samajhde ne? Neta ne taan har thaan apni hi chalaunge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot naal, karlo aap vi," I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Mai edhar sovangi...hato." "Hata ke dikhao ji." Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡" he muttered.

[Punjab, 1998] ♡Scene 1♡ My heart immediately starts racing. Waheguru Ji... Then he starts walking toward me. Except... He isn't walking straight.He's walking in zigzags. Left.Right.Left.Right. Like a drunk goat searching for its owner. Before he can even reach the bed, his foot slips. He instantly grabs the bedpost and saves himself from falling. After staring at the bed for a full ten seconds as if it betrayed him, he finally settles beside me. "Meri sohni vohti...",he mumbles with the biggest grin possible. (My beautiful wife...) Slowly, he reaches for my veil. Unfortunately, his fingers completely miss it. On the second attempt, he grabs air. On the third attempt, he somehow manages to catch a corner. I blink. Eh banda theek vi aa? (Is this man even okay?) With his eyes half closed, he leans toward me. Clearly intending to kiss me.Panic takes over me. I immediately place both hands on his chest and shove him away. "Paran maar, marajaneaa!" (Move away, you crazy man!) The next second-THUD! He falls straight onto the floor.

The horrors of Amirthin, a middle class girl who lived peacfully with her family, best friend and lover. But than destiny changes. Aamirthini gets wed with a Rich Mafia Man. Her lover who suddenly disappears. Amirthini accepts her upcoming life . Not knowing she has to deal with the horrors she couldn't even imagine. Its about love,hate , and life. Some people recieves love while other send. How people who she thought were her best go against her and how she deals with all of them. Stay tuned.💗

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

#1 in jaat series An arranged marriage he belongs to a zamindar family who are rich among their whole area belonging to west up he have a big joint family he is a zamindar and the pradhan of the village "shambhugiri" btw he is 28 she belongs to a wealthy and joint family where she doesn't have any restrictions She can do whatever she wants but she dreams of being a housewife of a zamindar man who can just kiss the floor she walks on btw she's 25 give it a try

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-:Where Dark political aura clashes with Soft intellectual light:- Shia Sinha~ A PhD student in Delhi University, researching on a topic which she believed since she was a kid. Satisfying everyone's expectations took away her hope to fly like a free bird but still she dared to dream. She is a soulful, sweet and modern high profile student. Zaviyar Chaudhary~ Haryanvi politician, current CM of Haryana. Despise the theory of Love. He considers it a fatal flaw. Born into a political dynasty family he was raised to be a tough and cold man who holds power to control anything and everything. Just like his name he is unyielding, authoritative and grounded in the soil and politics of Haryana. But everything comes with a price, doesn't it? In the high-stakes world of Haryanvi politics, where power is currency, being "untouchable" by emotion makes him dangerous. If he is the storm then she is the hush that follows it. Some stories are written with blood and some are destroyed by Love. 📍NOT A FAN-FICTION

This story shows the obsession of two male best friends with two female lead best friends. But what happens when the female leads hate them and don't want to be a part of their dark world which includes blood, dead bodies and power. What if they become their Zid and janoon, how will they survive the world which they never wanted ?

A story that feels like a warm cup of tea on a rainy day. A woman wronged by the world, and the man who considers her his only world. Do Cup Chai follows Vaani, an Income Tax Officer sworn off marriage, tied in matrimony to a hardened Squadron Leader in the IAF. What begins as two names on a paper slowly transforms into mutual companionship, love, and most of all, respect. And yet, while Vaani was tempted to bridge the gap between them, Vihaan's walls made it impossible for him to be vulnerable. A story that moves, breaks, and heals at the same time. For readers who love soft, slow-burning romance, yearning, and finding love in the most unexpected yet beautiful gestures, this book is for you, and I would love it if you gave it a shot. #1 taxes (20/07/2026) #1 military (12/08/2026) #1 generalfiction (12/08/2026) #1 indianarmy (12/08/2026) #3 fighterpilot (20/07/2026) #3 indianairforce (20/07/2026) #3 corruption (02/08/2026) #4 slowromance (12/08/2026)

"He rules Bathinda like it's his personal kingdom. She's just a quiet girl from Meerut who doesn't even speak his language-let alone bow down to him." Basuri Gupta didn't expect much when she packed her bags in Meerut, cleared CUET, and moved halfway across the country to study at the Central University of Punjab. Staying at her father's old friend's house seemed safe enough. She liked her jeans, she kept her head down, and she spoke only when she had to. She certainly didn't plan on meeting him. Nihal Sandhu is everything Bathinda warns you about. Six-foot-two of unhinged, hot-tempered chaos, wrapped in crisp shirts, Nehru jackets, aviators, and a heavy gold kadha clinking against his wrist. He's the guy who drives a black Thar like he owns the pavement, smokes away his volatile patience, and rules a tight-knit circle of ruthless boys who don't answer to anyone. When Nihal's eyes first land on the quiet, unbothered girl staying at his best friend's house-a girl who looks right through his dark stares instead of trembling-it snaps something inside him. She thinks she can just fade into the background. He's about to make sure her whole world revolves around him. "Akhaan vich ankh paun ton dardi ae, par mere dil diyan saariyan chahbiyaan ehde kol ne... sach aakhda, eh Meerut aali kudi mera sab kujh lut ke le gayi ae." (Translation: She's scared to look me in the eyes, but she holds all the keys to my heart... honestly speaking, this girl from Meerut has looted and stolen my entire world.) A slow-burn, obsessive romance filled with cultural clashes, language barriers, quiet defiance, and a Jatt who doesn't know how to let go once he's hooked.