​[He protects the President. She can't even protect her ID card.] ​Major Siddharth Shergill is the President's Aide-de-Camp. A former Para SF operative, he is a fortress of silence, discipline, and lethal precision. To him, chaos is a threat, and emotions are a liability. ​Shreya Verma is a walking system error. A genius cyber-security expert who runs on caffeine and panic, she can crack a firewall in seconds but trips over her own feet daily. ​When Shreya hacks a secure "Service Gate" to sneak into the President's estate for her graduation, she expects a shortcut. Instead, she runs straight into a wall. A six-foot-two, armed, and unamused wall named Major Siddharth. ​He thinks she's an assassin. She thinks he's a statue. ​But when a hidden digital threat targets the President, the Iron Wall and the Glitch are forced to work together. Siddharth must keep her alive, and Shreya must keep him sane. ​The only problem? She is the one security risk he never saw coming. ​⚠️ TROPES: 🇮🇳 Bodyguard x Hacker 🔥 Grumpy Major x Sunshine Genius 🏛️ Political Thriller 🚫 Forced Proximity 📏 Size Difference (He's huge, she's tiny) DISCLAIMER: The Major's Security Risk is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The technical data, military protocols, and engineering concepts described-are for narrative and entertainment purposes only and do not reflect real-world classified information or actual procedures.

╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐑𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 ִֶָ☾. 𝐑𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧: 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐡 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧? 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚: [𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬] 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐨, 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚.... 𝐑𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧: 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚? 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚: 𝐌𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞? 𝐌𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐏𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢. ╰┈➤ִֶָ☾. "In a world where loyalty is paramount and deception is a way of life, Meera, a skilled Indian spy, is planted in the heart of Pakistan's military establishment through her marriage to Ryyan, a charismatic officer. As she navigates the complex web of espionage, Meera's duty clashes with her growing feelings for Ryyan, forcing her to confront the true cost of her mission. Torn between loyalty to her country and the love she's developed for her husband, Meera must make impossible choices that will determine the fate of nations and her own heart. Will love prevail, or will duty be Meera's ultimate choice making the love downfall?" Dive into this gripping tale of espionage, loyalty, and forbidden love

Vaani knew what it meant to give your all without expecting anything else in return; it had been her life. She blended into the background, her voice and feelings overlooked as everyone around her took advantage of her kindness. Five years had passed since a man shattered her dreams on what should have been her wedding day, and countless prospective grooms had faced her refusal. Now, she found herself married to Vihaan, a man she barely knew, bound by a piece of paper that felt more like an obligation than a union. Vihaan, a stoic soldier dedicated to the Indian Air Force, built emotional walls to shield himself from chaos. Signing those papers on his grandmother's behest had been a road he had sworn he would never take. As they navigated their unexpected marriage, silence filled the space between them. Vaani's need for independence and Vihaan's palpable detachability made little room for anything else. And yet, while Vaani's heart sometimes tempted fate, Vihaan's walls made it impossible for him to be vulnerable. Could they learn to break down the barriers that held them apart, or would their differences keep them forever entwined in silence?

In the world of uniforms, every step is measured, every command precise. But some moments... are never part of the drill. On her way to the SSB, Rukshara only carried one dream-to earn the olive green one day. She didn't expect an accidental encounter with Captain Rudra Pratap Singh Rathore, a man whose silence carried more weight than words. Between discipline and destiny, salutes and stolen glances, she learns that not every lesson is taught on the parade ground... some are written in the heart, in an unwritten drill of their own.

She likes cappuccinos. He likes chai in steel tumblers. She knows hospital corridors. He knows mountain trails. Adrija Pandey has spent her whole life in Dehradun - surrounded by city chaos and the comfort of knowing every street by heart. She's a doctor, certain her love story will be nothing like the small-town romances her mother keeps hinting at. Agastya Joshi is an Indian Army officer from the quiet hills of Almora - the kind of man who can fix a roof in the rain, find the sweetest kaafal on the slopes, and loves to sleep under a sky full of stars. He's as theth pahadi as they come... and the last person Adrija expects to be paired with for an arranged marriage. But when two worlds - lattes and laaltains , collide and sparks fly in the most unexpected ways. Between misunderstandings, stolen glances, family drama, and the unmistakable charm of the mountains, Adrija begins to wonder... Maybe love isn't about where you're from. Maybe it's about where you're meant to belong. Now, between lattes and laaltains, Adrija must figure out if opposites just clash... or if they fall in love. "You belong in the city, Adrija." "Then why do the mountains feel like home... when you're there?" *********************************************** "So... where do we fit? In your city cafes or my mountain nights?" "Somewhere in between, Agastya...𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨."

NOT ALL ARMY TALES ARE SAD! "𝗘𝗸 𝗻𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗻, 𝘄𝗼𝗵 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗴 𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗹 𝗸𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶." Army Man ✓ Adventure ✓ Banters ✓ Strong FL ✓ Realistic Yet Cliche moments ✓ Happy Ending ✓ When strict Army officer Samay Wadhwa meets vivacious interior designer Sunaina Rao, sparks ignite instantly-but not the romantic kind. What a saga, full of investigations, banter, and unexpected emotions. As Samay's world of order collides with Sunaina's artistic chaos, will their hearts solve the puzzle neither of them saw coming? Tropes : Slow Burn Romance Age Gap Man in Uniform Military Romance Grumpy x Sunshine Army x Interior Designer Opposite Attract Adopted Child Royal Family Roots Emotional Start : 26/11/2024 Completed : 26/01/2025

"Oye captain saahab!" She shouted like everytime, but this time, he didn't answer. ■ ♡ ■ Premier published: May 12 2025

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ❝ मुश्किलों में ये डाले, जो भी चाहे करा ले बदले ये दिलों के फैसले... ❞ ❝ मन का मौजी इश्क तो जी, अलबेली सी राहों पे ले चले... ❞ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school...and each other. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ₊˚⊹♡⊹˚₊ Some of them grew up with salutes, posting orders, and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some are chasing stars they haven't earned yet and Some have spent years dreaming of uniforms that still don't belong to them. And all of them are slowly discovering that love has terrible timing. ⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆ Protective best friends. Overprotective brothers. Teasing siblings. Ridiculous dares. Accidental hand-holds. The one who falls first. The one who falls harder. And the one who swears they aren't in love while being painfully, hopelessly obvious. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ Because clearing exams is hard. Clearing NDA is harder. But surviving high school while pretending you don't love someone? That might just be the toughest battle of all. ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ ₊˚⊹⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ A story about dreams. About friends

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠; ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠? _________________________________________ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞...?" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. "𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞d.