𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺. ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚

In the blaze of revenge, in the fire of hate, a poetry is born that changes the verses of his life. Once ladened with darkness of lies, the light of truth illuminates his being but to his misfortune, it happens too late. So late that she has already been punished in the name of revenge. But is it truly a punishment or just a play of destiny to bring two lovers together? A battle started between two fathers but fought between their children. A story of revenge that takes an abrupt turn when love begins to blossom, but the truth still remains buried. And until this fog of lie lingers between them, their love will remain lost in the mist. When she doesn't know herself the reason of this revenge, how will she bring him out of the haze of misconception? When he is ardent to seek revenge, how will love simmer him down? A lie, a truth, a pain, a sorrow, a loss, a win, a blessing, a sin. A story of misunderstood revenge and a painful love, Dhundle Rang: The Haze of Love. When times tests you, then hold onto the poem of life because what conquers it all is love in the end.

Hone Laga Tumse Pyaar Mera Dil e Beqarar Ishq Ki Hadon Se Paar Hone Laga Hone Laga Beshumar Jane Kyun Tujhi Pe Yaar Khud Se Zyada Aitbaar Hone Laga Hone Laga Tumse Pyar About the Story Arishka is a sweet and elegant girl who believes in living a simple life and dreams of making her parents proud. Behind her calm personality, she also has a playful and confident side. Akarsh is a popular guy and head boy of school He is confident, caring, and protective. He never expected that one day someone would slowly become so important to him. As their school life continues with friends, laughter, teasing, jealousy, and emotional moments... Akarsh slowly realizes that what he feels for Arishka is more than just friendship. Sometimes love begins quietly... and before you even realize it- Hone Lga Tumse Pyar.

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy her brother is hunting. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't that blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Powerful female characters Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Male Leads Toxic Love Multi couple

In a school full of toppers, chaos, and dreams, four different love stories begin - messy, funny, emotional, and unforgettable. Because sometimes, the biggest lessons aren't taught in classrooms... but in the heart. #1 introduction #1 inspiredbyrealevents #1 top10inindia #1 desibook Under 30 in #Indian Under 40 in #India

A single mother and her daughter have always been enough for each other, until an unexpected man and his family walk into their lives. What begins as a simple arrangement soon blossoms into something deeper, bringing two families closer than they ever imagined. Between shared meals, endless laughter, unexpected bonds and a three-year-old bundle of mischief at the center of it all, old wounds begin to heal, new beginnings take shape, and ordinary days turn into unforgettable memories. And between this, they realise that love doesn't always arrive perfectly planned but it comes wrapped in little chaos, laughter, and moments you never saw coming. Because family isn't always about blood, it's about love, belonging and the beautiful little sweetness of finding a home in each other.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

"मैं परिंदा हूँ तू है सितारा मैं अपना आसमान चुनु तू अपना आसमानमैं" ｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ───────── ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡ 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 He is from Kashmir. Chaos is his mother tongue. He feels like warm Kashmiri chai on a freezing morning. Slow. Comforting. Deceptively strong. She is from Kanyakumari. Loud, expressive, dramatic in the best way possible. She smells like fresh mallipoo and chaos. Fire wrapped in bangles and sarcasm. When they meet, sparks do not fly. Storms do. ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ───────────── ꒰ა ☆ ໒ They argue about everything. Language. Food. Weather. Music. Who makes better chai. Who has better beaches. He calls her "too much." She calls him "too boring." He rolls his eyes. She rolls up her sleeves. Hair pulling. Endless roasting. Cold wars in the corridor. Unspoken concern hidden behind sarcastic comments. But somewhere between college corridors and cultural festivals, between snowfall stories and sunset confessions, something shifts. Because sometimes chaos needs calm. And sometimes calm needs a little chaos to feel alive. But destiny is stubborn. And love, even more so.

𝑲𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒊 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝑰𝒓𝒂 𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 the topper everyone admired. Perfect grades. Perfect image. Perfect life. At least that's what people thought. But behind those neat notes and calm expressions was a girl constantly fighting her own thoughts. ────୨ৎ──── Then there was 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 . Quiet. Reserved. Straightforward. A PCM student who never spoke more than necessary yet somehow understood silence better than words. .☘︎ ݁˖ And beside them were their best friends -𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍 , a girl full of chaos and emotions, and -𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓, the boy who dreamed of touching the sky one day as a jet pilot. Between practical files, school corridors, hidden feelings, stream pressure, and unspoken emotions, four students slowly discover that growing up is far more complicated than textbooks ever warned them about. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕. 💌🧸