⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝓢𝓪𝓪𝓻𝓲 𝓭𝓾𝓷𝓲𝔂𝓪 𝓼𝓮 𝓳𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓲 𝓪𝓪𝔂𝓲 𝓱𝓾 𝓲𝓭𝓱𝓪𝓻... 𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲 𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓻𝓲... 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝔂𝓪 𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓻... 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 Advait Singh Rathore. At twenty-four, he is everything the world respects- disciplined, brilliant... untouchable. A Secret Agent who doesn't just solve cases- he plays with them. He smiles easily. Laughs like nothing ever touched him. Sunshine in human form. But chaos? It lives in his bones. Because behind that charm... is a man who knows exactly when to strike- and how to burn everything down. Hiding a dreadful past, all he ever wanted- was peace. ❥ Niharika Pratap Rajput. Princess of Udaipur. Thirty-two. Elegance wrapped in authority. Terror wrapped in silk. To the world, a businesswoman. To the underworld- The Black Mask. Ruthless. Calculated. Untouchable. Power is her truth. Control is her language. Until... him. She doesn't fall in love. She fixates. She claims. She owns. And she wants Advait Singh Rathore. But he refuses. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞." For the first time- something slips out of her control. And that becomes obsession. Where she is silence, he is calm before destruction. She breaks people-he dismantles them with a smile. She is danger wrapped in obsession. He is pain disguised as chaos. And somewhere between resistance and ruin... something shifts. "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞..." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞.." For the first time, The Black Mask risks everything- her empire, her power, her control- for a man who wants nothing to do with her world. But love like this was never meant to survive.

Aayat Kapoor is a grumpy, sharp-tongued woman who dislikes almost everyone and prefers staying out of people's business. But when her property is suddenly questioned despite all official approvals being in place, she refuses to stay silent. Instead of running around offices or waiting for paperwork to clear, she walks straight into the Chief Minister's office in Mumbai to demand answers herself. That decision changes everything. Mihir Raghuvanshi, the powerful and feared Chief Minister of Maharashtra, is known for his strict control, cold demeanor, and zero tolerance for chaos. He expects respect, not confrontation. But Aayat doesn't care who he is, she speaks to him the same way she would speak to anyone trying to dismiss her rights. What starts as a heated confrontation quickly turns into an unexpected situation neither of them anticipates. Political pressure, public perception, and a sudden twist of circumstances force them into a contract marriage meant to solve a short-term crisis and protect both their interests. Aayat agrees reluctantly, she has no trust in people, and definitely no interest in love. Mihir agrees for reasons of his own, keeping his emotions locked away behind discipline and power. But living under the same roof changes things. Aayat, who thought she was done with life's complications, slowly begins to see a different side of Mihir, someone who is unexpectedly calm with her, protective in quiet ways, and strangely attentive. Mihir, who has always kept people at a distance, finds himself drawn to her honesty, her temper, and the way she refuses to be intimidated by him. Still, the contract has an expiration date. And both of them know it. The real question becomes not how they agreed to it, but whether something real can grow inside something that was never meant to last. Or whether duty, power, and circumstance will eventually force them apart. To know what happens read the story.

"𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟........𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑." 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑 - a fragile yet resilient girl, hidden beneath the shadows of neglect and heartbreak. A girl who spent her entire life being unwanted in her own home. Love was never written in her destiny... until one unexpected night changed everything. 𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the ruthless CEO worshipped by the business world and feared for his cold heart. Powerful, untouchable, and dangerously possessive. A man who never believed in love... until his eyes landed on the quiet girl sitting as his replacement bride. One glance was enough. One moment was enough. And suddenly, she was no longer just a responsibility - she became his obsession. But can a broken girl trust a man whose love burns too intensely? Can Shivani survive the storm hidden behind Ahaan's calm brown eyes? And how far will Ahaan go to protect the woman he fell for at first sight? Because some love stories begin with destiny... But theirs began with replacement, obsession, and a promise that even fate wouldn't dare to break.

THRONE OF WIVES DUOLOGY | DUET #1 ❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝐐𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚...... 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝟷 𝓸𝒇 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ BOUND BY VENGEANCE, IGNITED BY LOVE This is the story of the descendants of the Chandravansh and their heirs! Moksh, who believes that death is the ultimate release, Drishya, whose mere gaze leaves people wounded, Samarthya, who annihilates enemies with his strength, and Love, who girls desire but lives in a world of his own. In their lives, words like love and romance don't exist. These four are the epitome of destruction, each living for one purpose-revenge. However, a twist of fate brings them face to face with love. Their love stories unfold in unexpected ways-some trapped by deception, some by force, some by deal, and some due to a single night's mistake. Who are these four innocent souls whose lives get entangled with four fireballs of destruction? Will they manage to save themselves? Or will they fall into a world where love is a forbidden word? Can they fill the hearts of these four brothers with Ishq-e-Ibadat? Or will they lose the very essence of love forever? Discover this intense journey of passion, revenge, and love, where hearts battle against fate and the definition of love is rewritten.

✨🕊️ Every evening, Ruhi stood in her balcony with a cup of coffee and thoughts she never really shared with anyone. And every day, Aarish chose the same road... slowing down his bicycle just enough to look at her for a few extra seconds. The first time he saw her, something shifted. Maybe it was the way she looked lost in her own world. Maybe it was the quiet sadness behind her smile. Or maybe Aarish was doomed from the very beginning. 😭✨ Both were JEE aspirants - surviving on caffeine, academic pressure, and unstable sleep schedules. But while everyone else struggled to understand physics, Aarish was the kind of guy who explained concepts better than actual teachers. Calm voice. Endless patience. Smart without showing off. The type of person who made difficult things feel easy. Ruhi, meanwhile, was sarcastic, emotionally complicated, and one minor inconvenience away from imagining herself in a full Bollywood heartbreak montage. Between test series, late-night doubts, shared notes, silent support, and conversations that somehow lasted longer than intended... they slowly became each other's comfort place. No dramatic confessions. No instant love story. Just soft moments, stolen glances, hidden feelings, and a boy who fell first the moment he saw her. ✦ JEE aspirant × JEE aspirant ✦ He fell first at first sight ✦ The boy who teaches better than teachers ✦ Slow burn romance ✦ Balcony × cycle trope ✦ Emotional comfort trope ✦ "Did you eat?" = love language ✦ Friends to "wait... what are we?" ✦ Filmy moments + sarcastic flirting ✦ Two exhausted students accidentally falling in love 😭 And before you all get attached and start preparing heartbreak playlists - YES. This story has a happy ending. 🕊️✨ Because after everything life puts them through... they deserve one.

This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

​"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦." "𝘖𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴?" ​─── ⋆⋅❀⋅⋆ ─── 𝐖𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣 𝐀𝐥𝐢 X 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐡 𝐘𝐚𝐡𝐲𝐚 He needs her like air, and she needs to get away from him to breath. He is cold, She is indifferent yet they both share a past which tenders their Heart. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • ​𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ​ • 𝐂𝐞𝐨 𝐗 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 ​ • 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 ​ • 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 ​ • 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ​ • 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 "𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘔𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠?" "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘯?!" ​─── ⋆⋅❀⋅⋆ ─── 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢 X 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦 He doesn't care, until it's too late to matter. She buries it in her, until its too deep to surface. Her fragile heart was deprived of love untill she fell for someone heartless. His stoned heart was too hard to crack until it shattered seeing her break down. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • ​𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ​ • 𝐂e𝐨 𝐗 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 ​ • 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 ​ • 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ​ • 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐗 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ​ • 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 ​

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,