𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚, 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠🌙 𝗔𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿, The cricket prodigy. Composed chaos. Reckless genius. Adored, envied, untouchable. And 𝗔𝗻𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗸𝗮 𝗔𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮, The girl who believed in words more than miracles. A Mass Media student who never feared a story, but somehow, he became the one story she couldn't write without breaking. He spoke through 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. She spoke through 𝒊𝒏𝒌. He chased 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. She chased 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔. He didn't like 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅. She couldn't stop 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Every encounter ~ 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. Every argument ~ 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. But beneath the chaos, something shifted. He hated 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. She hated 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. Yet when she looked at him, she saw the cracks beneath the crown. And when he looked at her, he saw the calm he'd been running from. He was the boy who feared being left. She was the girl who feared staying. And somehow, they built a home in the space between. Destiny tried to draw their lines apart, they rewrote the map 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. She thought she was documenting 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆. He made her part of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩.

Maya Khanna runs PR for the Indian cricket team she controls every headline, every scandal, every carefully worded apology. What she can't control is the one secret bigger than all of them combined: she's been married to Team India's captain, Rudra Khanna, for three years. Not one person on the roster knows. And theirs isn't the only love story unfolding beneath the stadium lights. Rudra × Maya Captain × PR Head | Enemies to Lovers | Secret Marriage | secret marriage| Power Couple| she fell first he fell harder| Ishaan × Mahi Cricketer × Writer | broken guy x soft girl | Unexpected Love | Healing Through Love | Slow Burn Arhaan × Zara Cricketer × Manager | Workplace Romance | grumpy × Sunshine | Chaos × Patience | Slow Burn Kabir × Anya Cricketer × Sports Journalist | Enemies with benifits | hate to love | Bickering | Rivals | Slow Burn Four cricketers. Four women whose lives collide with theirs. Between packed stadiums, impossible schedules, friendships that feel like family, secrets that can't stay hidden forever, and love found in the most unexpected places some stories are written under stadium lights. Give it a try and I assure you .. you will love it <3 Enjoy ~ 🧋🫧🌷

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"Even the stars envied how much I love you." People didn't just listen to Siara Sharma's voice-they worshipped it. And people didn't just hear Arjun Agarwal's lyrics-they felt them in their bones. Siara was born for the spotlight. Arjun lived in the shadows of his own words. Together, they were unstoppable. A superstar and her writer. A flame and her anchor. A love story played out in front of millions of screaming fans. They thought their music would protect them from the world. But as their star rises, the line between performance and reality begins to blur, proving that the most intense passions are always the most dangerous to keep. Sometimes, the most powerful song is the one nobody has heard yet.

​"You think you can use my name to trend on the internet, Mehra? How much did my rivals pay you for that photo?" ​"I have millions of followers who actually like me, Yıldırım. Trust me, your arrogant face is bad for my aesthetic. Goodbye." [User has blocked you.]

Enemies to lovers Faiza Ahmed and Yusuf Qureshi hate each other... at least that's what they tell the world. She calls him arrogant. He calls her stubborn. But their eyes tell a different story fire, tension, and a pull neither of them can escape. Yusuf is possessive without apology. Faiza is brave enough to fight him... and weak enough to feel him. They don't fit together. But they can't stay apart. And while their storm rages, in the background stand Amaan and Bushra the second leads who love quietly. Amaan watches everything with a teasing smile, but his heart is softer than he shows. Bushra understands everyone's pain but hides her own too well. Four hearts. Two love stories one loud, one silent. One built on obsession, the other on patience. Some are meant to burn. Some are meant to heal. And destiny... is not asking anyone for permission.

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.

"𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈... 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐉𝐈" SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET ON HIS KNEES... The rain hasn't stopped. But people did. Ganga ghat pe aarti abhi khatm hui thi. Hawa tez thi. The diyas flickered. Rain started. soft at first, then heavier. People grabbed their dupattas, rushed up the ghat steps. "Humare liye prem hi pooja hai. Aur pooja hi prem" she cut him off mid sentence "Toh kariye humari pooja" And he did. Woh uske samne sar jhuka ke baith gaya... "Aaj se Kartavya Rajpurohit aapke hua, kashi ji." Aaj se kartavya Rajpurohit aapke huye... "Hum nahi jaante prem kaise hota hai. Par jo bhi hai. woh aap hi ho." I don't know what love is supposed to feel like. I never did. But I know that before you, mornings were just mornings. Now they're the time I wonder if you slept well. I know that when you laugh I forget what I was doing. I know that when you're upset something in my chest pulls, like it's mine to fix, like it was always mine to fix. I have never fought for anything in my life. Never raised my voice. Never asked for anything. But for you I would learn. For you I would show up at every ghat, every lane, every place you've ever been, just to be where you are. I don't know what to do with this feeling. It's too big and I'm not a big person. But it's yours. All of it. Whatever this is, it's yours. Kashi Zaveri : who loved loudly, never knowing someone was just as gone for her. Kartavya Rajpurohit : who prayed with his whole heart, and loved the same way. This is their story. And this is banaras. Galiyon ki, ghaton ki, diyon ki. Families ki jo ghar jaisi lagti hain. Prem jo ki pooja jaisa mehsoos hota hai. Par Banaras sirf aarti aur phool nahi hai. Yahan dariya bhi hai. Aur dariya kabhi kabhi sab baha le jaata hai. 🌷Prem laat series book #1

Some people ruin your life by leaving. Others do it by staying. Slowly. Silently. Irreversibly.

🔥 ~ Here queens don't wait for history. THEY MAKE IT. ~ • This story is about QUEENS • Yes, kings fought battles, conquered kingdoms, and bled for their thrones. History remembers them. But what about the QUEENS? •Did they not fight? •Did they not lose? •Did they not sacrifice? •Did they not rule? The answer is SHAKTI. They did everything. They lost everything. They sacrificed everything. And most of all.... THEY FOUGHT FOR THEMSELVES. In the game of legacies, kings made history. QUEENS BECAME IT. Behind silk veils were daggers. Behind gentle smiles were wars. Some queens burned kingdoms to save their children. Some burned themselves to save their pride. Some ruled with love. Some ruled with poison. EVERY QUEEN IS A STORM. EVERY LEGACY HAS A PRICE. This is not the history they taught you. This is Shakti : The power they tried to bury. "Welcome to the game where crowns are not inherited. They are conquered." SHAKTI : The Game of Lagecies 🔥 ---