Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Story of the shattered souls who found their solace in the arms of the love which healed their deepest wounds 💌 insta id: lavender_writes07 © All Rights Reserved

Divya Patel, the top writer. An introvert, stubborn to solve a mystery. After losing her maternal uncle who was murdered she gets into a contract marriage with the man arranged by their families only with the purpose to find out the culprit. Both of them met coincidentally before and ended up hating each other. She thinks he is just a spoiled brat. What will happen when Anant Desai, a top singer of India gets to know that one of his family members did that? What If they fell in love eventually in the process? What will happen if he helps her to find out the murderer? Or ia he going to trick her? She is cold as ice and his anger is as fire but will the ice melt with the warmth of his fire? Will they be able to accept each other after all this ?

#1 in #onesidedlove on 10/02/2026 She loved him... He left... Six years later, he came back... when she was no longer his to choose. ------------ "I-I... I like you. Actually... no, I mean, I love you, Kabir." "Ish... you... you thought of me that way?" he asked, guilt flickering in his eyes. Tears welled up in hers at his tone, but before she could speak, Kabir exhaled heavily. "Ish, I don't want to hurt you... but I don't have time for love right now. I'm going to London. For me, career comes first... I need to make something of myself." Ishika's heart shattered. He was excited, his eyes glowing as he spoke about his future... but every word pierced her deeper.

In my heart , You are my heartbeat❤️ In my mind, You are my thoughts 💭 In my life, You are the reason ✨ Indian Marriage story based on a typical family . Advik Singh Chauhan × Aaradhya Maheswari Show some support guys ✨🙂i know it is a new story but it is worth giving it a chance ☺️ #2 - Love at first sight on 27 July 2026 #3 - Family on 3 September 2026

RUDRA × ISHITA Two empires.Two hearts.One forbidden storm. Ishita Jain - A clumsy, extroverted and ambitious Ceo who has no time for love. Rudra Singh Rathore - A ruthless businessman and secret mafia who doesn't believe in it . She's sunshine. He's thunder. She's his sister-in-law's best friend. He's the one man she was never supposed to fall for. But love isn't a deal- it's a war. And when secrets, stalkers and shadows of the past threaten everything they've built.... Will their devotion survive the storm ? Welcome to a tale of love,drama, danger and rain soaked promises. Tropes: Billionaire Romance Ceo×Ceo Mafia×Biker Obsessive ml× Possesive fl Introvert×Extrovert Age gap Romcom Enemies to lovers Eldest son×Eldest daughter

"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

Sia Sinha had always lived quietly, gentle, reserved, and unnoticed in any social gathering. Aahanvir Singh Rathore, the heir to the Rathore Empire contrast, was everything she was not: wealthy, proud, and cold, his heart hardened by betrayal years earlier. Though their families were bound by long friendship, Aahanvir had never hidden his disdain for Sia, and she had never expected anything from him. All eyes, instead, were on Pankhuri Singhania, the beautiful, lively youngest and outgoing daughter of the Singhanias. When Aahanvir's marriage was arranged with her, it seemed a perfect match, one that would strengthen both family ties and business empires. But on the day of the wedding, Pankhuri chose love over duty and ran away, leaving behind scandal and broken pride. In that single moment, Sia's life was transformed. To preserve honor, she was thrust into the place Pankhuri abandoned-married to a man who despised her. For Sia, it was the end of her quiet world, For Aahanvir, another cruel twist of fate. Thus their story began.....a marriage forged in resentment, bound by duty, and destined to test both hearts in ways neither imagined. Most Impressive Ranking 🏅. #Top 1 in arrogant CEO (9/10/25). #Top 1 in shy heroine (9/10/25). #Top 2 in contemporary fiction (9/10/25). #Top 3 in forbidden love (9/10/25). #Top 3 in upper class (9/10/25). #Top 4 in wealth and power (9/10/25). #Top 4 in wattpad Indian (9/10/25). #Top 1 in emotional (26/10/25) #Top 1 in Wattpad Indian (1/11/25) #Top 2 in heartbreak (1/11/25) #Top 2 in unrequited love (6/11/25)

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)