First book of "The Fate & Folly" SERIES #1- #Wattpad (05-09-2026) #1- Punjab #1- Cute #1- Meerut #1- Haryana #1-Introverti #1- Politics #1- Jatt Basuri Gupta is a quiet B.Sc. student from Meerut who comes to Bathinda to study, expecting nothing more than a new city, new people, and a degree to take back home. Nihal Sandhu is the college Union President-powerful, respected, hot-headed, and used to having people listen when he speaks. She has no interest in getting involved with him. He has no intention of staying away from her. But when a girl who wants nothing to do with the college's most influential man somehow becomes the one person he can't seem to ignore, things begin to change. Why does Nihal care so much about a girl who barely gives him a second glance? Why does Basuri, despite knowing exactly what kind of man he is, slowly become the only person who can calm him? And when their worlds collide outside the college gates, will what started between them remain just a college story-or become something neither of them can walk away from? Sometimes, you don't fall in love with someone. You simply find yourself unable to imagine life without them.

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India 4 july 2026 :- top 6 from top 10 5 July 2026 :- top 8 from top 10 17 july 2026 top 10 from to 10 ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

♡︎ 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 1 ♡︎ ༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻ 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑳 !!! 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕... 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔... 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆- 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏... 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆? 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘... ________________________________ 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆... 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏... 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒉. ________________________________ ☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 980 𝑨.𝑫.? ☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅? ☆ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌? ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

⊹₊⋆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.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.