𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. At least, that's what the world was told. With no evidence, no suspects, and a case everyone seemed eager to close, Taranya was left with nothing but questions and a promise made to the family she buried. She would find the truth. No matter how deep she had to descend to reach it. Years later, the underworld knows her by only one name. 𝐀𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐓. But the closer Taranya gets to the truth behind what destroyed the Rahejas, the more one question refuses to leave her.. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭... 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?

✨ May I Come In, Sir? ✨ In Classroom, Her : May I come in? ❤️💐 In Bedroom, Him : May I Come in? 🌚🌝 💥 Arhaan Rajvansh - The Predator in a Suit Cold. Calculating. Crowned in vengeance. His silence is louder than a scream, his touch colder than betrayal. A man who doesn't chase love - he hunts, to ruin. And when he sets his eyes on a secret... nothing can stop him from uncovering it. 💫 Inayat Dixit - The Sunshine with a Storm Beneath Soft smiles. Gentle words. A heart that loves too deeply... and hides too much. But don't be fooled - beneath the laughter lies a fire that can burn down empires. She wasn't born to break hearts - she was born to survive. ❤️‍🔥 Their Dynamic • He pushes. She dares to stay. • He scares. She calms. • His world is revenge. Hers is hope. • He guards his demons. She brings out his humanity. The girl he wanted to destroy... Became the one thing he couldn't survive without. --- ⚡ A tale where obsession meets innocence... and secrets are deadlier than love. 📌 When destiny collides again and again... when two broken souls are forced into each other's worlds... what wins in the end? 🥀 Revenge... or Love? 🌙 Spicy Teaser: She was busy licking her ice cream, eyes sparkling, carefree. "Do you want to..?" she offered innocently. He smirked, voice dark with mischief. "I also want to lick, but not the ice cream, Sunshine." --- 🔞 A slow-burn, professor × student, age-gap romance tangled with hidden identities, bloodline revenge, and twisted intimacy. 👑 A dark game where every touch confuses, every truth destroys, and every kiss is a war. --- 💬 What do you think? When destiny keeps colliding... will Arhaan and Inayat write their story in blood... or in love? --- 💔 Enemy to Lovers | 🎓 Professor × Student | ⏳ 8-Year Age Gap | 🔥 Slow Burn Revenge Romance

Pia Bakshi woke up with blood on her sheets, panties on the floor and a missing bra hook that got broken in the process. The first time was already heavy for Pia. And to make it heavier, the guy she had it with, went missing right after. What will happen with Pia when this news of her first, gets viral, online. What will happen when this news gets tangled with a deadly terr'r blast, making it a national headline?

#Top2 in India : 6/1/26 #Top1 in India : 7/1/26 #Top5 in India: 11/1/26 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔: A 26-year old Professor, who is also a According to his students 'He is the most handsome man alive on the planet'. He is 6 '2 tall which makes him more attractive and handsome and not to forget his jet black eyes, perfectly gelled hair, light beard and especially his 8-pack body. He is the only son of a billionaire but nobody knows it. 𝗝𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗥𝗜: A 19-year old, mischievous girl whose laugh never left her face and just finished her schooling. She can laugh anywhere in any situation because of which she always gets into trouble. She is 5 '1, which is not too short. Okay, "her words" had grey eyes with short hair till her shoulder and had a zero figure. She is the only daughter of the Chief Minister of the state which know one knows except her bestfriends. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ To know more about them, Dive into the story. Suno itna tak padhe na.. toh phir aage padhne mein kya problem hai. Jao na please..*puppy eyes*

Lavanya was an ordinary college student from a middle-class family. Living alone in Bangalore, she found comfort in novels because reality had never given her the love and affection she longed for. Her favorite novel was The Possessive Rathores-the story of India's most powerful family, ruled by the feared and respected Vikram Rathore and his five extraordinary sons. Among all the characters, one stood out: Vanya Singh, the villainess everyone hated. But everything changes when a tragic accident ends Lavanya's life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside the very novel she loved-and in the body of Vanya Singh. The problem? Vanya is destined for a miserable ending. Determined to survive, Lavanya decides to avoid the Rathores and stay away from the story's main plot. But fate has other plans. As secrets of the Rathore Mansion begin to unfold, she discovers that the family she feared is nothing like the novel described. Can she change Vanya's destiny? Can she uncover the truth behind Vanya's past? And when the powerful Rathores begin to care for her, will she finally find the family and love she always wished for? A tale of family, secrets, healing, and second chances, where the villainess gets the opportunity to rewrite her own story. Note : It is not like other stories where she behaves defferently and gradually hero falls for her . No definitely not for more information read the story.

⭒❃.✮:▹"𝓞𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼."◃:✮.❃⭒ Shivendra Rathore, a 26-year-old man, has just returned to his birthplace in Rajasthan after living for years in Mumbai. Despite his family owning a large business corporation, Shivendra carved his own path, launching a successful company of his own. By the age of 25, he was crowned the undisputed king of the Indian mafia underworld. Aryavi, 23 year old girl, grew up in an orphanage alongside her younger sister. Without a surname, she remains no less remarkable. A radiant beam of sunshine yet cunning, Aryavi is fiercely protective of her sister, her only family. Now in her first year of LL.B. She dreams of becoming a criminal lawyer to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Yet she carries a secret, no one knows. Once inseparable childhood best friends, life's responsibilities pulled them apart. Shivendra chasing his ambitions in Mumbai and Aryavi staying in Delhi to continue her studies. Years later, fate brings them back to Rajasthan at the same time, but with an unexpected twist, they are bound by an arranged marriage. Once best friends, now strangers, the distance between them is wide but in that very strangeness, a pure and true love begins to blossom. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Their love was like infinity without beginning or end, endless and unchanging, a timeless force that no obstacle could diminish, forever binding their souls across time and space. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Tropes - CEO × Lawyer Middle Child × Eldest Child Mafia King × Secret Identity Arranged Marriage Childhood Sweethearts Royal Romance He Fell first and She Fell harder. Power Couple Energy Marriage of Convenience

♡•°~Healing Romance Shivika Bhardwaj made one mistake-she fell in love and got pregnant before marriage. Her family didn't forgive her... they threw her out like she never mattered. And then there's Rakshit Mahajan-an orphan who has everything money can buy... but not a single person to share his silence with. He feels deeply-pain, anger, sadness-but all he's ever shown is silence. He believed he was meant to live unloved, unseen, and alone. Two strangers. Two broken hearts. One quiet connection that changes everything. Story of second chance, unspoken love, and healing that begins in the most unexpected way. TROPES:- * Unexpected Marriage * Slow-burn * Pregnancy Before Marriage * Agegap * Second chance * Abandoned X Orphan * Classical Dancer X Businessman * Strong MMC * Happy Ending Read their story and see how healing found them.

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

One moment, the air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the roar of a collapsing empire. Princess Aradhyanshi had stood her ground, twin daggers flashing, until the cold bite of steel pierced her back-a traitor's gift. She had welcomed the darkness, expecting the silence of the ancestors. Instead, she woke up gasping for air, her lungs burning not with smoke, but with the frigid water of the modern world. The transition was a blur of neon lights and sterile hospital walls. She was no longer a commander of legions- she was Aaradhya Rathore, a girl whose life had been as quiet as a whisper until she "drowned." Aradhyanshi adapted with a warrior's precision. She learned to navigate the "glass bricks" they called phones and the strange, fast-moving carriages of the city. Some memories of her past life began to fray at the edges-but her instincts remained razor-sharp. She convinced herself this was a gift. A second chance to live without a blade at her throat. That delusion shattered on her first day at the elite Oberoi University. Vikramaditya...or ..Vikrant Oberoi? Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering a war drum against her ribs. She had traveled through time and death to escape her fate, only to find her greatest enemy waiting for her in the one place she thought she was safe. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, as if he had been counting the days until she arrived.