TOP 3 = 25 APRIL 2026 Top 2 - 23 may 26 Top 5 - 24 may 26 Top1- 25may 26 Top 3 27 may Top9- 29 may In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask-it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce girl with a haunting past, never imagined her life would collide with royalty. But when fate pushes her into the powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her there... It's replacement. The alliance was meant for Tanisha. Aaradhana was never the chosen bride-only the forced one. She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But royal decisions come with a price... and she is the one who has to pay it. Bound in a marriage of obligation, Aaradhana finds herself trapped between rigid traditions, hidden truths, and a husband-Yuvraj Singh Rathore-who never wanted a wife to begin with. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. Yet beneath the silence... lies a storm neither of them is ready to face. Because sometimes, the heart that feels nothing... ends up needing the one it never chose. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Can a marriage built on compulsion turn into something real? When power, pride, and passion collide... one woman will rewrite her destiny. She wasn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement. 👑🔥 (Completed)

Enemies at the Boardroom Dark Royal Romance | Multi-Couple | 18+ | Hindi-English "Married by convenience. Bound by secrets. Destroyed by desire." Started on: 1 SEPTEMBER 2024 Ended on: 30 JUN 2026 A royal wedding on paper. Two signatures. Zero submission. One CEO king still haunted by a woman he lost. One lawyer too dangerous to be tamed. She walks into his empire thinking he's the storm to survive. Turns out, he is the silence before it. He knows more than he says. She is more than she seems. And when the real game begins- neither of them is ready for the cost. There are no love confessions here. Only power. Obsession. Control. And chemistry you can't fake. - Character Aesthetics ◉ Atharva Rajput - The man whose silence screams. Obsessive. Strategic. Dangerous. ◉ Avantika Singh Rajput - Fire in a red saree. Sharp, cold, unbending. Her dialogues cut deeper than his silence. ✎ "Aapne hamare profession ka mazaak bana rakha hai." ✎ "Biwi dushman thodi acchi lagengi." ♤Tropes♤ › Marriage of Convenience › Enemies to Obsession › Power Couple › Slow Burn › Hidden Identity - ⚠️ Warning: If you're expecting a soft, healing romance you've opened the wrong damn book. This one drips in control, fire, and secrets you won't see coming. ✨️CONTAINS CHEATING INSTANCES This is the fiction dripping with reality🔥

SHIVANSH RAJAWAT, An IPS officer and a single parent, who lost his wife in an accident found himself drowned in the ocean of pain and remorse. JIYA SEHEGAL, A doctor who lost her heart to him unknown about his past. Both tied in a knot for duty and desire. What will happen when he comes to about the mystery of his past which will turn their life upside down? Wait to unfold the mystery ;-) ••• Tropes- Single Parent Second Chance Grumpy X Sunshine IPS officer X Doctor She fell first but he fell harder In a collaboration with @aishanid29

Marrying him was never supposed to happen. Rather, she had to be far away from him and his memories. She believed in love because of him, she cried because of him and now she's heartbroken because of him. Kyra Malhotra- A fashion designer by profession, a broken princess by heart. Friends and family are her priority, love a rarity. Ahaan Kapoor - A businessman by profession and heartthrob by looks. Love is his priority, losing her a rarity. The question is, will love happen, or will they separate their ways? Because it's both wanted and an unwanted marriage.

Completed ✓ The love story between Kashish Singh and Avinash Rathore. kashish Singh is beautiful women, kind and innocent. She is always there for her family, and what happens when she meets the cold person, but he's not same for her. Avinash Rathore is a rude and cold person. Never cares for anyone, but for her he can die. She will change his life, his behaviour and everything. Can we forever be together? Or apart, I'm always there for you. I can go to hell for you. THE LOVE STORY ABOUT KASHISH×AVINASH 🤍💙

"Vanshi baby"my little girl said with a teasing smile.. "Akki.. I'm your mumma"Vanshi said.. in stern voice "But papa calls you that"she said innocently.. with a pout .. "I'm his wife and your mumma baccha"Vanshi said while squizing her cheeks.. "But"she pouted.. and saw me.. "Papa"she said while getting up run towards me again.. No way this girl.. is soo careless.. I moved to her side to catch her before she falls again.. "How's my princess"I said while kissing her cheeks.. she giggle.. ___________________ Vanshika Arnav Singh Rajput (28 yrs old) Cheerful, care for everyone, beautiful by nature, ambivert Arnav Vanshika Singh Rajput (32 yrs old) A successful business man, tall and handsome, want to give all his love to his wife.... And his daughter.. ___________________ Don't judge the book by first 10 chapters... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Romantic... Age gap ~ Dominant~ Endless love~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Will their love really endless or just a Enjoy the story.... I hope u like it .. Comment and vote guys and tell me how's it?

In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.

Gauri Sharma, a 23-year-old orphan and single mother, lives a quiet, grounded life in Delhi with her 4-year-old daughter, Manya - her entire world wrapped in tiny hands and innocent smiles. Gauri doesn't know who Manya's father is, and she's long stopped trying to chase the past. All she wants is a peaceful life for her daughter and herself. But peace is shattered the day she steps into the dazzling chaos of her best friend Vaani's high-profile wedding. There, she crosses paths with Reyansh Malhotra - a 30-year-old billionaire CEO, a man cloaked in power, pride, and shadows. Reyansh doesn't believe in love. He doesn't care for innocence. But the moment he sees Gauri, and then hears the soft giggles of little Manya, something in him begins to shift. Drawn to both mother and daughter with an intensity he can't explain, Reyansh finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and buried truths. Manya's sweet affection touches a part of him he thought long dead... and Gauri's warmth begins to melt walls built over years. But love never comes easy - especially when secrets, scars, and silent enemies threaten to destroy everything. He was meant to rule empires. But a woman and her daughter might just conquer his soul.

Anaya spent six years hiding the truth. Six years raising her son alone. Six years convincing herself that the man who broke her heart would never return. Then Aarav Malhotra walks back into her life. Richer. More powerful. More dangerous. And completely unaware that the little boy staring at him from across the room is his son. Anaya should stay away from him. She should protect the life she built without him. But every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment spent together reminds her why she loved him in the first place. The problem? The past isn't done with them. Old betrayals are resurfacing. Enemies are watching. And the secret Anaya has guarded for years is only one step away from being exposed. When Aarav finally discovers the truth, everything changes. Because losing Anaya once was his biggest mistake. And losing his family? That's a mistake he's willing to destroy anyone to prevent. He never forgot her. She never forgave him. And neither of them expected the little boy who could change everything.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​