📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

·:*¨༺ "𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼" ༻¨*:· ┏━━°❀•°•❀°━━━━┓ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 ┗━━°❀•°•❀°━━━━┛ The little girl endured constant neglect and cruel taunts, always hearing words like, '𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯', '𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴', '𝘜𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥'. For the first thirteen years of her life, the people she called as her family abandon her at an orphanage while severing all the ties with her. She had borne the pain with a smile, accepting the harshness, but when they finally left her behind, it broke her. Still shattered, yet not defeated, she found strength in her faith to guide her through the pain, even though it never seemed to stop. Just when it seemed like she had reached her breaking point, her life took an unexpected turn. She was adopted by a man who promised her the one thing she had always longed for, a family. Shivendra Rathore, a businessman and once the feared Mafia King known as SR. He was the father of five boys, each with a distinct personality and unique traits. What would happen when he welcomed a little girl into his family? A girl destined to change not only his life but his entire family's, bringing back the hope he had lost after the death of his beloved wife. Will Ruhanika finally be able to bring back the happiness the family had lost? Will she be the one to melt the tough exterior of these people? Will she ever find the true family she's longed for? Follow Ruhanika's journey as she learns that family isn't defined by blood, but by the heart. "A tale of healing and finding love in heart which doesn't pumps the same blood as mine." - 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮

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)

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

Ayesha, new to the city, is innocent of the dangerous currents that swirl around Veer and the notorious Ahlawat name. While her friends warn her about the "gangster" whose dark charm stirs their desires, Ayesha remains blissfully unaware that her laughter has captivated the one man no one dares to cross. When a fallen jhumka becomes the silent symbol of his newfound obsession, Veer's world shifts. He has never desired anything as fiercely as he desires her light. But in a world where power dictates love, can an innocent heart survive the consuming 'Zid' (obstinacy) of a man who takes everything he wants? Dive into a raw, intense, and possessive tale where a ruthless hero's or we can say villain world is turned upside down by a single, unforgettable gaze, sparking an obsession that promises both danger and undeniable passion. #top 3 in india (15/8/26) #top 1 in india (21/9/26)

" ඔයා මට රිද්දනවා සිතෙව්...." " අඩපන් තව අඩපන්...මගේ මල්ලිට කරපු දේට උබ විදවන්න ඕනේ..." " ඔයා ඉන්නේ වැරදි වැටහීමක...." " උබට රිදෙන රිදෙන වාරයක් ගානේ මට සතුටුයි..." " කවදාහරි ඇත්ත දැනගත්ත දවසක ඔයාට පසුතැවෙන්න වෙයි..." . . . . . . . . " එදා උබව තේරුම් නොගත්තට මට සමාවෙයන් මැණික...පුළුවන්නම් ආයෙත් මං ලගට වරෙන්...මට උබ නැතුව ඉන්න බෑ රත්තරන්..." සිතෙව් ❤️ විහස්

Rankings TOP 6 IN INDIA (06/08/26) TOP 3 IN INDIA (07/08/26) TOP 2 IN INDIA (08/08/26) TOP 1 IN INDIA (08/08/26) Vidyut Singhania - Cold. Calculative. Ruthless. A man who stays away from his own family because he believes they betrayed him. He trusts no one, believes every relationship is built on lies, and has convinced himself that love is nothing but another deception. Behind his emotionless eyes lies a heart that has forgotten how to feel. Meera Singh - Kind. Gentle. A ray of sunshine who has already lost everything-her family, her dreams, and the people she loved the most. Yet, she keeps smiling for one reason alone: her late brother's little daughter, Advika Singh, whom she is raising as her own. Advika is not just her responsibility; she is her entire world and the reason she chooses to live every single day. One heart is drowning in darkness. The other refuses to stop shining. Will Meera be able to enter Vidyut's frozen world? Will she and little Advika become a part of his life? Or will the wounds of the past keep their hearts apart forever?