He was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. Powerful, respected and known for his cold and serious personality. She was just a girl from Chandigarh. Ashleen Grewal is 22, busy with her studies, her NGO work and her family. She isn't looking for love, and definitely isn't looking for a man who comes with a world of power, politics and responsibilities. Their paths cross at a wedding, and what starts as a few unexpected encounters slowly turns into something neither of them planned for. He has always kept people at a distance. She has never been the kind to get impressed by someone's status. And somehow, she becomes the one person who starts getting past the walls he spent years building. For the first time, Devansh starts feeling things he doesn't know how to handle. And because he has never really learned how to express his emotions, his approach towards Ashleen can sometimes be harsh and difficult to understand. Which doesn't exactly make him very likeable in her eyes. But this isn't your cliché love story where the FL melts at the ML's every touch. She has her own opinions, her own life and a mind of her own. So, how does a girl from Chandigarh become the exception in the life of a powerful man? Read further to know more. Give it a try. ❤️

I was pulled a single step forward, my balance slipping just enough for my palm to land against his shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up at him. Veer stood there with two fingers hooked around the fabric gathered at my waist, not touching my skin, only the saree. "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞,"he said quietly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢, 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐚." Before I could even think of a reply, he lowered himself onto one knee. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ I walked straight to Veer without sparing anyone a glance. "𝐌𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢." His eyes met mine before he replied calmly, "𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞." I simply folded my arms and continued staring at him in silence. He let out a quiet sigh, cleared his throat and looked around the table. "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐞." He looked at me and gestured to sit, "𝐉𝐢, 𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐞, 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢." 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ★ This story contains mature content, read at your own risk. ★ Click on the story to read more <3

So, this story is about SUHANI SINGH RAJPUT - a sweet, active , smart, 17 years old - 11th grade student , living in a small city, not very developed ,just because of her father's transfer. She is very teachers favourite ,just because of her sweetness, a cheerful personality . Very popular in the school , knows basically everyone but she only have few true friends . Her life was going outstanding ,but then she met VEER PRATAP SINGH- eldest son of a very famous politician, mother and father got divorced and he lives with his father . You can his own family is kind of gunde , always carrying guns , black defender or Fortuner . He is very egoistic, love is not for him as he wanted to become a great politician just like his other family members. he is 19 years old collage second year in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh. famous in U.P due to her father but wanted to create his own name. His opinion on love is going to change when he is going to met Suhani ,sorry HIS SUHANI . TROPE- teen romance bad boy x bubbly girl he fell first both fell harder Shiva and Parvati touch her and die Politician x commoner ***********************************************************************

"Outside these walls, my word is law. Inside this room... you are nothing to me." In the dusty, power-hungry heart of Rohtak, Haryana, one name commands absolute silence: Astra Sangwan. A ruthless Zameendar (landowner) with olive skin, eyes as cold as winter, and a heart made of stone. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a shadow. Enter Riva. Labelled 'manhoos' (cursed) by a society that blamed her for her first husband's death, Riva is traded into the Sangwan haveli like a piece of property. But Astra is about to learn that Riva isn't the fragile doll her family promised. She doesn't bow. She doesn't whisper 'Ji Huzoor.' She looks him in the eye and challenges the very authority he spent a lifetime building. One is a storm of Haryanvi pride and cold arrogance. The other is a fire of silent secrets and a past that could burn the haveli to the ground. When a forced marriage becomes a battleground of egos, who will surrender first? Will Astra be able to keep his distance when the woman he claims to hate is the only one who dares to stand up to him? Or will Riva's hidden 'curse' destroy them both before love even has a chance? What's Inside: Enemies to Lovers: From cold shoulders to heated arguments. Forced Marriage Tropes: The "One Bed" struggle and the "Saree Draping" tension. The Alpha Hero: A traditional, possessive Zameendar with a Haryanvi heart. The Fierce Heroine: She's been through hell and she's not afraid of a little more. Desi Flavor: Authentic Haryanvi culture mixed with high-stakes family drama.