Note : Slow burn ; 🔞 ➕ "You're mine now,whether I chose you or not. Remember that." The words were possessive, but laced with indifference, like stamping a document. It stung, even in fantasy, fueling her mixed storm-resentment bubbling up, yet her body betrayed her, clenching tighter as pleasure coiled low. Fear gnawed at her-what if this was their reality? A husband who took what was his but gave nothing back? In the fantasy, No words, no embrace. Just a mark of union in silence. _ _ In the ordered world of Indian Army officer Sanddeep Singh Rawat, discipline rules every moment-there's no room for laughter, love, or looseness. He wears his uniform like a second skin and keeps his emotions locked away, a soldier shaped by duty and sacrifice. Then comes Sia sharma: fresh out of college, full of warmth and surprise, thrust into a life she never planned. Their worlds collide over an arranged meeting that feels more like a mission briefing than a beginning. As families negotiate alliances and destiny is decided with a quiet nod, an unexpected truth settles like a shadow-this marriage is a match of convenience and compromise, not choice or chance. With Sanddeep's eyes always on the next posting and Sia's heart caught between duty and desire, their journey begins where promises sound more like orders. For Sia, love is supposed to feel different. But in a life where absence speaks louder than presence, and sacrifices come wrapped in silent expectations, will their hearts find room to beat as one? Or will love forever be the soldier left waiting behind the lines?

The powerful haryanvi saga of a devoted man fighting his lover's fear "Baat ko samjhiye... hum nahi ho sakte ek," she whispered against his lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. His breath trembled. "Kyun nahi ho sakte ek..."His voice cracked between anger and pleading. He brushed his lips over hers again, desperate and scared. "Aapka khandan.. mujhe kabhi apna nahi paayega," she breathed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to calm the storm rising inside him. He smiled faintly, lips still touching hers. "Unke apnane ya na apnane se kya farq padta hai, jaan" He took a deep breath, his chest pressed against hers "Humne toh apna liya hai na, aapko." Her fingers brushed his hair back. She swallowed hard. "Lekin...aapke maa-bapu aapse naraz ho jaayenge, na Pardhan ji." He closed his eyes and kissed her again, slower this time ,a silent plea for her to understand how much she meant to him "Unki narazgi seh lenge, lekin aapka chale jaana humse nahi saha jaayega," he murmured. Her breath caught. "Badnaam ho jaayenge aap...hume apna kar ke.." He cupped her face, thumb tracing the mole on her chin. "Agar badnami ke badle, aap mil rahe ho" He paused, eyes fixed on hers. "Yoh jaat sareaam badnaam hona chahvega" His Haryanvi accent rolled smoothly over his tongue She looked up. His eyes were steady not just possessive but certain, as if he had already chosen her against the world. Before she could argue, he pressed a finger gently to her lips. "Shhh..." Her heart hammered. She nodded faintly. Then his voice dropped to a vow. "Ek baat samajh lijiye, Heer..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Agar iss jaat ki koi jaatni hogi, toh woh sirf aap hongi, sirf aap," he said, his voice deepening on the last words to let her know he meant every bit of it. He looked straight into her eyes, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "Samjhi... MRS. HEER ANIRUDH SANGWAN." He kissed her forehead softly before standing up. To be continued... Story by AishRomantics

Dark romance|18+ She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.

Labon ko labon pe sajao, kya ho tum mujhe ab batao🌕🎶

What happens when love chooses fire over forgiveness? Stripped of titles, betrayed by blood, and cast out of the house that once echoed with her laughter, Pahel Ranawat walks away-not in defeat, but in defiance. She gave up her name, her power, and her career... all for the man her family swore was beneath her. Now, as she builds a new life brick by brick beside Yuvraj Rajvansh, the world watches-waiting for her to break, to crawl back, to regret. But regret is for the weak. And Pahel was never that. Yuvraj, once the outsider in her world, now becomes her world. The man who holds her broken pieces without asking for perfection, who silently carries the weight of her choices while building a future that honors them. Together, they burn quietly-ruthlessly-through a world that left no space for their kind of love. But the past is a cunning predator, and betrayal wears many masks. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a weapon, not all enemies hide in the dark. Some sit across the dinner table. Some smile in family portraits. As secrets unravel and revenge walks in heels, will love be enough to keep them whole, or will the war to protect each other burn down everything they built together?

Warning: 18+ Sajjad Ahmed Khan was an authoritative, conservative and powerful man, he was born into a feudal family. Men said he was deformed, but women dreamt of his seductive jawline. His fiance was rumoured to have a bad reputation just like him. But he didn't care about this unknown women... as a man of those times, he hated women with loose reputation. Although he carried such thoughts, his own list of lovers were never ending... What happens when this so called feudal lord meets the women who proves him wrong? (A strong crazy female lead × Softy Gunda)

He volunteered to survive. He volunteered to forget who he was. He volunteered to become something else entirely. He is trained to obey, trained to endure, trained to become a weapon. By the time he reaches Pakistan, the line between man and mission is gone. Loyalty, love, family-everything is expendable. And yet... some things refuse to stay buried. Memories. Regret. The weight of a life he can never return to. In a world of betrayal, gray choices, and consequences that never end, how much of yourself can you lose before you stop being human? They call him an Asset. He calls it survival.

Early morning runs. Half-slept classes. Perfectly ironed uniforms. Imperfectly hidden feelings. In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground, a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school... and each other. They compete over mock tests like it's war. They fight over silly things like it's the end of the world. They say "best friend" when they mean something far more dangerous. Some of them have grown up with salutes and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some of them are chasing stars they haven't earned yet. All of them are learning that love doesn't wait for the "right time." There are late-night study sessions that turn into staring contests. Scooter rides that feel like confessions. Protective best friends. Teasing siblings. The one who falls first. The one who pretends not to. And somewhere between ambition, loyalty, rivalry, and ridiculous amounts of denial- hearts begin to fall in line. Because clearing exams is tough. But surviving high school with your heart intact? That might be the real battle.

𝗥𝗔𝗔𝗝𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. Born to rule, Shivaay Singh Shekhawat is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously ambitious. His father, a powerful union cabinet minister, has only one goal- placing Shivaay on the Chief Minister's throne. But power demands sacrifice, and alliances are sealed in blood... and marriage. Anamika Singhania grew up loving one man... Rudra, Shivaay's younger brother, the one who made her laugh, the one she dreamed of. But Rudra never saw her the way she burned for him. Now, fate has bound her to Shivaay, the man she fears... and the one who ignites something darker inside her. "I don't need your love, Anamika," Shivaay's voice is dark, sinful. "I need your obedience." "And if I refuse?" she whispers, anger laced with fear. "There are no refusals in politics. Only power." Rudra never wanted her... until she was no longer his to lose. "Anamika, you don't seem to understand my-" Rudra murmurs, as he reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment like he might touch her shoulder, might anchor her to something "I may not understand everything, Rudra... but I do understand one damn thing... People who once called someone their own don't get to exploit them like they never meant a thing. Like they were just a stepping stone." She cut him off before he could complete his sentence. Trapped between the man she always loved and the one who now owns her fate, Anamika must decide: fight for love, surrender to power, or risk being destroyed by both. Three hearts. Two brothers. One throne. 🚨 NO CHEATING 🚨 🔺 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀. 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹. 🔺

People always talk about the men in love and yeah you'll see it in this story too but it's more about the woman in love as we all know we go a little extra when we fall for a guy. A woman who carries the responsibilities of the past, a bar dancer and a man who hides behind his smile, an enforcer. One unfortunate incident led them to meet. Two lives altered. So play the dhols because this time their love is going to destroy us all. Well in the nicest possible way... Book 2 of Bhavika universe. A sequel to Bavri Ashiqui. Can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.