"He committed the ultimate sin, surrendering to his forbidden love for his student." Hriday Agnivanshi 29 years old, a finance professor at Banaras University, exudes an aura of authority and intimidation. His piercing green eyes seem to bore into those he meets, as if sizing them up and finding them wanting. His chiseled features and well-built physique only add to his formidable presence, making him a figure to be reckoned with. His demeanor is strict and dominating, leaving no doubt as to who is in charge. His sharp jawline and piercing gaze seem to dare anyone to cross him, and his deep, commanding voice can silence even the most boisterous of classrooms. " she surrendered to the forbidden, her heart ensnared by the one man she was never meant to love" Chahat tripathi 21 years old , a bright and vibrant student at Banaras University, embodies the warmth and energy of a sunshine girl. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes light up the campus, making her a beloved figure among her peers. With a passion for learning, she works tirelessly to excel in her studies, her dedication and perseverance inspiring those around her. But her true love is dance. With a grace and fluidity that belies her academic rigor, she loses herself in the rhythms and movements of traditional Indian dance. Her love for Banaras city is equally fierce, and she can often be found exploring its winding streets, discovering hidden gems, and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere. "Two souls, bound by forbidden love, entwined in a sin that fueled their deepest desire, and ignited dreams that dared to defy the lines of virtue." [ इश्क like Agnivanshi -1] Start ~ 2nd April 2025 End ~

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

"Tumhari is nafrat par sirf mera haq hai aur sirf tumhe haq hai mujhe tabaah karne ka." Everything was going exactly as planned. Riddhima Yaduvanshi was mere steps away from marrying the man her father had chosen for her. It was supposed to be the beginning of a safe, predictable life. Until the first gunshot shattered the sacred vows. In a matter of minutes, her wedding turned into a slaughterhouse of terror. He arrived like a silent, beautiful god of destruction lounging on the bonnet of his Thar, watching her world burn with cold, indifferent eyes. He didn't just crash her wedding; he seized it. He took her family hostage, painted the altar crimson with the blood of his own men, and brought her to her knees without pulling a single trigger. To save her father's life, Riddhima had to make a deal with the devil himself. With trembling hands and a bleeding heart, she stood in that ruined mandap and let a ruthless, nameless stranger tie the mangalsutra around her neck. He claims this is all a game of pure, unadulterated badla. He claims he ruined her life simply because she dared to put one of his men behind bars. He tells her she is nothing but his "khubsoorat saza." But Riddhima can feel it. Behind his wicked smirks and dangerous growls, there is something far more sinister hiding in the shadows. A man of his stature doesn't destroy an entire lineage just for a petty street criminal. There is a method to his madness, a dark history written in his pitch-black eyes, and a terrifying secret behind why he chose her out of the entire world to bear his name. She vows to give him nothing but raw, unfiltered hatred. He smiles and whispers that her hatred belongs to him anyway. Bound by blood and trapped in his golden cage, Riddhima is determined to unmask the monster she now calls her husband. But in a game where he holds all the cards and knows all her weaknesses... will she find the truth, or will she lose herself to the dangerous darkness of Mr. Shekhawat?

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑨𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 - 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚. 𝒀𝒆𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, "𝒀𝒆𝒔." "𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆," 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕. "𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆?" 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

°~Main Neelgiri si chanchal priye ~Aap Alkhnanda se shant~° °~Mujhpe chilao bura bolo ~Apka haq hai mujhpe~° ~Aap bojh nhi mujhpe ~Aap sukoon hain mera °♡~Eldest daughters do deserve love♡° °♡~Men can cry it will never make them weak. Never!! °♡~Main Alkhnanda sa shant priye ~aap meri chanchal Neelgiri♡°

Redemption was never the plan. God forgives, the devil doesn't. Anastasia Romanova took her vows to escape the sins of her bloodline. Obedience over desire, silence over truth, God over family. Returning to Moscow for her mother's funeral is a penance she never asked for. The churchyard is heavy with snow, old ghosts, and the family that never wanted her. She intends to pray, mourn from a distance, and leave untouched. Then she meets him. Cold-eyed. Watchful. A man who carries violence as calmly as others carry faith. A man who looks at Ana not as a nun, not as a daughter, but as something already claimed. Kayne is her sister's brother-in-law. A stranger with too much power and too much interest in her quiet suffering. He does not tempt her with words. He unsettles her with certainty. With the knowledge that vows can fracture, and devotion can rot into obsession. As grief dredges up buried truths and family secrets bleed into the open, Ana finds herself standing at the edge of everything she has denied: desire, rage, and a hunger that prayer cannot silence. Some sins are committed in secret. Others are carved into the soul. And forgiveness may be the most dangerous lie of all. When the devil decides to make the angel his, no one can stop him, not even God.

"There is nothing to it. No love, no mushy feelings nothing understood. Its just kissing." Hey im fifteen, im popular and because of that I have to live up to expectations. Boyfriends, frenemies GRADES you name it. But did I mention some random dude is teaching me how to kiss for the first time.