🖤 Genre: Dark Desi Erotic Romance 💢 Vibe: Hate-marriage | Enemies-to-lovers | Powerplay | Smut-laced emotional unraveling 🏛️ Setting: New Delhi - elite corridors, government bungalows, high society scandal Tara Sen - She's the rebellious, spoilt daughter of a powerful IAS officer -~ wild, untamed, and unapologetically herself. Ishan Maitra - He's a young, cold, righteous IAS officer - disciplined, strict, and bound by tradition. Forced into a marriage neither wanted, their worlds collide with fiery resentment and sizzling desire. She mocks tradition; he enforces it. She dresses to provoke; he preaches restraint. But every argument ends with bruising kisses and lingering glances and desperate hungry nights that neither can resist. He ruled the law. She broke every one. Then they were bound by the one law neither could escape - marriage. 🥇#1- IAS 🥇#1- Aristocrat 🥇#1- Hot husband 🥇#1- Strong 🥉#3- Lead ⚠️ Disclaimer: If you're looking for tea and polite kisses, move along. This story serves heavy-duty smut with zero apologies - think tangled sheets, savage desire, and a wife who's too hot to handle. Prepare to blush, swoon, and question all your life choices. You've been warned. 😈🔥 For the brave only. 🔥💋

Viraj Singh Rathore is the politician you would never want to cross. The people of Rajasthan love him like a saviour sent by God himself. The truth, however is far from it. He is a skilled orator, a liar and a manipulator. He belongs to the Royal family and owns a number of businesses both legal and illegal.His only goal is to serve himself and his family. Sithara Mohan is a resident doctor in her final year of postgraduation. She is doing her postgraduation in general surgery at Rajasthan. She hails from Kerala. She is ambitious , intelligent and bold.She has zero self preservation when it comes to her opinions. Her tongue is sharp enough to slice and her attitude can give anyone a run for their money. What happens when these two are tied in a marriage? Will their hate ever turn into love?

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

They say the past should stay buried. But what if the past wears a badge, flashes a cheeky grin, and calls you "Inspector"? When Sneha Verma, a forensic prodigy-turned-police officer, is transferred to a new crime unit, she expects tough cases and long hours. What she doesn't expect is him, the enigmatic, charming, and maddeningly infuriating Addl. SP Abhay Reddy. A man she once knew too intimately. A man who still knows how to get under her skin. As the city faces a string of crimes that are anything but ordinary, Sneha must navigate twisted investigations and political shadows. But it's the unspoken tension with Abhay that might be her greatest challenge yet.

Dhushyanth Reddy and Sita Cherukuri, on the surface, their similarities are endless; they are both the first-borns of affluent, wealthy, political families, they were both born and brought up in Hyderabad, they both studied in the UK for a while, they are both single, and the topic of their respective impending nuptials is of immense interest within high society. While Dhushyanth's family forces him to find a woman to be his wife to add credibility to his persona, Sita's father makes a laughing stock of her relationship status in the state assembly, of all places. Add to this, a media scandal, based on true events. The result: A marriage between the two. A ride that shall be.

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

Serii Joshi never backs down. Reyansh Shah never bends the rules. She's the bold young doctor chasing her dream. He's the ruthless professor who built the trauma unit from the ashes. Working together is dangerous. Wanting each other is worse. Serii Joshi 25. Fresh out of her NEET-PG exam and waiting for the acceptance letter that could change her life - a trauma surgery residency at her dream hospital. She's sharp, intelligent, beautiful, and fearless. Feminine yet messy, stubborn yet soft in ways she rarely shows. At 5'4", she may look unassuming, but Serii Joshi refuses to be underestimated. Reyansh Shah 35. Professor of Trauma Surgery and Head of the Department. The man who rebuilt the hospital's trauma unit from the ruins and turned it into one of the best. Cold, disciplined, and brutally strict with his department - because lives depend on it. But beneath the controlled exterior is a man far more complex than anyone realizes. ~ He pulls her flush against his chest and lifts her onto his desk. "You're playing with fire, little one." She smiles slowly, feigning innocence "I'm being professional professor.... Almost, hmm?"~ Ps- long slow burn :) Disclaimer: I have tried to write this as medically accurate as possible, but there might be some mistakes. Also, this is my first time writing, so please be patient with me. Thank you <3 #1🏅 - surgeons #73 🏅 - gore #87 🏅- blood #6 🏅- junior #29 🏅- desi #19 🏅- romcom #6 🏅- resident #1 🏅- lovestory #1 🏅- doctors

Previously titled "The Kadhal Kadhai Publications" He was the forgotten son. She was the least-loved daughter. Together, they might just rewrite fate. Karthik Hariharan was never meant to inherit anything, not his so called father's empire, nor the weight of a name he never asked to bear. While his brother lived beneath the spotlight, Karthik chose silence, distance, and peace. All he ever wanted was something of his own, a publishing house built from quiet persistence and heart. So when his grandmother unexpectedly offers him his late mother's property, it feels like fate finally nodding his way. But there's one condition, he must marry. Karthik hates the idea. Marriage means noise, expectations, compromise, all the things he's spent years escaping. Until Krithika Ganeshan enters his life. His sister-in-law's sister. Confident, unafraid, and far too stubborn for her own good. Her proposal is simple, a contract marriage. Her freedom, his chance. What begins as an agreement soon unravels into something neither can define. And as Karthik finds himself drawn toward her warmth, he also feels the quiet life he built beginning to tremble. Because when the past he's buried resurfaces, Karthik must decide. Will he protect the calm he's fought to build, or the woman who makes him want to break every wall he's ever built?

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.