Hafid, a cold-blooded mastermind, descended from a powerful political family and deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, is driven by an unyielding desire to keep Shanvi, his wife, close. In order to bind her to him forever and never let her go, he'd go to any extreme, even if it meant shattering her world and forcing her to stay after she discovered his dark side. ..... The college Diwali festival marked the beginning of Shanvi's crush on Hafid. As the chief guest, he stood out, though he attended reluctantly on behalf of his well-known father, Mr. Hamza Ali. Initially, Hafid didn't pay much attention to Shanvi yet, over time, a connection began to form. However, by the time Hafid recognized his feelings for Shanvi, it was too late to act on them. YES- He Lost It All. Her trust, love, everything that once bound them. All that remained was her seething hatred. She despised him, not just for who he was, but for letting herself fall for him. Her self-blame grew stronger as she realized she had disregarded her parents' warnings and married him against their wishes. She tried to get apart, but.... Through every challenge, he vowed to make her HIS, regardless of her consent. Amid the chaos, he was determined to rewrite their story, even if it meant facing the fiercest storms. ................................................................. "I will escape you and your dark world." - Shanvi. "I plan on giving you my heartbeat before I let you go." - Hafid. [WARNING - Violence + Adult Content]

When a ruthless Delhi lawyer wakes up in the body of a timid village girl, her only goal is to escape an arranged marriage to the terrifying Sardar, Zorawar Singh. But her plan to break the engagement backfires when her sudden boldness doesn't scare him away-it makes him fall in love with the soul hiding behind the face, trapping her in a romance built on a dangerous lie. Can Zara find a way back to her old life, or will the Sardar's dangerous love make her want to stay in a cage she never chose ??

"You stole my heart once, Sara. Now, I'll show you what it feels like to lose everything." Five years ago, Rudra Singhania's life shattered with a betrayal he never saw coming. Their love had been raw and untamed, nurtured through stolen glances in college corridors and promises whispered under moonlit skies. But when Sara tore through his trust, she left him broken, angry, and vowing to never forgive. Now, he's back-not as the boy who loved her but as a man determined to ruin her. Sara doesn't know that their reunion isn't fate-it's his carefully laid trap. He's orchestrated every detail, every move, to make her pay for the scars she left behind. But when she walks into his life again-changed, guarded, no longer the carefree girl he once knew-Rudra feels the weight of his own plan. The fire between them hasn't dimmed, and as much as he hates her, he can't deny the pull she still has over him. Can vengeance heal a broken heart? Or will the ghosts of their love force Rudra to confront the truth: that some battles are only lost when you win?

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

an Indian desi story in which the girl has to marry her prospective father-in-law , a widower, to save her dignity and her family's honour, when her groom runs away on the wedding day. what begins as duty turns to care, desire and slowly love between them as they accept each other as husband and wife❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 RANKINGS : #2 in India on 24/12/25 #1 in arrangemarriage on 17/12/25 #1 in accidentalmarriage #1 in rural #1 in silentlove #1 in duty #1 in acceptance #1 in intimate 🔥🔥🔥

Agni Raaj Thakur, Thakur families younger son,a dangerous boy,all the people of the village fears him and his family in one word, Thakur family rules on them,even on police Khushi Rai,a simple girl, only daughter of her mom dad,her mom dad passed away one year ago in a accident what will happen,when the dangerous boy falls head over heels for her,and ready to fight with anyone to have her, even with her whom he is crazy for...... will he changes for her or becomes her villain What if he gets to know something which will shack him completely, what will he do being in love read to know Agni Raaj Thakur's crazy love, You don't have to read His Love first part to understand it,but yeah the male lead is exactly like Abhay from His Love part one I only own the story line,images,gifs are not mine This is purely based on my imagination. In the story there is violence,rape and mature language please don't read if you are not comfortable or not in mature age. English is not my first language so please ignore the mistake. This is my own imaginary story if anyone finds similar anything from this story with someone else story then this is a coincidence. please don't copy my work. thank you

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

He came back to me ruined. But not by heartbreak... by love. When my childhood best friend Luca showed up at my door after disappearing for years, I thought he needed a place to stay. A friend to lean on. A soft bed and a warmer home. But he insisted on sleeping close. First on the floor. Then beside my bed. Then with his hand wrapped in mine like he'd die if he let go. And I let him. God, I let him. Until the night I pulled away-and something in him cracked open. He overheard my parents arranging a date for me. And the boy I knew became the man he always hid underneath: Cold. Jealous. Devoted. Unhinged. He looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. "Aria, you're not going anywhere. You're the only girl I've ever loved. I came back for you. I already told our parents. Now I just need to make sure you stay mine." I thought he needed saving. Turns out he came back to claim me. And I don't know which part scares me more-the way he loves me... ...or the way I'm starting to love him back.

He was the selenophine, she was the moon. Akshara Choudhary A tiny, wide-eyed 21-year-old girl, 5'4" tall and in her 3rd year of medical school, in white cotton, anklets tinkling like wind chimes. Orphaned at two, she knows her parents only from one faded photo. Her aunt's slaps leave red prints on her cheeks, yet Akshara smiles softly, murmurs "Kanha ji knows", and folds every hurt into quiet prayers. Simple plaits, small silver studs, and a heart that trusts karma completely-she endures hunger, chores, and cruelty with the innocence of a child who believes every tear is counted in heaven. Siddarth Sherawat He towers 6'4", 29, CEO of Sherawat Industries, a blade of muscle and midnight fury. Obsidian eyes freeze souls; arrogance crowns a heart shattered when his wife traded their newborn for richer blood. Love is poison, marriage a grave. Only Aditya-two years old, tear-streaked, craving a mother's ghost-melts the devil's ice. He'd burn worlds for that boy's smile, yet every bedtime fails to fill the void. Cross him and bleed. Love him and face claws guarding a broken storm.

SHEHNAAZ AND SIDHARTH. ~ A baby version of Sidharth Shukla, and a caring version of Shehnaaz Kaur Gill. After an accident, sidharth starts behaving like a small kid. The ever so handsome and charming Sidharth Shukla turned into a cute and adorable kid. Scared of his past, he only find solace with his "nazuuu." He was known for his rudeness, anger, and not-giving-a-damn attitude, but after the accident, his vunerable self came out, the sensitive, fragile side came out. The pain which he had kept locked inside, the same pain started reflecting when his heart spoke innocently child like along with his brain. Shehnaaz, the queen of Gill industries, carries the ego like her beauty, effortlessly. She was known for her attitude, and no feelings included agenda. She has rejected every proposals that came, breaking hearts of many, but then Sidharth came. And the egoistic, no feelings queen turned into a loving and caring wife. Afterall who could resist the adorable Sidharth? She became his "naazu." ~~~ ||• Caution •|| ~mature scenes ahead. Do not REPORT! If you're uncomfortable, kindly leave. The warning is given beforehand. ~cheesy alert. This book will be cheesy. - For getting back to back updates, all you've to do is comment and vote lots of. _Avoid all acts of copying.