#2 in Top 10 India (26/08/26) #4 in Top 10 India (25/08/26) #9 in top 10 India (07/08/26) Top ranking💫 🫶 : #2 in recommendation - out of 8.13K stories #2 in possessivehero - out of 2.0K stories #2 in collegeromance - out of 1.5K stories #2 in possessive - out of 1.5K stories #3 in indian - out of 1.5K stories #3 in desi - out of 1.5K stories #5 in india - out of 1.5K stories #5 in jealous - out of 9.34K stories #7 in romance - out of 1.5K stories #20 in story - out of 268K stories #31 in sliceoflife - out of 58.9K stories #249 in watty - out of 10.5K stories Delhi taught Ishita Sharma a lot of things. How to travel alone. How to survive in a new city. How to chase her dreams. What Delhi forgot to teach her was how to deal with Abhiraaj Malhotra. President Sahab!!! Tropes 🎀✨️: GrumpyXSunshine College romance He fell first, she fell harder

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

Abhimaan Singh Rathore A man of power. A man of discipline. A man whose silence was enough to make people think twice before speaking. Cold. Calculative. Dominating. These were the words the world used to describe him. He never believed in unnecessary emotions or empty promises. Every decision he made was driven by logic, never by feelings. His sharp personality, unwavering confidence, and commanding aura made him someone people respected... and feared. But the world only knew one side of Abhimaan. Behind that cold exterior was a man who loved his family more than anything. He could fight the entire world for them without thinking twice. He wasn't expressive, yet every little thing he did reflected his love and care. He never said, "I love you." He showed it through his actions. For everyone else, he was impossible to understand. For his family, he was home. Little did he know... One cheerful girl was about to turn his perfectly controlled world upside down. --- Ishaani Malhotra She wasn't just a girl... She was a little bundle of sunshine. Cute. Bubbly. Innocent. Kind-hearted. She had the kind of smile that could brighten even the darkest day. She found happiness in the smallest moments, laughed without hesitation, and filled every place with warmth and positivity. She believed that kindness was never a weakness and that love should always be honest and pure. No matter how difficult life became, she chose to smile instead of giving up. Her best friend was Advik Singh Rathore, someone who always cared for her deeply and stood by her like a protective shadow. She had no idea... That meeting Advik's elder brother, Abhimaan Singh Rathore, would change her life forever. One was made of silence. The other was made of sunshine. One had locked his heart away. The other carried enough love to heal even the coldest soul. But sometimes... The people who seem least meant for each other become the greatest love story ever written.

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy of her brother. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Characters Toxic Love Multi couple

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

A MULTI COUPLE STORY- The Chauhans - a name that echoes power, pride, and perfection. Four brothers, bound by blood and brotherhood, rule THE REIGNS, an empire built on grit and loyalty. Together, they're untouchable - feared in business, respected in society, unbreakable as a unit. But what happens when love dares to enter their world? Behind every controlled smile and calculated move lies a heart carrying its own scars - A love that wasn't returned. A truth that came too late. A betrayal that cut too deep. A silence that said too much. As destinies intertwine with four women meant to challenge their fate, love brings not healing, but chaos. Miseries unfold, trust shatters, and hearts bleed - all in a war between emotions and ego. And yet, even broken... love refuses to surrender. Because love doesn't ask for permission... And when kings fall, they take the world down with them. This isn't just a love story. It's a war of emotions. And in the end, only one thing is certain- When a Chauhan loves, he loves until the end... or destruction. A Tale power, passion, pain and love ....