#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

Everyone fights from the world to protect and get their love, but in this story, the villain of their love will be themselves. They'll have to fight with their own demons to conquer their love. To get their happily ever after, they will need to trust again to let someone enter the walls of their heart again. Will they be able to give it a chance? Will they be able to conquer their love over their past? Will they ever be able to fight themselves for themselves? The two are broken hearts arranged by their family to heal each other. The ending was not supposed to be the one the author has decided to give them, but no one deserves the ending the author has decided for them.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Some love stories are written in fate... but lost in time. When industrialist Ranvijay Agnihotri arrives in the quiet village of Mehargarh, he expects nothing more than a business venture. But fate has other plans. In the heart of the village, he meets Durga, a young woman with fire in her spirit and warmth in her soul. What begins as a fleeting attraction soon turns into an all-consuming love. Promising to return with his family and make her his forever, Ranvijay leaves for the city-only to disappear without a trace. Back in Mehargarh, Durga waits. Her calls go unanswered. Her world collapses when she is forced into marriage with a man who has always been obsessed with her, a man who played a cruel trick to separate her from Ranvijay. Years pass. Destiny intervenes. When Durga and Ranvijay cross paths again, his eyes hold no recognition but her heart refuses to forget. As buried truths resurface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will love conquer oblivion? Or will time and fate win once again? ....

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" In a world where love stories begin at parties or libraries, Shivangi's began in a clinic. She was a writer, creating perfect characters with perfect endings. He was a doctor, trained to fix everything-except maybe what his own heart refused to admit. They didn't fall in love at first sight. They stumbled. Through pain. Through vulnerability. Through check-ups and awkward silences. This is their story. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥.

Kaahini Vardhan should marry a murderer. Her own family pushes her into an arranged marriage with a man who killed his sister. Her dreams of finding Prince Charming turn into a nightmare when she comes face to face with the beast himself... Ranveer Rana Kumar. Ranveer Rana Kumar is the heir of a powerful political party. Everyone believes he killed his own sister, but only he knows the truth. And if anyone finds out the truth, it would cost his life. To protect his dark secret, he agrees to marry the woman he hates... Kaahini Vardhan. With enemies hidden all around them, Ranveer and Kaahini are forced to stick together though they hate each other. Will they learn to fall in love? Or will their dark secrets tear them apart?

Cornered and burnt out, she decides to run away from everything she'd built. Resigned to his fate, he stays a willing prisoner and tool in the manor of crimes. When their paths converge, will they become the answer neither knew they were looking for or is it too late?