𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. "𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐬." _________________________________________________ She was the girl with ink-stained fingers and dreams too delicate for a world like his. Amaira Joshi had never imagined her name would be spoken in the same breath as the Ranawats-let alone whispered as a possible bride for Yugveer Ranawat, the quiet storm behind a billion-dollar empire. He's everything she isn't. Sharp where she's soft. Silent where she speaks with her eyes. A man built of discipline, duty, and deeply buried demons. The proposal comes not with roses or confessions, but through old connections, quiet conversations over tea-and a stare that lingers far too long. Amaira is not prepared to step into a world of chandeliers and legacy, where love is a luxury and silence, a weapon. But fate doesn't ask permission. And neither does Yugveer Ranawat. In a tale woven with longing, restraint, and slow-burning intensity-what happens when a girl who speaks in warmth is thrown into the arms of a man who's forgotten how to feel? Achievements so far: ✨ #1 in Forbidden Feelings #8 in Intense Love #7 in Heartfelt Romance #23 in Desi Love Story #117 in Desire

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

Some rivalries are written in blood; this one was written in the dust of Kurukshetra. A raw, Haryanvi saga of power, pride, and the one girl who refused to bow. She's a wildfire wrapped in silence. Noor Jaglan didn't come to KUK to play games; she came to conquer her dreams. Coming from the heart of Rohtak, she carries a "Jatni" pride that doesn't bend for anyone-especially not for a self-proclaimed King. The world of dirty politics and campus muscle was something she promised to stay away from. She had seen the damage it causes, and she had built walls around her soul to keep the chaos out. Ahem... But fate had other plans. The girl who valued her peace above everything just stepped into the arena of the most dangerous man on campus. And she didn't come to compromise; she came to challenge his empire. **Devesh Sandhu** is a name that commands silence. He isn't a criminal; he's the powerhouse of Kurukshetra University- the man who dictates the rules of the game. Driven by a relentless "Zid" and backed by an ocean of wealth, he's used to the world surrendering at his feet. He's a Haryanvi to his core. For him, brotherhood is a religion and his word is the ultimate law. He thought he was untouchable-until he crossed paths with the girl whose eyes reflected his own stubbornness. He wants to dominate her world. She wants to dismantle his ego. He is the **Lawless Storm** that destroys everything in its path. She is the **Unyielding Flame** that burns brighter when suppressed. **"When his obsession meets her integrity, Kurukshetra will witness a Takkar that history won't forget."**

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

Swara Roy, a vibrant, carefree girl, never imagined her life would intertwine with her crush Aarav Malhotra, the cold and distant CEO of one of the biggest corporations in the country. When their families arrange marriage between them, it's not just a clash of personalities but a clash of worlds. Aarav's icy exterior though being a gentleman hides a darkness, a past betrayal that makes him hesitant to let anyone into his heart. But Swara, with her warmth and innocence, starts melting the walls he built around himself. Both are forced to confront their fears, desires, and the secrets that bind them. But in a world where business deals are cold and calculated, can love survive? "Do you believe in fate?" he asks. "Not really." She asks taken aback by his question, "Me neither, but now I'm starting to." Her pulse quickens at the irresistible drop in his tone. "Why is that?" He grabs her waist, pulling her towards him as her breath hitched by the proximity and whispers. "I would've found you no matter what, butterfly. It was just a matter of time." @ravvinouzo No translations are allowed.

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

He is a mentally unstable person, She is the bravest girl in the village, carefree. His life is full of darkness, conspiracy and cruelty She is like a flower, pure and beautiful. And................they get married. How will they stay together and become the strength of each other. Read to find out.

In the summer of 1978, the quiet village of Rajgarh whispered a story no one dared to speak aloud- the forbidden chemistry between **Devraj Singh**, the young sarpanch whose word carried weight, and **Chaandni**, the soft-spoken girl from a family that owned little more than hope. Their worlds were never meant to touch. But one stolen moment at the village well changes everything- a brush of fingers, a glance that lingers too long, and a truth both dangerous and undeniable. As gossip rises like dust in the wind and tradition tightens its grip, Devraj must choose between power and love... and Chaandni must decide whether her heart is worth the storm that will follow. A slow-burn rural romance set in the late 70s, **"Chaandni aur Mitti"** is a tale of longing, restraint, and love that grows quietly- like a flower in dry soil, defying everything around it.

Forced Marriage He is a angry Bird but caring ,She is a sweetheart but clever He is Sarpanch of village X she is graduated from city college He is 28, She is 22 He forced her to marry him because her sister, whom he was going to marry ran away and she supported her.Despite many efforts she could not stop this marriage & endup becoming his wife. So how will their life be, will they be able to live with each other and will their marriage be successful? Will Avni be able to adopt the customs and lifestyle of the village? 18+ Short story/(requested)