.An ambitious corporate lawyer, Nikita rajput, dies suddenly and wakes up as the infamous villainess Rajkumari Ishita rajvanshin a bestselling historical romance novel she once mocked. Her mission? Avoid the tragic ending written for Devyani and forge her own destiny

He's ten years older. Calm. Mysterious. Traditional. She's young. Sharp-tongued. Possessive. Modern. They were never supposed to fall for each other-neighbors, divided by years, expectations, and every reason not to love. But when obsession turns protective, and possessiveness meets real fear, what happens when hearts refuse to listen to logic? Set in a Telugu world of family pressure, stolen glances, soft love, and explosive fights, Ten Years Apart is a slow-burn romance full of fluff, angst, and depth. And it doesn't end at "happily ever after." It begins there.

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.

This is the story of Riyanshi, who finds herself reborn into her own body, waking up several years in the past. In her previous life, no one stood by her. Every member of her family chose to believe Meira-the daughter of her father Alok Rai Singhania's close friend. Meira, a wolf in sheep's clothing, manipulated everyone until Riyanshi was left with nothing but betrayal and despair. Now, with the shadows of her past life haunting her, will Riyanshi be able to shield herself from Meira's toxic schemes? Can she reclaim her place and make her family pay for every tear she shed? The game has changed, and this time, Riyanshi knows all the moves.

Married off to a quiet man in a broken hut, Devika entered the village with nothing-no dreams, no voice, no name of her own. Everyone called her a burden. Except him. Aarav, a man who had once ruled the city, now lived among clay stoves and silence. Betrayed by his own blood, he had given up everything-until her food, her simplicity, and her quiet strength lit a spark inside him again. With just one clay stove and two plates, they began. From cooking under the sky to building a food empire that shook the village, their love story was written not in grand gestures but in small moments, shared struggles, and a pair of bangles that refused to stop singing. But when Aarav's past returns with greed, guilt, and fire... will Devika's silent strength be enough to protect their world? Because sometimes, the loudest battles are fought... when the bangles still make noise.

Flight 9W-237 lies shattered across a Himalayan ridge. It didn't crash. It was hunted out of the sky. Only two heartbeats still echo in the wreckage. Major Ahaan "Falcon" Singh, Para SF, moves through the Himalayan cold like death itself. Bleeding shoulder, storm-grey eyes colder than the mountain, and a grip that could snap bone. He's the kind of man whose classified files are sealed for a reason-the kind who's killed more men than he's saved. His has eyes that have seen death and hunting it. I was just another passenger flying home when terrorists turned the plane journey into a nightmare. We have survived. Because he wrapped his body around mine when the plane kissed the mountain. Now we're stranded on snowy mountains in cave. He positioned himself between me and the cave entrance, a human barrier against the cold and the darkness. "You're shivering," he says, voice low, rough from smoke and command. I nod, unable to speak. It's not the cold making my breath catch. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. The warmth still carries his scent: metal, pine, and raw man. Then he steps closer. Too close. His calloused fingers brush a strand of hair from my face, lingering longer than necessary. "I've got you," he murmurs against my ear. "No one's touching you again. Not while I'm breathing." My heart slams against my ribs. I should be terrified. I've just survived a hijacking, a crash, a bloodbath. Rescue is forty-eight hours away. Forty-eight hours of snowstorms, in a cave, and a man who saved my life. When he looks at me, it's with the kind of focus he probably reserves for military objectives. Except it's softer. Deeper. Like I'm the mission that matters. The hunters circle. The snow falls. And I realize-The most dangerous man on this terrain isn't the terrorists outside. It's the one holding me like he'll never let go, even as he pretends I mean nothing at all.

꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, princess see? Your papa is alright" He said softly and stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between in hiccups She hugged him tightly like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them in confusion, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" She said cutely, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" His son asked, half teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, he gives them a baby.....If he's really happy, he gives one more and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome.....that's why God gave him seven babies and that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her and then at her Mr. Handsome And burst into laughter ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

At 21, Ananya is full of dreams, innocence, and mischief-her world bright with possibilities. At 32, Aarav Malhotra is the epitome of control: a strict, no-nonsense businessman who's seen too much of the world to believe in fairytales. They couldn't be more different. Or more perfect for each other. Forced into an arranged marriage with her brother's best friend, Ananya is determined to hate the man who seems so cold and unyielding. But Aarav sees what no one else does-her vibrant energy, her endearing clumsiness, and the way she makes his heart race in ways he can't control. "You don't have to like me, Ananya," he says, his voice low and possessive, "but you'll learn to love me. Because I won't let you go. Ever." An age-gap, brothers-best-friend romance filled with sizzling chemistry, heartfelt moments, and a love so fierce it burns through every barrier.

Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

In the quiet town of Dehradun, where the mountains breathe old stories and the winds carry forgotten names, a baby's cry pierces the silence..changing everything. Rudra lives with a past buried in shadows and a ten-month-old child clinging to hope. Aadhvita, soft-spoken and shrouded in silk, is thrust into his life not by choice, but by a twist of cruel fate. She doesn't know his truth. He doesn't understand her silence. And yet, their hearts begin to stir... cautiously, like strangers drawn to a familiar song. But behind the lullabies, there are secrets. Why did he leave everything behind? Why does the child look at her like he's known her forever? And what happens when two broken people start to build something real-while the world watches, whispers, and waits? "Love didn't knock. It quietly walked in, holding a baby." A tale of love unasked for, of a bond born in shadows, and the kind of quiet longing that never leaves once it arrives.