Inqilab انقلاب Sometimes people find their way around through, Politics. Power. That's exactly what the Chair minister- the to-be prime minister decided to do. A story which revolves around a 20 year old girl Ayrah, fighting her way through the world and her family- Zawayars, though much older, in status and age, The CM of Pakistan uses her to get through his revenge. 1 in #urdu ( 17/3/2026 ) 1 in #politics ( 5/4/2026 ) 2 in #runaway bride ( 12/2/2026 ) 12 in #Pakistan ( 13/3/2026 ) 12 in #Pakistan ( 13/3/2026 )

BOOK 1 OF COLLISION SERIES *(CAN BE STAND ALONE)* Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practiced smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, his presence alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~

"𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓." Devraj Suryavanshi is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, carrying a political legacy built on power, loyalty, and secrets no one dares to question. Vedika Shekhawat is a fearless journalist determined to uncover the truths his family has spent years burying. She was never supposed to become part of his life. To Devraj, Vedika was meant to be nothing more than a weapon in the revenge he had planned against her father. A pawn whose name could wound the man he held responsible for destroying his family. Instead, she became the one weakness he could no longer control. Bound together by a marriage neither of them can escape, Vedika finds herself trapped inside the Suryavanshi empire, where every smile hides an agenda, every relationship carries a debt, and every locked door guards a truth written in blood. The deeper she digs into Devraj's family, the more dangerous her questions become. Why was she kept away from India for twenty years? What truly happened between the Shekhawats and the Suryavanshis? And why does the man who married her for revenge protect her as though losing her would destroy him? Some secrets were buried to protect a legacy. Some were buried to hide a crime. And some were buried because the truth could ruin them both. For the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would burn it all down for. Because she was supposed to be the price of her father's sins. Instead, she became the reason Devraj might destroy everything he was born to inherit.

Krisha mehta is fashion designer by profession,24, and the temporary CEO of her father's empire by responsibility. She has learned one rule very well: emotions are weaknesses, and weakness is dangerous. She hates him. With a depth that even she refuses to understand. Why does she hate him? That answer is locked away in her silence-a secret she protects at all costs. She believes she knows the truth-believes that no one understands it better than she does. She thinks she has already seen through him, judged him, and closed that chapter forever. But the truth is far more dangerous. Because she doesn't know everything. He does. While she lives with half-answers and buried memories, he knows the entire story. Every detail. Every secret. Every reason she hates him. And while she believes he is just a man she despises, he has been watching her from the shadows for the past five years. Obsessing. Waiting. Wanting. To him, she was never just a woman. She was a fixation. As their worlds collide, buried secrets begin to surface-secrets that blur the line between love and control, hatred and desire. Because when a woman who believes she knows the truth meets a man who actually holds it... Nothing stays hidden.

Myra Sinha has mastered the art of silence. After losing her friends and battling trust issues, she's built a wall around her heart, convinced that love isn't meant for someone like her. But someone is watching. From the other side of the classroom, a boy notices everything-her intelligence, her quiet strength, the sadness in her eyes. He admires her from afar, writing about her in a notebook only he knows exists. Words become his only voice, his way of reaching out without ever speaking. What he doesn't know is... Myra sees him too. Two hearts, burdened by unspoken feelings, aching to connect in a world where silence has always been safer than love. Will they ever find the courage to write their story together? Tropes* - soft romance - spicy romance - High school romance - she fell first, he fell harder - opposite attracts - love at first sight - insecurities - Shy girl x backbencher guy

Aryan Singhania...A Mafia lawyer and a well known Cricketer.... known for his calm and sharp mind while playing cricket and using that same sharpness in boardrooms full of Dangerous Criminals...One of the most eligible bachelors of the country...He knows how to rule but never to bow... Ritika Chauhan...A common average girl...After doing her Engineering she became a Manager of a ceo of a well known company... She is a soft hearted girl...but never scared of protecting her loved ones and standing up for herself... They met ..They dated even after their most trusted friends tried to separate them ...they survived....but one incident shattered everything...their love..their friendship... After two years they meet again...Not as the collegemates ...not as someone they knew...but as strangers.... What happened that drifted them apart? Will the gap in time be able to erase their pain and suffering?? Will they forgive each other and start a new journey? Will the future help them heal or will it drift them more apart?

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕- 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓. 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏? Dark thriller romance || mature themes

She met him on the worst night of her life. At a police station. Shaking. Broken. Unheard. Trisha thought monsters looked like criminals. She was wrong. Vish doesn't save people. He studies them. He dissects fear. He understands the exact moment a person begins to depend on the very thing destroying them. When their worlds collide, it isn't love at first sight. It's control. It's obsession. It's a slow tightening of invisible chains. He doesn't touch her at first. He doesn't need to. Because the most dangerous cages aren't made of iron - they're built inside the mind. And by the time Trisha realizes she's trapped, she's no longer sure she wants to escape.

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

𝑫𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏... 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒓. 𝑬𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒏, 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒌𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒅𝒊, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒓𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒒𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈... 𝒀𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒒 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝒏𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒈 𝒌𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍 .