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​[He protects the President. She can't even protect her ID card.] ​Major Siddharth Shergill is the President's Aide-de-Camp. A former Para SF operative, he is a fortress of silence, discipline, and lethal precision. To him, chaos is a threat, and emotions are a liability. ​Shreya Verma is a walking system error. A genius cyber-security expert who runs on caffeine and panic, she can crack a firewall in seconds but trips over her own feet daily. ​When Shreya hacks a secure "Service Gate" to sneak into the President's estate for her graduation, she expects a shortcut. Instead, she runs straight into a wall. A six-foot-two, armed, and unamused wall named Major Siddharth. ​He thinks she's an assassin. She thinks he's a statue. ​But when a hidden digital threat targets the President, the Iron Wall and the Glitch are forced to work together. Siddharth must keep her alive, and Shreya must keep him sane. ​The only problem? She is the one security risk he never saw coming. ​⚠️ TROPES: 🇮🇳 Bodyguard x Hacker 🔥 Grumpy Major x Sunshine Genius 🏛️ Political Thriller 🚫 Forced Proximity 📏 Size Difference (He's huge, she's tiny) DISCLAIMER: The Major's Security Risk is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The technical data, military protocols, and engineering concepts described-are for narrative and entertainment purposes only and do not reflect real-world classified information or actual procedures.

Previously known as "The Replaced Groom" 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔶 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔢" ----- Shivani Kumar was supposed to marry the love of her life. Instead, she married his brother. When tragedy strikes on her wedding day, Shivani's world shatters in ways she never imagined. Before she can even process her loss, fate binds her to Vivaan Rathore-the powerful, cold-hearted CEO she has always despised. Vivaan is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to escape. And the way he watches her makes one thing painfully clear... he has wanted her for far longer than she ever realized. But as Shivani struggles to survive a marriage she never chose, disturbing questions begin to surface. The accident. The sudden wedding. The secrets everyone seems determined to hide. Because some tragedies aren't accidents. And some vows are stolen... not given. ---- #1 loveandobsession #1 tragiclove #1 hefallsfirstandharder #1 forcedmarriage #1 secretsandlies #1 separation Start date :- 15 March, 2024 End date :-

{Caged Series} HIS LITTLE AMORE There's No Escape Little Heart She never spoke until and unless she wanted to, emotionless eyes which held numerous hurt behind them, a neutral face. ---------------------- She knew she might die the next second, she bore the pain but didn't shed any tears but chuckled sadly seeing the man who never cried in years was shredding tears for her. She is never worth it for him, a broken soul like her will only bring remorse for him not happiness, Never. "Hey! Get up you aren't leaving me, did you hear me you aren't leaving me it's an order I still have to show you my worst side and you will feel disgusted, get up". "Please" he begged -------------------------------- Join in to dive into their story. Lots of love ~ Author ----------------------------------- #12 Past Trauma #31 Emotional #4 Past Trauma {14/02/2025} #5 Past Trauma {10/06/2025} #8 Delhi {11/04/2026} Started:- Ended:-

"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) _______________________________________________ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every Monday 💗💗 Best rankings: #1 in Relatable _______________________________________________ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. _______________________________________________ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss- UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. Will destiny separate them? Or love will find its NAVYUG?

A simple story about two normal people. No rich boy. No billionaire drama. No unrealistic "perfect love." 🌙 Just stolen glances, loud streets, shared buildings, and feelings growing quietly between ordinary days. Welcome to ✨Delhi✨ Dil walon ki Dilli... where evenings are filled with traffic noises, chai ki smell, random scooter honks, and aunties standing in balconies collecting updates faster than news channels 😭💛 She is chaos wrapped in soft colours 🎀 Talkative. Dramatic. Full of energy. But only at home. Around her mother and sisters, she becomes her loudest, happiest self. A true "ghar ki baddie" in her tiny little world 💅✨ Outside? A little responsible. A little stubborn. A little too used to handling everyone. He is a typical Indian boy 🌿 Easy-going. Playful. Always outside till 8 p.m. because after that, even azaad parindas have curfew 🕊️🏠 He laughs too easily, talks too casually, and somehow always appears exactly where the chaos is happening. They live in the same building. Not some luxury apartment with shiny elevators and rooftop cafés. Just normal floors. Shared walls. Open staircases. Water motors running in the morning. Neighbours yelling names from downstairs. And a terrace full of drying clothes where one careless step can either start a fight... or a conversation 😭✨ Ground floor. First floor. Bas itni si doori. Between park walks, summer evenings, family weddings, late-night terrace air, stupid arguments, "aap bohot annoying ho," and accidental comfort... they slowly become part of each other's routine 💫 Not all love stories begin with destiny. Some begin with shared buildings, noisy roads, and someone waiting near the staircase just a little longer than necessary 🌙

"Ton sourire m'ensorcelle je suis fou de toi. Le désir coule dans mes veines guidé par ta voix" She never knew to escape her cruel destiny she had to carve herself into something much crueler than she ever imagined. Nayanika Roy, the genuine IT girl working in a company born with a silver spoon wanted to escape from the fate that everyone decides for her. But none ever told her that the very next day she would be wearing the sindoor in the name of someone that didn't even hold a single line of introduction in her life's diary or did he? Nivansh Raichand, the ruthless CEO born into the not so rich house, grew himself from the scratches... Who beholds a character as cold and strong as a pillar.. but the only soft corner for him? The growing obsession over a girl who had nothing to do with him.. or is it? Years of vengeance they said.. but was it just vengeance that trapped her into a heinous shackle of reality she never wished for.. ________________ "Kyu khel rahe hai humare jeevan k sath?" "Aur jab aapne khela tha tab?" "Maine kuch nahi kiya tha Nivansh, agar mera Ishq apko khel laga tha toh usme meri koi galti nahi hai, aapke neech pan ka example hai woh. Piyadah banake rakh diya hai aapne hume" "Nahi meri jaan, yeh shatranj ka khel sirf mai chala raha hu, asli piyadah tumne khud ko khud banaya hai"

The air quality of Delhi is toxic, and so is the attraction between them! Dr. Maya Sharma, a passionate pediatrician, is busy fighting for her young patients, the children choking in a city that can barely breathe. For her, every wheezing child is a reminder of what's at stake. While saving the lives of young children and advocating for systemic policy changes for better air quality, she literally has no time for the arrogant engineer with half-baked ideas and a failing startup. Raghav Mehta believes in finding real solutions rather than engaging in baseless protests and unwanted noise. A mechanical engineer by profession, he has left his high-paying job to develop innovative and affordable air filters capable of saving lives, only if someone believed in him, especially the fiery doctor who challenges him at every step. When innovation collides with activism, Maya collides with Raghav. Amidst full-fledged arguments, sparks fly. Debates end in stolen glances and undeniable attraction, leaving them breathless! As families interfere and Delhi spirals into a smog emergency, their love becomes dangerous, yet necessary, just like the air they breathe in. Can two people bound by a purpose, by desire and hope; together fight for a city gasping for breath without losing each other? To know more, dive into the sizzling tale of Raghav and Dr. Maya, to enjoy their electric chemistry and fervent passion. Disclaimer: All the pictures used in the story or the cover belong to the rightful owners. I have taken them from Pinterest or Google.

Jhumka Bareyli Wala is just normal story of normal people with some sorrow in their life with happiness with entertainment and many more a person feels over lifetime. This story is something new for me as it's my first time to write something on Wattpad with confidence. The female lead Vaidayhi Srivastava is a bold girl with witty mouth and loves herself way too much. She always set boundaries for other and never let them cross it. Manav Tripathi...The male lead who's a softie, shy, introvert get to earn Vaidayhi attention. Will Manav and Vaidayhi fall for eachother or something else???? I hope y'all try to read it😭😭 bECAuseeee i don't writeee usually it's just my first timeeeee my swettiessss. Please check it and try to engage with itt my looveliesssssss🤧✨❤️✨ Bhagwan karee app sabhi ko nazar na lagee🗣️ Byee babu sabbb❤️

The Poison of Love Some poisons don't kill you. They just make everything else taste like nothing. He has had her followed. She has broken into his home. He has destroyed her sources. She has dismantled his father's empire piece by piece. They have been at war for four years. And not one single night in four years has either of them slept past 3am. Not one night. Ask them why. Watch them change the subject. ZAIN keeps a journal he won't let anyone read. Urdu poetry, in handwriting like prayer. He has written in this style since he was fourteen. He taught himself from old manuscripts. He thought it was a hobby. It is a memory. NOOR has a box under her bed. Photographs from monuments she can't stop visiting. Sketches she drew in her sleep. A couplet from an Agra archive that made her cry for twenty minutes. She doesn't read Urdu. She had it translated. The translation didn't explain the crying. In 1587, they were cursed. Prince and general's daughter. Forbidden love on the banks of the Yamuna. A dark saint. A moonless night. Words spoken over water that bound two souls together in the worst possible way - together but apart. Finding each other but always wrong. Always enemies. Always burning. Always almost. The condition to break it: One must be willing to destroy themselves for the other. The problem: They're starting to think they might. This is not a love story. This is what love looks like when it has been weaponised by time, twisted by fate, sharpened by four hundred years of getting it wrong - and is finally, finally ready to get it right. Read it if you want to be ruined beautifully. Read it if you believe some things are written before you're born. Read it if you've ever felt grief for something you can't remember losing.

Trained to kill. Forced to marry. Destined to fall. "कहते हैं खुदा ने इस जहाँ में , सभी के लिए ,किसी ना किसी को है बनाया , हर किसी के लिए..." "पर कुछ कहानियाँ मोहब्बत से नहीं... राज़ों से शुरू होती हैं।" Sharvi Rao was never meant to live an ordinary life. In school, she's just the quiet girl no one pays attention to - the one who avoids conversations, keeps her head down, and disappears before anyone can stop her. But beyond classrooms and crowded hallways, Sharvi belongs to a world drenched in blood, secrets, and shadows. A world where enemies fear a faceless ghost who hunts silently and vanishes without leaving behind a trace. The terrifying part? Nobody knows the ghost is only seventeen. Rudra was supposed to stay away from girls like her. Mysterious girls. Dangerous girls. Girls with sadness hidden behind emotionless eyes. Yet somehow, Sharvi becomes impossible to ignore. What begins with arguments and curiosity slowly turns into late-night comfort, unspoken understanding, and a love neither of them saw coming. But love in Sharvi's world comes with consequences. Because every secret has an expiration date. And every person she loves becomes a target. Then one night changes everything. A betrayal. A goodbye without closure. And by morning, the girl Rudra loved was gone... leaving behind nothing except unanswered questions and a heart that would spend years learning to live without her. Start - 19/03/2026 End -

Kya yhi pyaar hai is a young adult college romance story. It's a story about two childhood academic rivals; Kiara oberoi and Swastik. Kiara Oberoi just like her name she lights up the room where ever she goes. A totally social butterfly who loves to be the center of attention. She has been crushing over her academic rival even before she knew the meaning of it. Swastik. A guy who seeks for nothing but academic validation from a young age. His life moto is to make his mother proud of him. He hates his academic rival to core. Can't even stand the sight of her. What happens when Kiara comes back to India after 6 years just for Swastik? Will he reciprocate her feeling or will his old hatred win? Will academic validation become villain in their story? To find out read 'kya yhi pyaar hai'. Tropes: ☆ Academic rivals to lovers ☆ She fell first and he fell harder ☆ Desi romance ☆ Obsessed fmc ☆ College romance

If you have just passed your 12th boards and are considering pursuing a business degree, such as BBA, you must be seeing the term "BBA Entrance Exam" everywhere. Well, you don't have to be confused anymore because you are here. In this blog, we will help you understand what this entrance exam is, the eligibility criteria, syllabus, preparation tips, and more. So, read this blog till the end.

Chapter 1: Two Worlds, One Heartbeat The night sky over Bangalore glowed in shades of blue. Aryan sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, headphones resting over his ears. The soft glow of his laptop illuminated his face while the city outside slept peacefully. Hundreds of miles away, Delhi shimmered beneath streetlights and evening traffic. The city was alive with noise, yet Kiara sat quietly beside her window, watching the fog gather beyond the glass. Their worlds looked different. Their lives moved at different speeds. But their hearts beat for the same reason. Aryan's phone rang. A familiar smile appeared on his face. "Did you know," he said after the call connected, "scientists believe the universe is constantly expanding?" Kiara laughed softly. "And what made you think of that?" "Because I think they're wrong." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" Aryan leaned back in his chair. "The world feels smaller every day. Technology connects everyone. Cities feel closer. People feel closer." His voice softened. "But somehow, the distance between us keeps feeling bigger." Silence settled between them. Not the awkward kind. The comfortable kind. The kind that only exists when two people understand each other completely. Kiara placed her palm against the cold glass window. "You know, Aryan, when your voice reaches me through this window, it sounds different." "Different how?" "Deeper." She smiled. "Almost like you're sitting right beside me." Aryan closed his eyes. For a moment, he imagined he was. And for a moment, the distance disappeared. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2: The Empty Chair Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Video calls became routines. Messages became lifelines. Yet some things remained impossible to replace. One Saturday afternoon, Kiara walked into a small café tucked away in a quiet corner of Delhi. It was beautiful. Warm lights. Soft music. The smell of freshly brewed coffee. The exact kind of place

New part every week!! Alina Kapoor returns to Delhi from Canada Joins a new school, meets new people, everybody likes her... except one Rishaan Oberoi. Alina's never met him, but he seems to have a problem with her as if they knew each other Which obviously isn't true, right?

𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊:- 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘. Please read the first part before reading this one, so that it will be easier for you all to catch the links well. . . . . 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎. . . . . An AU fanfiction.

CEO FL X MAFIA ML He fell first but she fell harder It is a story where two hearts which are broken yet carry the power to heal each other. 💫 Both carry some past that scares them. _________________________________________ "Ruu please don't ever leave me... I can't afford to lose anyone now especially not you ! " She said while tears streaming down her face as she revealed her past expecting him to leave her for the past she carried. "No never My Sunshine don't ever think for a second that I am going to leave you for the scars you have... Never-!!! We are meant for each other so please don't think this. And yes don't cry because I just can't bear to see you crying like this-for me...." He said while cupping her face in his hands, his thumb brushing her cheeks and wiping the tears away from her making a silent vow that he won't ever let even a single tear fall from her eye. Not now-not ever. Whereas she hugged him burying her face in his chest and clutching his shirt in her fists, his shirt soaked from the tears falling from her eyes.

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

Anahira Sharma had one dream - to dance on the biggest stage in the country. She didn't know that one performance would change everything. He watched her from the shadows. He learned her name before she knew his. He decided she was his before she knew he existed. Veer Singhania doesn't ask for things. He takes them. And the moment Anahira's eyes found his across a crowded room - she became the one thing he refused to let go of. She called him mad. She called him dangerous. She was right on both counts. But here's the thing about a man who has decided you belong to him - He's very, very patient. ANAHIRA: THE ECLIPSED LIGHT Some lights don't go out. They just learn what it means to burn in the dark.

𝐽𝑎𝑏 𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑖 𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑘ℎ𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ𝑎........ 𝑡𝑎𝑏 𝑤𝑜ℎ 𝑘ℎ𝑢𝑑 ℎ𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑗ℎ𝑛𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑘𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑘𝑖 𝑝𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑎 𝑘𝑦𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑖. This is a love story-soft, unexpected, and unforgettable. In a city like Delhi, where days move fast and nights feel endless, Pranav is just another medical student caught between lectures, hospital rounds, and a life that barely pauses. Love was never something he chased, but something he believed should be real... or nothing at all. somewhere in this same city, a new story quietly begins with Divya, where her life is only just beginning to unfold. New to everything around her, she carries a quiet belief in love something pure, loyal, and lasting... yet a small part of her has always felt that maybe, just maybe, a love like that was never meant for her. She doesn't know it yet, but this city isn't just giving her a new life it's about to introduce her to someone who will slowly become a part of it. What will happen between them?Will their laughter turn into whispers of love, or will challenges keep them apart? How will their college days shape their hearts, their dreams, and their lives? Every glance, every smile, every unspoken word - will it bring them closer, or tear them apart? Their story is just beginning... and only time will reveal the magic that awaits. *__________________________________*