Devotion Stories

If you want to see a strong female lead then here it is. "I witnessed his all personalities from crazy cool irritating dude to cold and distant one. We come to the extent there is no go back from here" When world knows him as a dominant she have enough power to make him Beg Kneel in front of her. ___ Meet VEDANSH RAYCHAND 'Ceo of VR corporation, A man who is being called at 'THE SHARK' in the world od business a cold ruthless young man with sward like tongue, building his business in every sectors. Aroohi Shashtri a young business woman who owns the perfume brand, CEO of Arfume. Once childish bubbly kind of girl turned into bold, cold hearted women. Join the journey of two ex-childhood bestfriend. --- All Rights Reserved

"Kuch log takraate nahi... taqdeer se milte hain." She was fire in chaos - a tornado in a ponytail with dreams louder than her voice. He was royalty wrapped in softness - the kind of boy who could make silence feel like poetry. When Tara Kashyap steps into the grand corridors of Udaipur's Vedanta Royal Academy School, she doesn't know her world is about to collide - literally - with Ayaan Singh Rathore, the school's most admired prefect with a last name that echoes legacy. A story of friendships, longing, royal bonds, slow-burn love, and the ache of unspoken emotions. Because some stories don't need a grand beginning - just one moment of ibaadat to last forever. --- > "He was everything royal. She was everything real. Together? Ibaadat."

She only needed a place to stay. Six boys. One house. One simple agreement. They're disciplined. Intelligent. Controlled. The kind of men who don't raise their voices - because they don't need to. At first, their attention feels like coincidence.
Then it feels like concern.
Then it feels like something else. They remember her schedule better than she does.
They anticipate her needs before she speaks.
They close ranks without discussing it. No one tells her she can't leave. They just make sure there's nowhere better to go. She studies how influence works - how small choices can shape behavior without anyone noticing. What she doesn't realise is that she's living inside a system designed around her. Six different personalities.
Six different obsessions.
Six ways to protect her.
Six ways to keep her. And the most dangerous part? They don't fight over her. They align. Because when control is wrapped in kindness,
when protection starts to feel like possession,
when the doors lock softly instead of slamming shut- you don't realize you're trapped until you try to walk away. And by then... it's already too late.

♡ RUHANIKA SHEKHAWAT × ABHINAV SINGH RANAWAT ♡ "Kya mang rahi hai apne Shiv jii se?" "Aapko." A tale of two hearts, bounded by love, separated by norms. Trapped in a loop of finding and losing each other. A palace of deceit and lies, waiting to unfold for centuries. Read to find out if they meet this time; or is this boon actually a bane. Tropes~ Slow Burn Forbidden Love Love At First Sight Mystery Secrets Devotion Royalty From Rival Families ♡ Pranpriye × Dushtmanav ♡

Mahira Sharma - A whirlwind of energy and chaos, Mahira is talkative, dramatic, and clumsy, often getting herself into funny situations. She's ordinary in background but extraordinary in personality - a hopeless romantic who dreams about love but has zero experience. She's passionate about photography, capturing moments in her own vibrant way. Mahira has been admiring Shaurya, her brother's Advik best friend, for a long time, but she isn't sure if it's love yet - so she calls it "admiration." Around him, she oscillates between mischief and genuine affection, often getting flustered just by his presence. Shaurya Malhotra- Calm, introverted, and sharp-minded, Shaurya is Advik bestfriend since childhood and Mahira quiet protector. He observes more than he speaks and keeps to himself, maintaining emotional boundaries because he doesn't want to cross lines with his best friend's sister. He cares about Mahira, but in a careful, measured way. Shaurya loves reading, finding solace and focus in books - a calm contrast to Mahira's lively energy.

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ᴏꜰ 'ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ' ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. #ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. She wasn't meant to cross his path, yet she stumbled straight into his world of shadows. He wasn't meant to keep her, yet he bound her with vows she never chose. She believed in love, while he believed in power and ego. But every time her innocence collided with his darkness, something inside him shifted- a hunger, a madness, a pull he couldn't name. She was supposed to be a pawn. She became his obsession. And in a world where love tastes like sin and devotion feels like war- she will either be the reason he redeems himself... or the excuse he uses to burn it all down. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌑 " This isn't just a love story. " It's a warning. A prayer. A scream behind closed doors. If you're looking for butterflies, walk away. But if you're ready to bleed with every page- Welcome to the ashes. Welcome to the reign. Let the restraints begin. { The chapters aren't the final version of what's shown!! Changes can be made. Can be re-edited. }

~Viyansh Singh and Kridha Ray~ "Mr. Krish Singh" I teased him. He stopped. He turned around smirking. He took very slow steps towards me and meanwhile, I was trying to act as if his predatory walk did not have any effect on me. He towered over me looking into my eyes as my head shot up. I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and I knew my heart skipped a beat. "Why would you call me with your fictional character's name whom you have a crush on, pearl?" With this, his face came closer to mine, our noses touching and I swear I could feel a pang in my chest as I gulped. His smirk widened as he tilted his face and his hand slightly brushed mine making me shudder as he spoke up. "Does that mean........you have a crush on.........me, author?" He whispered, his breath fanning my lips and his eyes scanned my face, his evergreen smirk never wavering away as he moved away. He took some steps backwards, his hands in his pocket as he was looking at me smirking. And I? I stood there frozen looking at him, not knowing why. He winked at me, turned around and left and that's when I released my breath heavily. I, being the author of the book whose main character he was going to play, have to be around him now for god knows how much of the time. All I knew was..... 'FILMY PYAAR' WAS GOING TO TURN MY WORLD UPSIDE DOWN.

I greet the wind like an old friend, knowing I have found my place.

"What if one day I disappear?" Aarna asked quietly. Daivik's gaze darkened, his eyes never leaving hers. He stepped closer before saying softly, "Then I'll spend every breath of my life searching every corner of this world... until I find you." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. She was fire. He was ice. She could melt glaciers. He could freeze volcanoes. This is the story of when fire meets ice. She was ready to burn everything in her path... And he was there, standing behind her, protecting her from being consumed by her own flames. They say opposites attract... and here, they truly do.

"𝑇𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑖 𝑘𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑦𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑗ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑖𝑞𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑙 𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑚 𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑡𝑖 ℎ𝑜" ISHQ HAI ********************************************************* " Sometimes we don't need advice. We just need someone to sit with us in the silence " Vrindika Mahajan a 11th class student who had always kept to herself. Quiet, sharp, and focused, she excelled in her studies and carried her thoughts like a secret companion. Living only with her grandfather-the only person who truly loved her-she had learned to smile, laugh, and blend in at school without ever letting anyone close enough to see the real her. Shashank Malhotra was everything she was not. Outgoing, mischievous, and fearless, he was always on the move-teasing friends, getting into trouble, and somehow making even ordinary days feel alive. Sleepy at times, bold at others, he never cared much for studies but had a presence that made people notice him, whether he wanted to or not. A WOMEN WHO IS NOT INTERESTED TO FALL IN LOVE IN THIS GENERATION - VRINDHIKA A MAN WHO MAKES ALL HIS EFFORTS TO MAKE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM - SHASHANK " "I don't know what love is for people... all I want is to worship her, to kiss the ground she walks on, to be devoted to her." - SHASHANK

Klare Arvin, a teenage girl, joined the school's camp adventure. The camping was quite fun, though at one point her friends invited her to their group for forest exploration. As they were walking, they stumbled upon an old cabin. Immediately, she felt something was wrong, but her friends convinced her to check inside. And she really regretted it... Inside was ritualistic stuff and sigils, and then she felt a presence that made her call up to her friends to report back in camp. As they were walking back to the camp, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Since then, she knew that wherever she goes, that presence will follow her... Rankings: 1st #visit mar 28 2026 3rd #woods mar 07 2026 1st #cabin mar 19 2026 4th #cabin mar 20 2026 5th #cabin mar 07 2026 8th #darkforest 07 2026

[BOOK 1 OF "ISHQ" SERIES] Only in the ghats of banaras did he find his peace. But she never searched for peace, but for chaos. On one such faithful day when he asked for his solutions from his ganga maa Suddenly there she was standing there with the wildest hair and the biggest frown on her face. Will that frown turn into a smile after meeting him? Or will she cry even more? Priyanshi Ghosh had been this bubbly and chulbuli girl till her first heartbreak at the young age of 16. She was unaware of the games of love destiny pulls till she faced it herself But she was determined that one man cannot decide her whole life so she will definitely forget everything and be the funniest person in the room once again. Now love has nothing to do with her, its just her career ,friends and family Yuvraj Agnivanshi had been the biggest devotee of his ganga maa and krishna ji ever since he had been born and brought up in the ghats of banaras. Drawing the ghats of banaras and giving his whole life to his gods and the one girl he loved was all about him But life had another plans and a heartbreak awaiting him. It has been 3 years and he cannot forget her yet. Having to leave his passion for his career had been the toughest for him too. But he believed god always had some good on his plate for him. And he believed everything will get better. Was it going to get better? Will the two souls collide and find a ishq which knows no bounds and will go to the heavens? Or will it just be another heartbreak?

Best friends to lovers trope this story is not about toxic love it is about hope obsession the kind that grows quietly in the background in classrooms in small moments unsaid words it is about loving someone without knowing when it started and realizing it when it's already too deep to ignore if you have ever looked at someone and felt something you couldn't explain the stories for you..

Nani was born into power, but never into warmth. In a house where love sounded like orders and silence meant survival, he learned to be soft, to be quiet, to take up as little space as possible. They called him gentle but what they meant was easy to ignore, easy to use, easy to break. He didn't fight it. He simply endured, like he always had, unaware that something inside him, once pushed far enough, wouldn't stay gentle at all. Sky didn't belong to anyone. The city bent around his name, but he moved through it untouched cold, distant, and empty in ways people couldn't understand. He didn't care about people, didn't believe in attachment, didn't hesitate when someone's existence ended in front of him. But one night, in a dark alley that should have meant nothing, he saw Nani ; fragile, unaware, breathing like the world was too heavy and for the first time, Sky didn't walk away. He didn't save him out of kindness. He kept him out of something far worse. From that moment on, Nani became the only thing Sky wanted to look at, the only thing he refused to let go of-even if it meant watching from the shadows, even if it meant wanting him in a way that wasn't safe. And then there was Dew , raised to stand against Nani, to compete, to destroy. Where Nani stayed quiet, Dew burned with quiet hatred, waiting for the right moment to tear him apart piece by piece. To Dew, Nani wasn't innocent - he was a weakness wearing a soft face, something that needed to be broken to prove a point. One boy who endures. One who obsesses. One who wants to ruin. And in between them, Nani breathes softly... not knowing that one is watching him like something to keep, and the other is waiting to watch him fall. " I don't need you to love me... just don't belong to anyone else."

"You were supposed to protect me ....not leave me to die ". 1837 In the distant past, when the world was young and shadows ran wild, a legendary group of ancient hunters stood as humanity's last defense against the unspeakable horror known as the Nhyxar - monstrous beings born of forbidden rituals and insatiable hunger. Among the blood and ruin, a story of tragedy, obsession, and undying love was written. Even in the face of endless despair, one beacon of hope remained. Bound by vengeance, driven by heartbreak, and strengthened by hope, they fought an endless war against the darkness. This is the forgotten battle... the untold legacy... where love becomes the fiercest weapon, and destiny is written in blood.

A flower vendor, a garland thief, and the tenderness of devotion. Brumal Solace is where winter blooms, and love remembers itself.

If you have paid for a copy of this e-book, please demand for your money back because this is free. Please feel free to give out a copy of this e-book to everyone you know who needs it. I have written this for confused women who don't know how to value themselves. I've written this book for that young lady who doesn't see her worth. I have written this for that insecure girl who wants to take her own life because she feels her life isn't worth living anymore. May God use the words in this to breathe life into tired souls. What makes me qualified to write this kind of e-book? I can tell you that I was once very insecure about myself. I have been all that I've mentioned above. When I was a child, I had death wishes. When I grew into a teenager, I wanted to kill myself or wanted to disappear and be invisible. When I grew into adulthood, I was so insecure about my own self-worth that I let it stop me from living the life I was supposed to live. But I outgrew all of these because I grew confident - confident of God and myself. I won't say that I've reached the perfect level of confidence but I grew up a lot. In this e-book, I will talk about confidence and identity. I hope you will take the time to take this growth development with me. I have made this a God-book because after all - God is the source of confidence.

Love. People say it is simple. But, maybe it is something quieter. Something deeper. Something that does not just touch your heart, but slowly becomes a part of who you are. For Radhe, love was never just a feeling. It was devotion. The kind that exists in small moments. In silence. In the way you choose someone even when you are unsure of yourself. She was a writer. She could turn emotions into words so effortlessly that people felt seen through her stories. But when it came to her own life, she always stood at a distance. "Mujhe koi kyun pyaar karega...?" That thought stayed with her longer than it should have. Shyam was different. His life was built on discipline, routine, and control. An athlete who believed in focus more than feelings. For him, anything that could distract him had no place in his world. And love? "Pyaar sirf logon ko weak banata hai." He believed that. Until the day he saw her. "Maine aapko pehli baar dekha... aur pata nahi kyun laga jaise main aapko pehle se jaanta hoon." Radhe felt it too. "Yeh ham nahi kar rahe, Hamari kahani likhi hui hai." What begins as a single moment turns into something neither of them can ignore. It is not just attraction. It is DEVOTION. TUM TAK: Devotion Disguised as Love A journey where love is not just felt, it is lived.