This is the story of 6 couples who were in a friend group in childhood but the main leads are Ishaan malhotra and Raina sharma. There childhood gang which was formed due to the close friendship of Malhotra and Sharma family. The group was broken 6 years ago due to the movement of its members in different areas..yet their families frendship remained the same still. Raina sharma is the 17 years old extrovert girl who crushes over her childhood friend Ishaan malhotra who is an introvert boy , moved to Mumbai due to his father's construction contract after 6th class leaving the chaos of his group along with his family, later they again shift in Delhi after 6 years. As Raina finds out that he is back how will there love story begins ? Everything was changed after 6 years, their friendship and there bond. How will two different personalities fall in love? What will happen to the other friends lovestory? Ishaan Malhotra X Raina sharma Aastha Malhotra X Abhijeet Sharma Vishika Sharma X karan Malhotra Prerna Sharma X Prashant Malhotra Mehek Shivhare X Nakul Malhotra Vedansh X Unnati Sharma

ZAHRA PATHAN A fierce, ambitious designer who has spent a year fighting to open her clothing brand's store in the most premium mall in the country: MGG. ABBAS ALI KHAN The cold, ruthless CEO of MGG, who kicks brands out of his mall if they fail to pay even a single month of rent. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "I'd rather throw away partners than carry dead weight," he states coldly. "If this is how you treat business partners, no wonder you build malls, because relationships clearly aren't your thing," she taunts. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ Zahra thinks he is an arrogant dictator. Abbas thinks she is a chaotic woman with no filter on her mouth. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "You're pathetic," she grits her teeth. "Only for you," he replies. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "Mr. Ostrich!" The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. He blinks. "Did you just call me an ostrich?" "Yes, you look like a human ostrich," she laughs mockingly, gesturing to his tall frame. "Are you 6'7 or something?" ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ He tilts his head and mutters, "A little fish." "Excuse me?" She blinks. "Have you seen a fish flapping when it's out of the water? You look exactly like that right now. All angry and afraid." ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ By day, they fight like cats and dogs. But by night, they are forced to retreat to the same bedroom. Bound together by an arranged marriage, they vow to never cross the line. But forced proximity is a dangerous game, and between the stolen glances and late-night arguments, the ice begins to melt. One miraculous night, the enemies fall completely in love. ⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ "You know, I can't live a single day without you," he whispers, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Then I'll have to leave you one day... just to tease you," she chuckles against his chest. It was supposed to be a joke. But on one unfortunate night... she actually leaves.

𝐓𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧... 𝐓𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚-𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢... 𝐓𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡-𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢... 𝐌𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐚... 𝐏𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚... 𝐓𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚... Shaurya Dixit was everything the world admired - disciplined, brilliant, untouchable. Calm on the outside, unreadable within. Success followed him like a shadow, but so did silence. Aarohi Sharma was fire wrapped in laughter - ambitious, fearless, and the heart of every room she walked into. Yet behind her confidence lived a girl who had learned to survive without leaning on anyone. When a new academic rival enters her perfectly controlled world, sparks don't just fly - they collide. What begins as competition slowly turns into something neither of them is prepared to face. Because sometimes love isn't loud. Sometimes it grows in stolen glances, unfinished arguments, and feelings left unsaid. But when pride stands where confession should, even the strongest hearts can break. And some love stories... don't end when they're supposed to. ----⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ♡ ･:*ೃ࿔⋆---- Original work by author_avani Cover made by me

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 " 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 " " 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒂. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔. " 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚

Eighteen years after her parents' divorce, a young influencer and documentary creator decides to visit India with a hidden motive. Her father was a politician of Uttar Pradesh, yet she had spent her entire life hating everything about politics- until fate brought her face to face with the state's cold, rising politician who was worshipped by people like their god. And the most twisted part was that HE ALSO HAPPENED TO BE HER FATHER'S MAIN OPPONENT IN THE ELECTIONS. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? -------- #1 political - 14 Jun 2026

"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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐮𝐫𝐲 (𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞) 7 years of an unhealthy and dirty obsession and one night changed the life of 'Arushi shekhwat' When she is forced to marry her fathers murderer ᯓ★ 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 His whole life was based on a lie, a cruel one. Emotionally abandoned by parents at a young age. Raised with guns and blood. But then she came, right into his dreams, what was she Mafia. Assassin. Murderer. Every single word spoke about him very very clearly! Being the heir or the Oberoi family after the death of the forgotten heir. Years ago, they had promised. If she would marry him, now was the time to fulfil it. "𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟕 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞" ****** 𝐀𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Being the rightful heir of the Shekhawat throne, She yet was banished from the business rights due to nothing else but her gender. Being a hacker in the morning, And a stalker/biker at night could describe her own life. Forced into an engagement she never wanted. But the escape came very soon. Lying about her being in Madly love with a guy she stalked not knowing that her whole life would change when she would become the bride of the Oberoi's. "𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬" ᯓ★ Read to find out.

Betrayal never stays buried. Despite the depth of the hole it has buried into, it crawls through the bloodlines- starving, festering. It slowly spreads through the heritage like a plague- poisoning and rotting whatever comes in its way. Decades ago, empires fell due to the same illness. Families burned to ash, blood spilled onto the road as dynasties came crashing down. What was supposed to be a tie of blood, was cut down with the dagger of treachery and greed. But the past isn't dead, it's patient. It remembers. Jiya protects her heart of gold with the steel of bitterness. Soft where she chooses, steel everywhere else. Trusts too easily for some, not nearly enough for others. One wrong glance and she could bleed. Or bend knees. Diya was chaos wrapped in control. Harsh, sharp and untouchable to other. The poison of heritage amused her like some clown in the circus. But for the few she loves, she breaks herself open willingly. Nikola's intelligence is a weapon, His patience a trap. Viransh's charm is guillotine. They don't chase, they trap. They don't lie, they bend the reality on their wills, carving their chosen words into the depth of your mind. Every silence is a strategy and every glance a warning. From ruins, they rose. Bratva. Cartel. Power rebuilt darker and lethal than before. They lost as a dynasty and rose as reign of carnage. Now the past is clawing into the present. Unknown empires washing up to the shore like corpses floating loosely around the sea. Loyalties are fractured and past is questioned. Hearts are crushed down by the weight of treachery and hate. Nothing is sacred. Nothing goes away untouched- love, innocence and trust. Blood will stain hands, desire and betrayal would carve itself into everyone's heart. And by the time this gamble would end, only the cunning minds and strongest hearts would remain with their blood-stained hands and carnage carved into their bones.