#2 in Top 10 India (26/08/26) #4 in Top 10 India (25/08/26) #9 in top 10 India (07/08/26) Top ranking💫 🫶 : #2 in recommendation - out of 8.13K stories #2 in possessivehero - out of 2.0K stories #2 in collegeromance - out of 1.5K stories #2 in possessive - out of 1.5K stories #3 in indian - out of 1.5K stories #3 in desi - out of 1.5K stories #5 in india - out of 1.5K stories #5 in jealous - out of 9.34K stories #7 in romance - out of 1.5K stories #20 in story - out of 268K stories #31 in sliceoflife - out of 58.9K stories #249 in watty - out of 10.5K stories Delhi taught Ishita Sharma a lot of things. How to travel alone. How to survive in a new city. How to chase her dreams. What Delhi forgot to teach her was how to deal with Abhiraaj Malhotra. President Sahab!!! Tropes 🎀✨️: GrumpyXSunshine College romance He fell first, she fell harder

A Punjabi rom com......from college to adult life...Four politicians. Four lifelong best friends. When Mehtab Singh Aulakh, Navaan Singh Aulakh, Vaar Singh Bajwa, and Arjan Singh Virk-the ultimate student council gang-clash with the unbreakable girl group of Shiddat Kaur, Ibaadat Kaur, Asees Sharma, and Aina Aggarwal, not knowing something deep is going to weave between them after those countess banters and moments..WHAT COMES NEXT WHEN 2 PUNJABI GROUPS COLLIDE ??

It all started with one glance , one glance it took for Vikram to loose his heart to Maithali . One glance at a wedding was all that led to them sitting in a mandap surrounded by their family . Join the married life of 15 year old Maithali and 17 year old Vikram in the heart of Jaipur in 1965. All the photos taken from Pinterest belonging to their rightful owners

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

m-maat ahh mari h-humka jii d-dard ho raha h-hai ahhh ( please don't hit me it's hurt) smack ------ smack------- smack------- kitni baar kahe toke maat ladoa maa se juban par tohar dimag mai baat nhi samaj ata hai ( how many times do I have to tell you don't give back answers to mom , still you are not getting it) _______________________________________________________ This story is set in 1978 Female lead Ani Dev Ram 18 year old simple girl from middle class family , Fair and beautiful with average height4.10 , petite and fragile girl Dev Ram 29 years old cold man from middle class family, muscular body with height of 5.8 , light brown skin tone, strict as hell Read to find out the story ******************************************** This is purely my work I would not appreciate anyone to copy it others their will be the consequences

It's a typical arrange marriage story dating back to 80's. 𝙎𝘼𝘼𝙉𝙑𝙄 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙅 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 She is 18 y/o girl from a village having less to zero expectation. Growing up she saw how her father treated her mother so she was afraid that her husband would treat her the same. 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙅 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 He is a 25 y/o man wanting to start his own startup in the city. He was attracted to her since the first time he saw her. He loves her shy nature. He does not like to talk much. He is a reserved kind of person. That's it for the description. There will be grammatical errors as English is not my first language.

The story set in 1980's Indian Love story of anita kaashi who belong to poor family as anita's mother work in Royal haveli of singh's raghuveer singh belong to royal family current king who rule all over the country Read to find their love story * pictures are not mine they are from google *

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

╰➤ Book 1 of "her" series ❛Remove your panty, let me see how much mess you've made for me❜ ⋆୨୧˚ꨄ RUDRAKSH & ISHAꨄ⋆୨୧˚ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ᴋʏᴜ ɴʜɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇ ᴀᴀᴘ ʜᴜᴍᴇ!? ᴍᴏʜʙʙᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴛɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ʙʜɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇ...ᴘᴀʀ ᴀʙ ᴀᴀᴘ ʜᴜᴍᴀʀᴀ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ʙᴀɴ ɢʏɪ ʜᴀɪ ୨୧ ᴇꜱᴇ ᴋʏᴜ ᴅᴇᴋʜ ʀᴀʜᴇ ʜ!? ʙᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴋʜ ʀʜᴀ ʜᴜ...ᴋɪ ɢᴜꜱꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɪ ʙʜɪ ᴀᴀᴘ ᴋɪᴛɴɪ ʜᴀꜱᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɢᴛɪ ʜ ୨୧ #1 in ceo #1 in desi romance #4 in dark romance . . This is fiction writing and solely belongs to the author. Do not copyright.. Images and videos are not mine and was taken from Pinterest.. English is not my first language... Do not report my story. Disrespectful msgs will not be tolerated.... Don't compare or mention any other fictional character in my book as I don't like that..and I appreciate if u respect that.. Enjoy🩷

He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : 49,600 ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)