First book in political series. She fought with her whole family for one city. Chandigarh. Her father said no. Her brother said no. Her mother cried and said no. And every time she asked why, their faces changed. As if that city held a name they never wanted to hear again. As if someone there still remembered them. She thought they were just scaring her. She thought Chandigarh was freedom. Freedom from her village, from her big surname, from everyone watching her. But freedom has a price. First night in Chandigarh, Sector 15. A PG that was already paid. A room that was already booked on the top floor, with a balcony right in front of the main road. A call from a private number. "PG pasand aaya?" She never told anyone her PG address. She never told anyone she was coming. Someone in Chandigarh knew she was coming from months. Someone who still remembers the little girl who used to fight for chocolate. She doesn't remember him at all. He never forgot her. She came to Chandigarh to study. He made sure she stays right where he can see her. > Dark Romance | Age Gap | Obsession | He Falls First & Harder | Childhood Connection| University President x Fresher | Punjabi Background | Future MLA x Ludhiana Girl

"So... I failed," I whispered. He laughed softly. "Princess, you scored 88%. That's huge." "I worked so hard," my voice broke. "For Baba... and for you." He cupped my face gently. "And we are PROUD of you," he said firmly. "Percentages don't define you. Your effort does." Tears spilled. "But... your kiss," I sobbed. "I wanted it so badly." He sighed, amused and soft at the same time, then sat on the bed and curly his finger to call me towards him, "Come here." Make me stand in front of him. "You studied for a kiss?" he teased. I nodded miserably. He laughed. "You're unbelievable." I sniffed. "You're mean." He wiped my tears with his thumb. "My bad luck! Hump ! Let go," I wip my nose with my hoodie sleeve "my ice cream must be waiting," I say while pouting makes him chuckled. I was just about to pull away when I felt something warm and soft press against my lips, making me freeze. My breath hitched as I realized-Amar had just kissed me. "𝐀𝐛 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐞?"😉 "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫-𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦."

Saanvi Verma lost her mother the day she was born and her father when she was only six. Since then, her life became a silent battle. Raised in a house where she was blamed for everything, she grew up hearing cruel words instead of lullabies. Soft, fragile, and innocent, she learned to survive without affection, without protection, and without a voice. Ashvik Rajvanshi is the complete opposite of her world. A 29-year-old ruthless CEO, powerful and feared, with eyes as dark as his secrets. He doesn't believe in weakness. He only believes in control but fate has strange plans. When the most innocent girl becomes the wife of the most dangerous man, will she finally find the love she never received? Or will she lose herself in his world of power and darkness? A story of pain, possession, secrets, and a love that was never meant to be... yet impossible to escape. Let's read and see what happens between them. 🖤🌸

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

Prem-Leela Series Book- 01 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚) "Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered. I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces and politics? And yet, I found myself saying yes. In a sunlit courtyard filled with the fragrance of marigolds and the cheers of villagers, I became Mrs. Regal Rathore, Queen of Raipur. But this was more than a marriage; it was a rebirth. Mature content ahead! Started - 4.07.2024 Ended - 6.04.2025 Copyrightnwanaa©2024_™

Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

She was forced into a marriage she never wanted... with a man who blamed her for everything he lost. After a tragic incident destroyed his life, he became cold, ruthless, and incapable of love. To him, she was nothing more than a painful reminder of his hatred - the girl he never wanted near him. But fate had other plans. Aarav Singh Rathore, a powerful and emotionless heir, agrees to marry Aadhira only for revenge. He believes her family ruined his happiness years ago, and now he wants her to suffer the same pain he carries in his heart. Aadhira Sharma has spent her whole life hiding behind fake smiles and silent tears. Trapped in a loveless marriage, she tries to survive a husband who hates her existence without even knowing the truth. As secrets unfold, hearts break, and feelings begin to change, Aarav realizes one terrifying thing... Maybe the girl he blamed was never guilty at all. In a story filled with hatred, forced marriage, heartbreak, jealousy, and unexpected love - will they destroy each other completely... or heal the wounds they never showed the world?