The aunties sitting outside in the evening, watching everything happening in the street like CCTV. Cows/buffaloes, charpaiyan outside houses, evening tea, children running through the gali, tractors passing by. And those quiet evenings when the whole pind slowly settles down. And THEN you introduce the boy and girl. Jassa Singh → galiyan vich mundli naal ghoomda rehnda energy. seerat kaur →always the sensible one and sometimes sharp tongue when someone annoys herr. 💗we are backkk with little punjabi drama again. give it a tryy but first ready my book "noor" if you didn't! 🙆🏼‍♀️ you will not regret it! give it a tryyyy.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛... 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠: 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑣𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠-𝑡𝑜-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎. ~ "Wanna smoke or not?" "What's the relation between smoking and coming closer to me?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Hai, kyu ni hai," Exhaling another slow plume of grey smoke, he whispered roughly, "Lighter toh nibad liya, so the only option left is lighting your cig with mine and..." He tilted his head, leaving a fingertip's distance between the tip of his cigarette and mine. "And?" I prompted. "And that requires me to be closer to you." I stared at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, then gestured toward the unlit cigarette. He brought the glowing tip of his cigarette toward mine, only to freeze just before they touched. "Why the hell did you stop?" I muttered, holding the cigarette firmly between my lips. "I can't light it..." he said, his gaze dropping to the single inch of space keeping our bodies apart. Agh... This man is teasing me way too much. "You can bend," I suggested. "My back hurts," he said, stepping away just a fraction. "Koi ni, kal lighter laa dyunga fer-" Before he could finish, I hooked a finger through his chain and yanked him forward, erasing that final inch between us. His hand instantly slammed against my waist to catch his balance, his eyes snapping down to lock with mine. "Now will you light it?" He let out a low, husky chuckle. Then leaned in, pressing the burning tip of his cigarette straight into mine until both embers flared together.

𑣲𝐀 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗖𝗘𝗢-𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱-𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲) 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝒋𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒉𝒂𝒓(𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀) 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁? 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓

An arranged marriage ARRANGED BY HIM .......

Rajveer Singh Sandhu. A mayor ek Punjabi munda hai-full of swagger, attitude, charm aur confidence. aur dil jeet lene wala style. Jise apna maan le, uske liye duniya se bhi lad sakta hai. Aur doosri taraf hai Noor Thakur- ek sundar, sushil aur classy ladki, jiske chehre par noor aur aankhon mein gehre raaz. Ek taraf Rajveer ka charm, junoon aur Punjabi fire... Doosri taraf Noor ki elegance, nazakat aur hidden spark... Jab yeh dono milenge, ek aisi kahani shuru hogi jo sab yaad rakhenge. He was her brother in law's friend and she was his bhabhi's bhen.🌷 Manyy more thinggg inside🤫 Try!!

SUMMARY~ A story about real people. Real roots. Real Haryana. Where politics runs in the blood. Where family honor means everything. Where ambitions grow quietly - and then all at once. Vikram Singh Hooda - 28. MLA. A man whose calm is more dangerous than most people's anger. His whole life is his mission. Until one afternoon - everything shifts. Kirti Dahiya - 18. University student in Gurugram. The most extrovert person in every room - until she is standing in front of him. She has her own timeline. Her own terms. Nobody gets a chance before that. Nobody. He fell first. And harder. And She ~~ab sir jiii ne itna kar hi liyaaa h toh chal koi nii maan jaati huuuu --- Slow burn. Real roots. Real Haryana. --- If this sounds like your kind of story - Give it a chance. 🤍 By_Kedira June 2026

Book 1 in Political Series He wasn't the kind of man people spoke about softly. Yuvraaj Singh Malik The young MLA of Haryana. Future face of politics. Son of the current Chief Minister. Calm. Composed. Untouchable. The kind of man who never raises his voice... because people tremble before he ever needs to. Power followed him like a shadow. And so did fear. Until one random afternoon, he sees a girl standing in the middle of the road, arguing fearlessly while helping an old woman gather her fallen belongings. No fear. No hesitation. No interest in who was watching her. And for the first time in years, someone stays in Yuvraaj Singh Malik's mind longer than politics. Kashish Bhardwaj never planned to be noticed by a man like him. A postgraduate student from a strict Brahmin family, a girl balancing studies, work, dreams, and responsibilities all together. Opinionated. Fierce. And completely unaware that every passing day, the MLA of Haryana is beginning to memorize her existence. The routes she takes. The cafés she visits. The dogs she feeds. The expressions she makes when she's angry. It starts with silent glances. Then curiosity. Then obsession. And the scariest part? Yuvraaj Singh Malik has never walked away from something once he decides he wants it. Trops:- ༺ calm dangerous ML ༺ politician × independent girl ༺ he fell first ༺ he fell way too hard ༺ silent obsession ༺ one woman man ༺ "uski pasandida aurat" ༺ the only woman he softens for ༺ eye-contact tension ༺ slow burn romance ༺ Haryanvi ML ༺ strong female lead ❥ This is a completely desi Haryanvi story set in Haryana, so Hindi and Haryanvi dialogues will be used according to the characters and vibe 🌙 ❥ English is not my first language and this is my very first story, so please ignore small grammatical mistakes 😭✨ ❥ I hope you all enjoy Yuvraaj and Kashish's world as much as I enjoy creating it 🤍

He is the law of Mohali. She is a storm he intends to cage. At thirty-two, Arjan Singh Dhaliwal operates in a world where power is absolute, promises are binding, and his word is the final law. As a ruthless, sharp-tongued MLA, he doesn't know how to negotiate, and he certainly doesn't know how to lose. When he sets his dark, piercing gaze on the fierce and beautiful daughter of the Bajwa house, he doesn't just want her hand in marriage...he wants absolute ownership of her heart, her defiance, and her destiny. At twenty-five, Dr. Kudrat Kaur Bajwa has dedicated her life to healing, independence, and the open sky. She is an untamable sparrow with a spicy resilience and a stubborn heart. But a single sight at her, binds her to the powerful Dhaliwal lineage, turning her world upside down. Forced into a marriage wrapped in grand Punjabi traditions, heavy crimson velvet, and ancestral pride, she vows never to bow to the arrogant politician who claimed her. "Look at what you just did! You dragged me like an animal! You don't want a wife, Arjan Dhaliwal, you want a slave! You want to kill my dreams, my career, my identity! You want to lock me in your mansion!" "Je agli vaar pair vi baahar kaddia, te main lataan bhann deniyaan teriyaan. (If next time you even step a foot outside, I will break your legs myself.) I will do whatever it takes to keep you right where you belong......beside me." ... This is a punjabi story, contains translation... Tropes: 1. Age Gap (32 & 25) 2. Alpha / Morally Grey Male Lead 3. Fierce / Independent Female Lead 4. Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity 5. Possessive male lead 6.He Falls First & Harder

{UNEDITED BOOK currently} "Jithe chalengi chalunga naal tere ticktan do leli...." A Punjabi rom com......from college to adult life... WHAT COMES NEXT WHEN 2 PUNJABI GROUPS COLLIDE ??