A Love Story written among guns and roses. He rules with a Gun; she heals with a scalpel... Chandni Chowk smelled of antiseptic and gunpowder. An undisputed king... A righteous doctor... A ghost... and an abandoned Code! ... "Battle scars? Mine is from a scalpel during COVID. Border Security. Medical Staff." "Jammu. 2016." ... "You shouldn't be here..." "I shouldn't be anywhere else either." ... "What's Vajra?" "Nothing, if you love your life!" ... No hospital, no names, no mercy! A love story woven between lies, myth, and duties! A story of Guns and Roses. Of Operation theatres and warfare. Of Duty and Desire. ... ... Join me in their story to experience blossoming love in tired hearts. Updates ~ Very Regular, like a heartbeat 🫀

🌑 Welcome to The Cursed Village Nobody enters without a reason. Nobody leaves without losing something. Hidden truths. Missing people. Midnight whispers. Forgotten wells. Strange rituals. And a village that remembers every soul that betrayed it. If you hear your name in the dark... Run. Slow horror • Mystery • Suspense • Secrets • Psychological fear

Still Stuck On You 💔 Five years ago, they were inseparable-best friends who turned into something more. Until one day... she left. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Poorvi Malhotra walked away, leaving behind memories, promises, and a love she was too scared to hold on to. Ayansh Sharma didn't chase her. He let her go... but never really moved on. Now, after five years, fate brings them face to face again In a room full of laughter, their eyes meet. Unspoken words. Unhealed wounds. Feelings that never faded. Because some stories don't end... they stay. And some people... you never stop being stuck on.

They called her Kulakshini. A curse. An omen of death. A burden her own father wished had never been born. Princess Avyukta Chundawat spent her life hidden behind a veil, enduring cruelty, betrayal, and the scars that stole her place in the world. When the pain becomes unbearable, she chooses death over another day of suffering. But death never comes. Instead, something ancient awakens within her. A forgotten princess. A murdered soul. A vengeance that refuses to rest. As the secrets of the Chandravanshi Empire begin to unravel, Avyukta finds herself entangled with the most feared ruler in Aryavarta-Rana Harshvardhan Singh Garwahar, the ruthless King of Lauhgarh. A man who should hate everything she represents. A man whose heart still belongs to a ghost. In a kingdom built on lies, where love and betrayal wear the same face, Avyukta must decide whether she is the cursed girl they claim her to be... Or the queen destined to bring an empire to its knees. "Hume tumhari rooh se prem hai."

Love isn't something you fall into. It's something you learn... slowly, painfully, beautifully. This is a slow-burn story of two hearts discovering that loving someone is not about perfection - it's about patience, growth, and choosing each other every single day.

In Vows, Veils, and Vanishing Acts, the collision between two worlds creates a whirlwind of chaos and chemistry. Advika Vardhan is a middle-class girl and a dedicated classical dancer who finds her rhythm in tradition rather than high-society bank balances. She often feels like an outsider amidst the suffocating traditions of the elite, viewing the wedding's expectations as a "spiderweb" she can no longer endure. ​Standing in her way is Reyansh Oberoi, the future King of Udaipur and the embodiment of a powerful corporate empire. Though he carries the weight of a kingdom with "lethal elegance," he hides a rebellious streak and a sharp, sarcastic wit beneath his royal duty. ​The story unfolds when Advika's attempt to escape through a kitchen service door leads her to slam into Reyansh, only to discover that the future king is just as desperate to vanish from his own throne. What begins as a temporary truce between rivals turns into a chaotic journey of: ​Vows that challenge the rigid identity rights Advika fiercely protects even as she performs the sacred dances of her heritage. ​Veils used as disguises to evade the watchful eyes of the "Iron Lady" and the strict Oberoi family protocols. ​Vanishing Acts that force a middle-class dancer and a royal heir to realize that the only thing harder than running away from their families is running away from each other. ​In a world where reputation is everything, Advika and Reyansh are about to find out that sometimes, you have to lose your status to find exactly where you belong.✨️♥️ 👑 REYANSH OBEROI: (Solo Intro Quote) "Sabko lagta hai main bohot lucky hoon, the future King of Udaipur. Par koi nahi jaanta ki is crown ke neeche main roz thoda thoda ghut raha hai." 💃 ADVIKA VARDHAN: (Solo Intro Quote) "Mujhe nahi chahiye ye high-society bank balances aur dikhaave ki duniya. Meri kismat mere pairon ke ghungroo likhte hain, ye amiri ke mehal nahi✨️."

Sooraj duba hai yaaron do ghut nasha ke maaro, Raste bhula do saare sansaar ke... ​Duniya ne humko diya kya, duniya se humne liya kya, Hum sab ki parwah kare kyu, sabne humko chhod diya.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"Haa, aunty. Yeh rahe mere husband. 6 months pehle hi shadi hui hai humari." "Haa maa, aur aapki bahu pregnant hai. 5 weeks ahead." ... "So, Miss Jalebi. Pakda pakdi khelein?" The corridor witnessed our little Tom and Jerry session. ... We were so close that her heart was thumping against my chest, and mine? Mine was ready to jump out of the balcony behind us. ... She called him her husband before she even knew his name. He chased her through wedding corridors for a pair of stolen shoes. Somewhere between "Miss Jalebi" and stolen glances, he started believing in love at first sight. ... May you fall in love with someone who feels like you! Some loves stitch you together. Others unravel you. Welcome to the Threads! Chapter Updates ~ Very Regular... Like a heartbeat 🫀

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]