Hey pookies!

Welcome to Tangled in You: Only Mine—desi romance book. I'm not a pro writer—just a storyteller. So when you read this, know it's raw, real, and may contain errors, so kindly ignore them. 

This tale is set in a world where marriages aren't always chosen—but hearts still find their way. Where a man can orchestrate fate to get the woman he fell for at first glance, and a woman learns that the softest touch can be the most dangerous. It is about innocent beginnings wrapped in dangerous tension. It's about blushes, stolen glances, silent jealousy, unspoken promises, and the kind of possessiveness that feels like honey and fire at once.
Please give it at least ten chapters before you decide if it's your vibe. If you're here for slow-burn love that simmers between playful fights and burning silences, you'll fit right in. If not? No hard feelings, baby. But if you stay—get ready to fall, hard.

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Blurb:

He stood at the top of the political pyramid—India's youngest, most feared, most desired politician. A man built of speeches, scandals, and secrets. He never believed in love. Never believed in marriage. Until the night he saw her.

She wasn't trying to be noticed. She was just dancing. Eyes full of stars, body flowing like a prayer, a soft-spoken classical dancer lost in rhythm at a high-profile cultural inauguration.
But something in her broke his silence. Shattered every guarded wall he'd built. She didn't even see him watching... but he did more than just see. He felt. And that was dangerous. Instead of chasing her, he used what he knew best—power. He pulled strings. Spoke to the right people. Arranged the perfect marriage proposal through their families. Everyone called it fate. Only he knew it was obsession in disguise.

Now, they're newlyweds—strangers pretending to be partners. She, a delicate storm wrapped in silk and silence. Graceful, shy, awkward in all the ways that make his control unravel. He, the nation's coldest flame—stoic, commanding, and burning with a possessiveness he doesn't even try to hide. He watches her like a hawk. Smiles when she's nervous. Rages when others look at her too long. Touches her like she's glass—and guards her like she's his entire kingdom.

But she's not just innocent. She's curious. Brave in quiet ways. And slowly, without knowing, she begins to touch parts of him he never knew were starved—for affection, for trust, for something as simple as a gentle hand reaching across the dark.

What began as a one-sided obsession starts tangling into something neither of them expected—a slow, burning, tender, explosive kind of love. Their nights become filled with soft arguments, stolen glances, clumsy laughter, unspoken desires, and brushes of skin that speak louder than words. But just as they begin to fall—truly fall—the ghosts of their pasts begin to rise. Secrets. Scandals. Sacrifices. A love born from silence begins to crack under the weight of unspoken truths. Because fate? It never plays fair. And love? It only blooms... right before it burns.

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Meet the Leads:

𝔸𝔸𝔻𝕐𝔸ℕ𝕋 ℝ𝔸𝕋ℍ𝕆ℝ𝔼
The Politician Made of Power and Restraint

"You weren’t a choice, Aayu. You were a curse I craved. A religion I bowed to. You burned through my walls like wildfire in drought— and I let you. I wanted you to. My hands were made to touch you, my sins stitched in your name. If losing myself means loving you, then bury me with your fingerprints on my soul. I don’t want salvation if it means I have to survive without you."

Politician Prince Energy, Calculated, Protective, Possessive, Sharp jaw, sharper mind, Reserved around others, soft around her, Slow smiles, intense eye contact, Daddy vibes, Doesn't beg, but he'd kneel—for her.
He walks like the world owes him silence. Power isn't something he shows—it follows him. Every move is measured. Every word, loaded. But when she's near, his control cracks. Just a little. When he says "mine"—it's not a word. It's a promise carved in obsession. He didn't believe in love. Until she walked in like a prayer. Now, he doesn't just love her—he guards her like sin guards secrets.

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𝔸𝔸𝕐𝕌𝕊ℍ𝕀 𝔸𝔾𝔸ℝ𝕎𝔸𝕃
The Dancer Drenched in Devotion

"You didn't just hold my hand, Aadi—you held the broken, bruised pieces of me and kissed them alive. Loving you is like drowning in fire and smiling anyway. You are the ache in my bones, the scream I whisper into pillows, the softness I never thought I deserved. You made ruin feel like home. And if that makes me mad, then madness is the only truth I trust. I belong to you. Entirely. Fatally. Forever. I'm yours."

Dancer girl, Shy, Sweet, Softly stubborn, Graceful but clumsy when nervous, Devoted to family, scared of love, Will fight if someone crosses him, Looks innocent, but carries quiet fire, Gives in slowly, falls hard. She enters like incense—sweet, unassuming, divine. But look twice, and she's wildfire in disguise. With trembling fingers and a steady soul, she makes him weak in ways no weapon could. She's not the kind of girl who conquers rooms—but she conquers hearts, without knowing. She didn't ask for love. But when he looked at her like that, how could she run? Now, she belongs to him. And secretly... she likes it.

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Other Characters:

Rathore Family & Circle:

Rajveer Rathore – Aadyant's father and mentor; 46 years; Political leader. A loving yet power-driven patriarch, calm but commanding.

Sunanda Rathore – Aadyant's mother; 44 years; Supports Rajveer in politics; graceful and emotionally wise, with a soft corner only for Aadyant.

Rudra Rathore – Aadyant's grandfather; 63 years; Retired High Court judge; firm and principled. A voice of justice, feared yet deeply respected.

Devyani Rathore – Aadyant's grandmother; 59 years; Traditionalist matriarch; enforces order like gospel. Sharp eyes, sharper rules—nobody dares break them.

Kavya Raghavan – Aadyant's elder sister; 30 years; Business consultant; sweet, dramatic, and delightfully annoying. Aadyant's biggest tease and fiercest cheerleader.

Anirudh Raghavan – Aadyant's best friend; Kavya's husband; 31 years; Software company founder; funny, grounded, and soft-hearted.

Aarav Raghavan – Aadyant's nephew; Kavya's son; 1 year; Resident troublemaker; mischief in diapers and everyone's favourite cuddle-bug.

Col. Arvind Rathore – Rajveer's younger brother; Aadyant's Chacha (paternal uncle); 42 years; Ex-Army officer; strict and discipline-loving. A man of rules, silent respect, and hidden regrets.

Ritika Rathore – Arvind's wife; Aadyant's Chachi (paternal aunt); 39 years; Housewife; runs the Rathore household like a queen, but with cold sarcasm and a love-hate vibe with everyone.

Shaurya Rathore – Arvind's son; Aadyant's cousin brother; 21 years; Full-time gamer, part-time philosopher. Playful, kind, and secretly craving recognition beyond the screen.

Aahana Rathore – Arvind's daughter; Aadyant's cousin sister; 17 years; High schooler; bubbly, witty, and full of light teasing. Her laughter breaks even Aadyant's stone-cold moods.

Dr. Devansh Mehta – Sunanda's elder brother; Aadyant's Mama (maternal uncle); 40 years; Psychologist; emotionally distant but intellectually present. The quiet protector, deeply analytical.

Smita Mehta – Devansh's wife; Aadyant's Mami (maternal aunt); 38 years; Housewife; humble, sweet, and the warmest presence at family gatherings.

Saanvi Mehta – Devansh's daughter; Aadyant's cousin sister; 20 years; MBBS student in her 2nd year; kind, empathetic, and rarely home—lost in books and hostel corridors.

Neil Suryavanshi – Aadyant's friend; Business Partner; 27 years; Co-founder of Aadyant's fashion & essentials brand; chaotic energy in a sharp suit—charming and unpredictable.

Yug – Aadyant's secretary; 26 years; loyal, sarcastic, funny, and always five steps ahead of any political drama.

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Agarwal Family & Circle:

Ashok Agarwal – Aayushi's father; 40 years; Runs a fashion design firm; kind-hearted and quietly proud of his daughter's grace.

Sunita Agarwal – Aayushi's mother; 36 years; Fashion designer and homemaker; soft-spoken strength, balancing business with tradition.

Kamala Agarwal – Aayushi's grandmother; 65 years; The family's moral compass; strict, spiritual, and rooted in old values.

Pradeep Jain– Sunita's elder brother; Aayushi's Mama (maternal uncle); 38 years; Business partner at Ashok's firm; ambitious and practical, always eyeing opportunity.

Meera Jain– Pradeep's wife; Aayushi's Mami (maternal aunt); 34 years; Housewife; loves her son fiercely but often shadows Aayushi with quiet jealousy.

Dhruv Jain – Pradeep's son; Aayushi's cousin brother; 18 years; First-year BSc student; friendly, dependable, and Aayushi's go-to for everything emotional but not academic.

Preeti Bhardwaj – Aayushi's best friend; 19 years; Aayushi's best friend; extroverted, loyal, and a walking-talking chaos cloud with a golden heart.

Kunal Sharma – Aayushi's dance partner; 21 years; Senior contemporary dancer; intense, expressive, and deeply connected to Aayushi through every move.

Raghav Mehta – Aayushi's best friend; 20 years; Final year BBA student.

Ayush Chauhan – Aayushi's ex brother (from another mother); 26 years; Working at a company; once her everything, now a painful memory.

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Rest characters will be introduced in the book later. These are some important characters whose role is specific. 

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Tropes:

Age Gap (6 years);
Arranged Marriage;
Slow Burn;
Shy x Wild;
He Fell First, She Fell Harder;
Love at First Sight;
Grumpy x Sunshine;
Politician x Dancer (Power x Grace);
Touch-Starved, Emotionally Starved (Both);
Protective Male Lead (Jealous, Brutal, Possessive);
Protective Male Lead (Jealous, Brutal, Possessive);
Secretly Soft Hero (only for her);
Innocent Clumsiness;
"Don't Touch What's Mine" Energy;
Fated Connection;
Hidden Past, Twisted Present;
Public Powerplay x Private Yearning;
Angst With A Happy Ending. 

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New chapters drop when the vibes are right, your comments fuel me, and the blush is real.

Thank you for being here. Now sit back, buckle up, and get tangled. 
Because baby, once he's got you, you're only his.

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Love u!8