Saying that the Singhania's were famous would be an understatement. They were considered royalty in Rajasthan. There are even controversies that they were the ruling family of Rajasthan before the Britishers over threw them. Now they were one of the biggest business families in India with ventures in Medicine , construction , education , software engineering and more. All of India knew them. Or knew the images the media showed them. Everyone was curious about the family. Everyone wanted to be them. The Singhania heirs were a different topic. They were the heartthrob of the young. The whole family seemed to be covered in elegance and gold. But little did they know what happened behind those closed doors. Even the most perfect family from the outside have cracks in the inside. Because not everything glittering is gold. Cover credits @Deardevil123 Book #2 of the Singhanias

~Glimpse~ "Kruti, You are not going anywhere with that Bastard" Abhiraj Growled making Krutika Glare At Him. "And Who are you to stop me?" Krutika retorts. "Your fucking Bestfriend" He said As He held her arm pulling her closer. His words made Krutika's anger Increase. "That's Right. You are my BESTFRIEND. You hear me Bestfriend. And you don't have any right to stop me from dating anyone I want. Is that Clear Rathore" She Yelled. Her words Made Abhiraj's Heart Go haywire. He knows he can't let the love of his life go to some other person. "No matter what you say Kruti. You. Can't. Go. To. Any. Other. Men" He said Stressing on every word he spoke. "Oh really, Care to tell me why?" Kruti asked just to hear The words she wants him to say. "Because. You. Are. Mine. Krutika" ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Abhiraj Singh Rathore, Second Son Of Rathore Family. A Very calm, collected yet stubborn and smart Man. Holding the position of CFO of Rathore Industries and Rana sa of Rajasthan. Respects his family alot. In love with his bestfriend but Is in Denial. Krutika Singhania, Only Daughter of Singhania Family. A very bubbly and Fun loving yet Calm and Sweet girl. Holds the Position Of A well Known Architect. In Love with Her Bestfriend but Never told him. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Two Bestfriends, Known each other from Childhood, Love each other a lot but Are in Denial. What do you think will happen? Will they Confess their feelings or Ruin their Life Because of this Denial. to find out, do read Rana sa's girl.

TALES OF GOENKA The story of three brother who love each other the most. The elder son or first heir of goenka who was ruthless, arrogent and number one business man and he love his wife. Because she's his first love and last love. He was most handsome man all girl droll on him but he doesn't give shit about them only focus on his wife shevya Atharv Goenka.But one mistake changed everything, their relationship, their love. ATHARV GOENKA The second heir of GOENKA who respect his elder brother the most help his brother in his business. he is very cold to everyone he is not open to everyone. He is most handsome man and not intrested in marriage. But somehow he is married to innocent girl Heer but he does not even look at Her because of some mistakes of the past. . He is none other than KARTIK GOENKA The third heir of GOENKA who was likes a baby of GOENKA family. He was very clam and very fun loving person. But he trouble maker. He loves his both brother the most and love his family and very extrovert person. He also help is brother in his business. but he's in college right now doing his masters. He is none other than VED GOENKA

"Can you do that Preet," Preet still in her place, looking at her with her shocked eyes, not believing her ears. "You are asking me to give up my right of becoming a mother," Preet murmures in a daze, still staring at the woman with no emotion whom she always considered her mother. "Never to carry m..my and Veer's child" her voice quivers a little in the middle due to the heaviness of the words she just utters from her lips. "How can you do this to Veer? You claim to love him, right?" she whispers and a single tear escaping from her eyes. "You take such a big step without telling or even informing me!! WHY??" Preet flinch badly and her whole body started shaking like a leave just by looking at the rage filled eyes of Veer. "You always want a baby of your own, right?Then why?? Huh..why did you suddenly take such a big decision why...Answer me, DAMN IT!!!" he shout angrily holding her forearms tightly and shook her fragile form. In his rage and pain, he didn't even notice her cry and her tears which are flowing like a waterfall. "V..eer" she again burst into cry unable to control her tears and the unbearable pain in her chest. He leave her with a jerk making her almost stumble on her feet but somehow she balances herself. "Fine, if this what make you happy then who am I to make choice for your body, fine, Damn FINE!!" He shouted, hurt and angry by her move and threw the first thing that comes in his hand against the wall which their picture. Preet covered her mouth with her trembling palm while sobbing looking at his condition. She never saw tears in her husband's eyes. She made her Veer cry. She is so cruel, she snatch his right of being a father. 'I never want this, Veer. No women want wants this. I am helpless. I am enforced, Veer' Preet Rajvansh and Veer Singh Rajvansh A perfect example of a match made in heaven. It is their story. The story of love, loyalty, greed, conspiracy and regret. The story of The Rajvansh Villa. (Not Edited)

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

.·:*¨༺ "𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼" ༻¨*:·. ┏━━°❀•°:🎀:°•❀°━━━━━┓ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 ┗━━°❀•°:🎀:°•❀°━━━━━┛ The innocent, selfless girl endured constant neglect and cruel taunts, always hearing words. "𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯," "𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴," "𝘜𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥." For the first fourteen years of her life, the people she called as family abandon her at an orphanage, severing all ties with her. She bore the pain with a smile, accepting the harshness, but when they finally left her behind, it broke her. Shattered, yet not defeated, she found strength in her faith, trusting in God to guide her through the pain. Just when it seemed like she had reached her breaking point, her life took a sudden turn. She was adopted by a towering, intimidating man. Shivendra Rathore, a ruthless businessman, once the feared Mafia King known as SR, was a force to be reckoned with. A man who was the father of five boys, each one intimidating, cold, and aggressive. Will Ruhanika be able to change their hearts? Will she be the one to melt the tough exterior of these devils? Will she ever find the true family she's longed for? Follow Ruhanika's journey as she learns that family isn't defined by blood, but by the heart. A story of love, transformation, and finding where you truly belong. "𝓐 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮" - 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧

FOR A GIRL WHOSE TRUE WORLD BLOOMED WITH IN THE VIBRANT LANDSCAPE OF HER IMAGINATION, DESTINY HAD A STARKLY DIFFERENT PATH LAID OUT: AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE (Suryansh×Saloni) Saloni Malhotra finds solace in two things: the pages of her dark romance novels and her dream of a career. But in a home where her worth is measured by her skin tone and her obedience, her dreams are a luxury she can't afford. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she expects a life of quiet misery. Suryansh Ranvijay Randhawa is a billionaire tycoon known for his ruthless heart of ice. His only soft spot is his four-year-old daughter, Samaira. When his mother gives him an ultimatum-find a wife or one will be chosen for him-he makes a cold, calculated decision. He will marry, but it will be a business transaction. Nothing more. Their worlds collide in a marriage neither wanted. He offered a contract. But love had other plans. Can a gentle bookworm melt the heart of a man who believes love is a weakness? Can a man haunted by his past learn to trust the woman his mother chose? And when a secret from Suryansh's past threatens to destroy everything, will their marriage of convenience shatter-or become the one thing that saves them both? This is a story of clashing worlds, unexpected love, and the healing power of a little girl's smile. "She had always been...sensitive. A gentle word could bring tears to her eyes; a sudden loud noise could make her jump. And this - this tender exploration of the space between them - was a symphony played on those very strings of sensitivity. The butterfly in her stomach took flight, its delicate wings brushing against her insides, a dizzying, exhilarating sensation. He touched her bare waist and roaming his hand towards her blouse strings and started playing with them and the next sentence made her heart skip "BREATH MI CARIÑO"

Tear left from her eyes as soon as her hairline got filled with Vermillion by the Man sitting beside her with peaceful expression on face. She lift her eyes and stopped at Particular person who didn't try to stop this marriage, neither she did. She is scared of only thing that how will she will live under same roof with the man who is nothing but the elder brother of the person whom she loved. However, her husband stare at her with only emotion in eyes, Love. He promised himself that he will never hurt the woman who became his wife just few minutes ago. That's how Viraaj Pratap Singh is, eldest son of the family. Loved by all. __________☜☆☞ __________ " Now she became my wife. Dare to touch her and see me destroying the whole place." His words throwing venom at everybody standing in front of him. His eyes burning with fire. But the girl standing beside him is shocked, too stunned to even utter a hum. He believes in action first before thinking. That's what Veer Pratap Singh is, Youngest son of his family. Nothing but a stubborn Man who wants something then he will get it. __________☜☆☞__________ The Tale of our love. Start:- 11, Aug 2023 End:- 14, oct 2023 An indian fictional story. Do not copy/report my work. Credit to the owner for pictures, quotes etc. Storyline belongs to author.

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.