when six lives unexpectedly meet each other for alliance,by contract, by accident, and by force.

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝗿. 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮 has three rules: 1. No distractions. 2. No attachments. 3. Definitely, definitely no falling in love with flirty boys who smile like trouble. Enters 𝗞𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 CEO by day, chaos by personality, and a full-time problem in her perfectly controlled life. He calls her "Sohniye." She calls him "Gadhedo." Everyone else just calls it chemistry. She saves lives with logic. He lives like he's writing his own rom-com. But when fate throws them into the same orbit he tries everything in his power to make her smile to break her walls, bend her rules, and prove that life is meant to be lived, not just managed. She says he's impossible. He says she's in denial. Writer says: Let the drama begin. Because some people are like storms unexpected, overwhelming, and exactly what your heart needed. And maybe... even the most guarded hearts can bloom in the dark.

"Dastan: The Second Generation" is a captivating continuation of the "Knock on Our Destiny" series, bringing forth fresh tales of love, passion, and the pursuit of dreams. Set in a world where the past meets the present, this new chapter introduces a diverse cast of characters whose lives intertwine in unexpected ways. Through their journeys, they encounter challenges that test the strength of their relationships and the resilience of their spirits. With a blend of heartfelt romance, intense drama, and inspiring moments of self-discovery, "Dastan" invites readers to embark on a new journey where every decision shapes their destiny.

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?

"Tell me, Mia... does your boyfriend, or should I say your ex-boyfriend, know that I was the first person to fucks you?" One night of weakness. One night of forgetting the man who broke her heart. She never thought she'd see him again. Until he bought her company, slid a diamond on her finger, and promised her forever. She thought it was fate. What she didn't know was revenge. Because the man she was about to marry wasn't just her lover... he was her ex's elder brother. Standalone

One year before India-Pakistan's partition, another story began- Haya & Her Ishq. She: a 19-year-old Muslim girl bound by tradition. He: a 26-year-old Hindu man chasing freedom and revenge. When their paths crossed, everything changed. She stood up, broke norms, and found her voice. They survived the partition... But did love survive too? Let's dive in. ✦Tropes✦ Strangers to lovers Age Gap Forbidden love Soft Romance He fell First & she fell harder.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

SIDDHARTHA SINGHANIA x AAROHI SHARMA

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌