Love story of Tara, a beautiful stubborn girl whom life threw a curveball.

An eminent politician with ties to royalty, Uday Rajvansh had no use for a wife. Any wife. Clamoring for a respite from her never-ending bad luck, Niyati Mishra was in a desperate need of a husband. Any husband. A tragedy tied these two unlikely candidates in holy matrimony. He cursed his stars. She fell to her knees and thanked hers. But abruptly, their marriage lost its cause. His freedom was within his reach again. However, he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted anymore. For it had become clear to Uday that Niyati was the one he had been waiting for, all along. Subconsciously. Reluctantly. Desperately.

This story is about a relationships between a father and daughter. A wife and husband. And 2 best friend. "G-g-go" I stuttered moving back a little from his intense gaze on my whole body. I suddenly felt insecure and nervous seeing his fixed eyes on me. He looked scary. Not hearing an answer from him I started, "I-I'll s-sleep on the couch." There was no way I was going to share the same room as him after what he just did. I released a breath which I held in for god knows how long. Making a move to stand up from the bed, I was walking towards the couch only to jerk back on the bed from his strong pull. His hands were gripping on my wrists making me wince in pain. I tried to get out of his hold but couldn't, he was way too strong for me. Leaning closer to me I tried to move back only to fall on the bed. Seeing my state he took advantage of me by hovering over me, locking my small frame between his hands. An evil smirk played on his lips making me stiffen in fear. His eyes travelled down my body, intentionally I flinched. "Today's our wedding night Jaanvi." Came his husky voice before he nuzzled his face in my neck again. "I'm your husband." He bit my neck making a gasp escape from my mouth in pain. "K-k-kiaan. P-ple--" I begged hold in my tears only to reactive another bit from him. His hold on both my wrist was tight, there was no way I could run. The little respect I had for him died right there. "I'm your prince charming Jaanvi. Don't push this prince away." My eyes widened with tears running from the side of my eyes. My hands which were trying to get out of his hold were numb now. My mouth was opened in shock, his words freaked me out. How will two different souls become one? Follow the journey of two funny, crazy, loving and idiot souls, Jaanvi and Kiaan. From hating each other to falling in love deeply. But did they ever hate each other or was it just anger? { Warning- this book is emotional and funny at the same time!} MY FOURTH BOOK!

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?