Like most gay love stories in the country, Dhruv and Vidit's began online. But there were no dating apps involved, just an Instagram group chat for Taylor Swift fans. Dhruv wasn't looking for love, only a debate about Taylor's best bridge but fate had other plans. For years, their world existed within the confines of a screen. Messages sent at odd hours, voice calls stretching late into the night, confessions woven between casual conversations. They had been everything to each other, even if neither had dared to put a name to it. But now, standing face to face for the first time, everything felt different. Familiar yet electric. Vidit's voice carried weight in a way it never had through a speaker. His touch was brief, almost hesitant, setting off a chain reaction beneath Dhruv's skin. His eyes lingered just a second too long, searching for something, as if realizing that love through a screen had only been the beginning. Somewhere between ranking albums and decoding Easter eggs, Dhruv had accidentally found his person. This is the story of Dhruv and Vidit. A love that started in DMs, survived the distance, and became something neither of them saw coming.

Marriage is a no-no thing for Aditya Banerjee, especially when he loves his life full of friends, booze and fun and not to forget, his business, 'LoveBites'. No! That's definitely not that kind of biting business but a famous snacks company that he owns. On his cousin's marriage, Aditya's path collides with the bold, wild and definitely, a Bengali girl, Agni and bad electricity runs through his veins. Is this the traditional 'love at first sight'? Or maybe this is another one of his mother's match making ideas? Agni Mukherjee, she's a famous writer under her pen name and she comes from New York to attend her cousin sister's wedding. She believes Love is a problem and a headache, and she has nothing to do with it. Especially, the involvement with men until she meets Aditya, a funny, jolly gentleman. Join Agni Mukherjee and Aditya Banerjee in their humorous journey with old musics through the wedding... _______ Sorry, I suck at blurbs (unedited) _______ Started: 19th Sept, 20 Ended: 23rd Feb, 21 _______ If you are not a bengali, beware because you're going to be one... Especially, after eating Rosogolla! Very dangerous! ________ All rights reserved Text copyright © Haruka Tachibana™2020

Arvi has just returned from the UK after six tedious years, two of which she had not even visited home. A lot of things seem to have changed on the surface. Her younger brother was going to go off to college and her older brother was getting married. A lot of things did change. She was going to start working under her dad. She is ready for all this, she knew when she chose to leave her home that a lot of things would change, what she wasn't ready for, was her father's request, her grandparents' wishes, and marriage. She had mentally prepared herself for the change in existing relationships and welcoming new members into the family. She had not in her wildest dreams thought of a possibility of being welcomed into another family.

❝ We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross paths for a reason ❞ Ibrahim Qureshi, 29-years-old. CEO of the Qureshi enterprises. Handsome and hardworking. His mother's only worry is to see him settled in life; with a wife and a baby. But he was too busy at work to care about marriage. Mawra Hussain, 24-years-old. Assistant of the famous CEO. Lovely and confident. Just like every other parents, hers wanted her to get married and have a little family of her own as well. But she was rejecting every other proposal, her parents thought was eligible for her. Theirs was a strictly professional life, they were never meant to cross paths apart from the office hours. Which took a huge flip when Ibrahim's family goes to ask Mawra's hand in an arranged marriage, shocking the both of them. Join in the journey of Ibrahim and Mawra, of how they become from boss and employee to husband and wife. ••• Word Count: 61,026 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

Arranged Marriage Story between a politician's daughter and a man who marries her for revenge. Sakshi Rane was spoiled and she got whatever she wanted, what she wanted to divorce her husband after 5 years of unhappy marriage and she was determined to divorce him even if the world came to an end. Siddharth Sandhini had a life changing encounter. He almost died and he realised how alone he actually was. He wanted to make his marriage work. The one he took for granted for five years. Sakshi was spoiled but he won't let her get her way this time. He wanted her to stay, she wanted to leave. What will happen of them? To know more, read further..

One snowy night, one dead body, one alive, two hearts; and three fates to change forever.

Avika Dixit had secretly been crushing on Viraj Chavan since the day she saw him for the first time. Having him in the same college as hers was like a sign of destiny to her. They were meant to be or so she thought until one night when reality slaps across her face and Tej Kulkarni, a person she had recently become familiar with, holds her hand. Not realising what love is she decides to let her life and love take it's own course. Kyunki dil hi toh hai. ** I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE. I CAME ACROSS IT ON PINTEREST. ALSO, THE REST OF THE COVER IS MADE BY ME**

It doesn't always have to be a glass slipper or a kissing frog. Sometimes it takes a loopy, little hullabaloo! ---------------------------------- "I'm sure you remember the episode 'The One With The Pediatrician' from the sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S. where Joey chooses to bellow out the name 'MIKE' in the cafe because he had lied about setting up a date for Phoebe with some guy named Mike." she folded her arms. "Your point being?" I raised an eyebrow at her as all of us were keenly listening to her. "We have a name we require- Kshitij. We have a cafe right here and I'm sure all of us are capable of yelling a name." She shrugged. "Yeah right. That would work well. My life is a sitcom and I'm sure there is a Kshitij sitting here, waiting for us to shout his name out!" I stated sarcastically and started walking towards the service counter where Julie was still on short of hands. "Let's try." She suggested over my shoulders. "Sure!" I laughed as I positioned myself behind the counter. Putting on an apron on my large tee, I bent down to pull out a pastry from the glass showcase below for a customer waiting. I handed the pastry on a tray to that impatient customer on the other side when I heard--- "KSHITIJ!!!!!" Drishti's loud voice from the cash counter silenced the entire cafe. I stood there frozen contemplating the recent happening. Did she just do that? All the heads in the cafe were twisted in her direction. She had a satisfactory smile on her face. The other three of my friends were as shocked as I was. But the thing that followed this hullabaloo shocked us even more- "Yes?" A masculine voice responded from one of the tables near the reading nook. Book Cover by: Mahi_Sinha27