🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷

In 1996, when the Opel Astra was launched in India, the car caught the eye of ten-year-old Veer. As the son of a prostitute, he didn't even have the privilege of touching it. The immoral act has always been looked down upon, but for Meera, it was the only means of survival. She's the mother of two rasgullas, Veer and Tara. It's not easy for the children either. Their mother is always treated as an outcast, but the young boy is determined to be the man of the house. Their way of life is disgusting to many, pitied by some, and accepted by one man. Kindness, love, and courage can lead to the most beautiful thing... A Handful of Happiness. --- Ongoing | PG13

Alagar,a dangerous and ruthless rowdy meets Andal,the light of his life and decides to change for the better.Will Andal accept Alagar's love wholeheartedly?

Saanvi has spent her whole life loving without being loved in return. At home, she is just a paycheck - the only one earning, yet the only one excluded. At work, she is just an employee - the one who stays late, works the hardest, receives no credit, and never complains. And to the man she secretly loves - her boss, CEO Chaitanya - she is just a secretary. The girl who books his vacations, arranges his romantic surprises, and helps him build memories... with someone else. Saanvi never expected anything in return. Loving quietly was all she knew. But fate doesn't always knock - sometimes it forces its way in. No love. No promises. No space in his heart. Yet behind every silence she hides a thousand feelings. And behind every wall he builds stands a wound he cannot admit. And somewhere in the middle - between pain and patience, distance and devotion - a story begins. A story where two strangers tied by duty slowly learn what it means to choose each other.

This is an 18+ novel so be careful before reading #18+ #desiromance #indiannovel #smut #cutecouples

Best Ranking - #1 in Village; #4 in Forced Marriage Power. Authority. Revenge. That's all Gaurav Virmani has ever wanted. When the law failed him and his own blood turned their backs, Gaurav chose a different path - The rise of a ruthless syndicate. Just when he's on the brink of ultimate control, his partner dropped a bombshell: "I'm in love with Mandira." To Gaurav, love is chaos. Women are distractions. And Mandira? She's an obstacle he never planned for. All Mandira Choudhary ever wished for was a life built on love - a quiet marriage, a warm home, and one child to complete the picture. But her simple world began to fracture the moment Gaurav Virmani stepped in, determined to keep her out of his plans... Is this a tale of love, or of survival? Can peace exist when one man is willing to burn everything to win? A gripping story of ambition, betrayal, and two lives caught in the crossfire of dominance and desire. #Book 2 in deadly series.

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

"The crown betrayed her... but life gave her another chance." Palakriti was a queen loved by none and blamed by all. Two years of marriage and no heir-enough reason for the king to take another wife. Enough reason for the palace to curse her name. Shattered and unwanted, Palakriti almost gave up her life... until a stranger's voice pulled her back from the edge. A man she never knew, with words she could never forget. So she makes a choice: To leave the palace. To leave the king. To leave the crown itself. In a quiet village, she builds a new life as a healer, finding a family in strangers who show her what love truly means. But fate has other plans-because the man who once saved her life returns, wounded and hiding secrets of his own. And this time, Palakriti must decide... AUTHOR'S NOTE Hello, dear readers 🌷 ALTHOUGH this is not my first book i tried writing few times but i am trying fresh, Palakriti: The First Wife is about a queen who loses everything but learns to choose herself and discover love again. It's a journey of pain, healing, and hope - and I'm so excited to share it with you. English is not my first language, but I promise to write from the heart. If you find mistakes, please be kind - and feel free to guide me. I would love to grow along with this story and with all of you. Your support, votes, and comments will mean the world to me 🌸 I'd love to know your thoughts after each chapter. Thank you for being here, pls do not repost my work

Saanvi grows up in a house where no one values her. She learns to stay quiet, obedient, invisible. At 18, her only dream of happiness is marriage - she believes a husband might give her the love her family never did. __________________________________________ Aarav, 30, is a widower. His heart belongs to his first wife, Radha, whose memory he worships like a deity. He agrees to remarry only because his family forces him. He enters the marriage with a closed heart. ___________________________________________ Saanvi enters the marriage full of hope. Aarav enters the same marriage full of silence. Their wedding night is cold. He sleeps on one side of the room, barely acknowledging her. She spends the night crying quietly, realising marriage isn't the dream she imagined. ___________________________________________ Saanvi tries - talking, smiling, making little efforts. Aarav tries - to stay distant, to remain loyal to a memory. Their attempts never meet. Saanvi realises she is married to a man whose love died before she arrived. __________________________________________ She moves to Pushkar. Starts working at a small school. Becomes "Saanvi Teacher". For the first time, she belongs somewhere. Children give her the love she never received. But some nights, she still sits by the lake, wondering what she did wrong. She did nothing wrong. ___________________________________________ Years later, in a Pushkar market, they meet by accident. No blame. No tears. No promises. Just two people who once broke each other, finally meeting with peace instead of pain. Aarav realises he still feels something. Saanvi realises she no longer hurts. And they walk away... ___________________________________________ Saanvi lights a diya near her room in Pushkar. "Thank you... for letting me grow." Aarav sits alone in Jaipur. "Be happy, Saanvi. Wherever you are."

"In a kingdom chained by royal vows and burning betrayals, Princess Samyukta must fight the suffocating silence of her heart as love, loyalty, and power collide in a war where her dignity is the ultimate battleground." . . 1st book of veins (historical) series . . Happy reading