It's a family story , a desi family story . A 28 years old boy , Rahul taking the care of his younger siblings , a younger sister and a younger brother while managing his business after the death of his father . A family saga with lots of drama .

Ahmed bhai please! I'm begging you don't marry her. She's no good, she'll destroy you and our family. Please listen to me." Sahaan begs in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you Sahaan?" She flinches as his loud voice resonates the room. "I LOVE HER!" Ahmed seethes. Sahaan could hear the breaking of the small organ residing in her chest. She looks down teary eyed. Ahmed harshly grips her forearm and jerks her towards him and cups her jaw tightly, his finger digging in her cheeks making a painful whimper leaving from her mouth. She closes her eyes tightly resulting in few tears to fall of her cheeks. "Listen to me and listen well, this is the last time I'm hearing such words from your disgusting mouth. Next time don't even take my fiancee's name from your dirty mouth." Saying this he pushes her away. She stumbles towards the closet, her back hitting the rock-hard closet handle. Pain sears through her back and her wince doesn't go unnoticed by him. He steps forward in concern but stops remembering her words. A cold look flashes in his beautiful stormy grey eyes. Sahaan looks at him, her eyes filled with pain and unshed tears! "You will regret it." Sahaan whispers. Hearing the confidence in her tone makes Ahmed stop right before the door, but he doesn't turn back. "Believe me! I know her more than you. She is my cousin after all. She is cunning and deceitful, mark my words Ahmed! You will regret not listening to me once you know her true nature." Sahaan's voice cracks. Tears are threatening to spill out her eyes. ~~~ "Sahaan Haashir Khan binte marhoom Hashir Lashari Khan kya aapko aapka nikkah Ahmed Ashar Khan wald Yaqub Lashari Khan se sikkah raaijul waqt me 50,000 rupee meher qubool hai?" she clenches her dupatta at sides.tears leaving her eyes rapidly she remember Ahmed's words just before nikkah. Rest of the description and translations to urdu dialogues inside. ©All rights reserved

Currently under editing and will be republished. Abhimaan Singhania is the CEO of Singhania group of companies, apart from that he is a person that people usually forget. Under the facade of his stone cold expression is someone who wants to express Ishika rajvansh is the princess Jaipur. A calm and a collected person. A bit introvert, prefers books over people. For her life is a painting the more you look the more you understand. ✿_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_✿_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_✿ I hope you give this one a chance. It is a bit cliche but who doesn't like a bit of those cliché scenes.

Anaya, a 17-year-old girl, lives a life straight out of a fairytale - royalty, a loving family, loyal friends, and a world full of happiness. Her smile lights up rooms, and her heart is pure. But behind all the perfection... hides a secret. A truth she was never told. What happens when strangers arrive , claiming she's not who she thinks she is? What will Anaya do when her so-called perfect life begins to crumble with one shocking revelation? Will she choose the family who raised her with love... Or the family who shares her blood? ✨Follow the emotional and royal journey of a girl who thought she had it all... until fate knocked on her palace doors. --- 📖 Dear Readers, This is my very first novel, and I'm just beginning my writing journey. Please don't judge too quickly-your support, feedback, and kindness mean the world to me! English isn't my first language, so there might be grammar mistakes. Feel free to correct me-I'm learning and growing with every chapter. 😊 🚨 Copyright & Content Warning: This novel is entirely based on my imagination and hard work. Please do not copy, repost, or steal any part of it. ⚠️ Contains mature content, emotional trauma, strong language, and intense scenes. Read only if you're comfortable.

"Let me make it clear: this marriage means nothing to me. NOTHING," Ezheer said, his disdain evident as he tossed a stack of papers at Ashmika. "Here's the divorce agreement. Sign it." Ashmika, who had clung to a sliver of hope, felt her heart shatter as she picked up the papers with trembling hands. Her eyes fixed on the words "Marriage Contract." ........................... "Mrs. Ashmika Ezheer Singh Rathore, get over here," he commanded calmly, his gaze locked on the small figure trying to hide among the crowd of students. However, His calmness only heightened her fear, as she knew a storm was about to erupt. ...................... **Ezheer Singh Rathore** Ezheer Singh Rathore, the ruthless billionaire and feared mafia lord, was known for his merciless nature. His name alone was enough to send shivers down one's spine. Everyone thinks he's heartless, a man devoid of any capacity for love. But little do they know that he's already surrendered his heart to a mysterious figure, a shadow he's been searching for past two years. However, his life takes a drastic turn when his grandfather blackmails him into marrying a girl against his will. **Ashmika Chauhan * Ashmika Chauhan, a 23 years old college student, was the epitome of innocence wrapped in traditional values. She was mischievous and playful yet carried herself with maturity. Witnessing the love between her mother and father which remained the same after years of marriage, she believed in true love. however, everything crumbles down when she find herself replacing her missing cousin sister and marrying a guy man whose world is as dark and cold as hers is warm and hopeful. "She's someone who fears the darkness, while he's someone who lives in it." What will happen when these two people, completly different from each other, get tied to the pure relation of marriage? To unfold these mysteries.. accompany me to the journey of their story.

❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ? ❞ Some loved in silence. Some loved too late. Some almost gave up. And some never stopped waiting. Four couples. Three families. One unforgettable journey. A story of laughter, tears, lifelong friendships, found family, dreams, heartbreak, healing and discovering that the greatest love stories aren't perfect-they're the ones that survive. Created and Started: 13th July 2024 Ended:

Can be read as standalone. Aryaman Ranawat - Heir to Ranawat Empire. Prince of Jaigadh. Cold, brooding, dominating and a shrewd businessman. Fun and loving when with family, rude and arrogant for the outsiders. He is hot as fire and can be cold as ice, depending on the side you trigger. Loves his twin and younger sister the most but loves his mother a little more. Has the brains and looks of his father Maitri Rathore- A fun loving middle class girl interning in the top most company of America as an accountant. A full crack head. Speaks her mind out loudly. Wears her heart on her sleeves, living the life the way it comes to her. A simple motto of her life 'When life gives you lemons, add vodka and ice' If he was the fire that could burn then she was the fire that could give warmth. If he was the cold that could freeze then she was the cold that gave peace. Both different from each other and yet so similar. What would their journey be like? Checkout Emotionally Detached

⟡ ִֶָ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ Book : #1 [ Princess X Bodyguard ] 𐙚 ̊⋆ ִֶָ ⟡ ✦•┈๑ 𖤝 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 𖤝 ๑┈•✦ Sahiba, haunted by the ghosts of her past, fears the cruel hands of fate that have always snatched away the ones she loved. Aryaveer, a man consumed by an unquenchable fire, sees in her the only thing he can never truly have-peace. Every touch ignites a storm, every glance is a battle between longing and restraint. He wants to own her completely, yet refuses to seek redemption. She craves his presence, yet dreads the ruin it might bring. Love. Obsession. Guilt. Desire. A war between hearts where losing means falling too deep to ever return. 🌹✨️ * - - - - - - - - ━━━━⊱♡⊰━━━━ - - - - - - - - *

Book 1 of "DEVOTIONAL LOVE SERIES" ★•°•. Soft Romance .•°•★ "I ALWAYS LOVED YOU !!!", I shouted. Okay I need to stay calm. "Ananya, you are not burden on me. You are my wife and love of my life, how can you be a burden for me huh?", I said calmly while looking straight into her drown worthy eyes, while my hand cupped her cheeks. "You love me ???", she asked, her voice a low whisper as if fearing what if someone hear and cast an evil eye. Her eyes looked at me with longing exptessions and I couldn't hold back anymore and confessed. I nodded while my heart beated loudly behind my ribcage as I confessed, "Yes, my Ananya. I love you." "S-since when?", she stuttered, her eyes looking deeply in my eyes, trying to search unsaid words. I can't answer her this question but I can't even hide this life time... can I ? She again asked, "Since when you l-love me niv?" "Six years", I replied. There was a breathless silence. .............•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•............. Will life give second chance to Agniv? Will Ananya meet her savior? To know more, read my first ever story 'Agniv's Aanya : his love' . ♡Tropes♡ ◇Sunshine MML × Broken FML ◇Love at first sight ◇He fall first and harder ◇If not her then no one ◇Will you fall in love with me? #1 in India《17.12.25》

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"