Rudra..... it has a very powerful meaning to it and also the person who carries this name too. He is a ruthless and cold-hearted man. He deals with mafia from all over the world, just by sitting in a small village. He is very short-tempered at the age of 27. But, the intresting thing in him is that he is also a very good charitable person. He helps the people in their needs without getting noticed. Sindhu...... She is a clumsy girl. She likes to get attention but never seeks for it. She loves her Rudra bava alot. She lost her parents at an accident since, then Rudra's father took care of her and gave her a shelter. They all live together and this made her love Rudra more. She always do something or other to get attention of Rudra and only Rudra. She feels so insecure of herself and feels herself as a bad omen. She likes if someone praises her. She is 19. This story has a happy ending and so much of fun and comedy and a very little bit of sentiments...... Hope noone copies my work cause myself a disaster and if they stole my work then i need to imagine how much of a disaster they are.....

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

She wasn't his type. Sneha was everything Atul Kaithal never looked twice at-dusky skin, soft curves, a quiet smile that didn't demand attention. But one glance changed everything. The more he tried to ignore her, the harder he fell. Her jasmine-scented hair, her shy blush, the way she laughed without caring what anyone thought... she was nothing like the girls he dated. She was real. And she was making him lose control. But Sneha wasn't waiting for him-she had her own dreams, her own heart to protect. And Atul? He had to prove he wasn't just another city boy who would break it. Because once he decided he wanted her... he wanted her forever. ❤️

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚?" 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑. "𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕." 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

She knows that her love for AbdulJalal Sani is toxic. She excused her husband for intolerable things, unable to do anything about it. She's madly in love with him. "I don't like children, Zaytun. You will not ask me to try for a baby, even in the future. And if you try it without my permission, I will be very angry with you." AbdulJalal Sani said. "I can't love you or the child you are carrying." Crying is the only thing Zaytun Babakura knows how to do. Crying became her best friend. It torn her smile, ripped her heart out, wiped the light from her face, and drained the soul from her eyes. She is an empty shell in love. Is this unrequited love worth dying for?

She was never supposed to be his wife. Forced into an replace bride marriage with Reyansh Oberoi-a ruthless, cold-hearted businessman-she knew from the start that she was unwanted. He made it clear from their first night together, treating her like a burden, a mistake he would never accept. He mocked her, insulted her, and reminded her at every turn that she wasn't what he wanted-not in looks, not in status, not in any way. And yet, when she refused to beg for his love, when she stopped caring for his approval, something inside him shifted. She wasn't fragile. She wasn't weak. She endured his cruelty with a quiet strength that unsettled him. Her silence haunted him. Her absence *bothered* him. And soon, the man who once swore to never acknowledge her found himself fighting an unwanted war within his heart. But was it too late? Could love ever bloom between two souls so deeply scarred by hatred and indifference? Or would their marriage remain just that-an unwanted? Genre: Dramatic Romance,Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn Themes: - She fell first, he fell harder. - Slow-burn love after marriage. - Redemption arc of a broken, arrogant man. - Angsty, emotional push-and-pull dynamic. Copyright © [2024] by [Arleen K.] All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

~"She counts stars like secrets, and he speaks in silences she can't quite understand." Yamira Devayan has always lived in a world a little different from everyone else's - a world full of stars, moonlight, and butterflies. she's autistic, with her childlike wonder and gentle heart, she paints emotions she doesn't always understand. Disowned by her mother and sheltered by her father, the daughter of a powerful politician has learned to live quietly - even if the world refuses to see her beyond her autism. Nobody buys her art. Nobody believes in her dreams. Everyone either pities her or walks away. Except him. Kairav Solanki is everything Yamira isn't - a rising star in the political world, sharp-tongued, charming, and deeply grounded in the chaos of reality. He never cared for art, or stars, or the quiet beauty of things... until her. Their marriage was never supposed to be real - a deal for the cameras, a political strategy dressed as love. But fate has other plans. And in a world full of broken promises and pretend emotions, sometimes, the quietest hearts carry the loudest storms. A story of stars, politics, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Not every love story is written to last. But some are written to be felt.

Rishabh's voice was low but laced with fury as he grabbed Roshni's chin, forcing her to meet his burning eyes. "Sach sach batao tumne shaadi kis liye ki? Itne saal kyun jhela? Tum mere parivaar ko itna kuch kyun diya?" Her gaze didn't waver....No fear, No tears. Just a haunting calm that spoke volumes of the storms she'd already weathered. "Daulat. Shauhrat. Tumhara paisa. Auda. Aur tumhara chehra..." she paused, every word like a dagger, "Yahi sab bolte hain. Tum sochte ho... Shayad yahi sach hai" Silence hung like a noose... But behind those bitter words lay a love once tender, now poisoned by pride, silence, and a home that never accepted her... In the heart of Delhi, the Rathores rule with tradition as their weapon and pride as their shield. A family where women are ornaments for display, not voices to be heard.. Rishabh Rathore, the silent and stoic heir, was raised in a world where men never bend, never feel. Hardened by expectations and blinded by patriarchy, he marries a girl presented as shy and obedient, just how his family likes it. But Roshni, his wife, is anything but ordinary. A once lively, warm-hearted woman, she silences herself to fit into a cage built by lies...lies her father told to get her married, and lies the Rathores fed her daily. Three years pass in silence. In neglect. In wounds that don't bleed but burn. Yet Roshni never stopped giving, caring for the very people who treated her like a shadow. Until one day...she asks for a something.... The Rathores are shaken. Rishabh is enraged. Not because she's leaving...but because she dares to leave. "Married by Lies" is a story of a woman reclaiming her self-respect, and a man learning that love is not about control but courage. It's about unspoken pain, slow-burn redemption, and the storm that begins when silence is finally broken. "He never believed in love-until the woman he disrespected walked away" •Ranked 2nd in #Divorce •Ranked 4th in #Lawyer •Ranked 3th in #Desi