Ten years ago... A sixteen-year-old girl stood at the gates of her home with tears in her eyes. She waited. Just once. For someone to stop her. For someone to say, "Stay." Nobody did. So she left. The daughter they misunderstood. The sister they stopped trusting. The girl whose silence was mistaken for guilt. Only her grandparents stood beside her. Only they knew how many nights she cried herself to sleep. Only they knew how hard she worked to rebuild a life far away from the people she once loved the most. Ten years later... The same girl returns. Not because she forgave. Not because she forgot. Not because she needed them. She returned for one reason only. Her eldest brother's wedding. The Suryavanshi Mansion was glowing with lights. Music echoed through every corner. Guests laughed. Families celebrated. Nobody noticed the luxury car stopping outside. Nobody expected her. And nobody was prepared for the woman who stepped out. Dr. Shivangi Suryavanshi. Twenty-seven years old. A world-renowned heart surgeon. Owner of multiple hospitals. A woman respected by thousands. A woman known by the world. Yet completely unknown to her own family. For a moment... Time stopped. Because standing before them wasn't the girl who left. The girl who used to follow her brothers around. The girl who laughed the loudest. The girl who loved her family with her whole heart. She was gone. This Shivangi stood tall. Calm. Elegant. Unreachable. The same eyes. The same face. But none of the warmth. Then her gaze found her eldest brother. The brother whose wedding had brought her home. For a second, memories flashed between them.

"I am yours just yours but I can't be with you anymore" ---------------------- "I married her to save her from the disgrace and shame that society would have thrust upon her," Abhirath said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge of desperation. Vedanti's eyes flashed with anger and hurt. "Oh, and if you had made her your sister, you could have saved her reputation then too, couldn't you, Hukum?" she retorted, using the formal title with a touch of bitterness. "But no, you just had to marry her, didn't you? No explanation, no warning, just a decision made without a thought for what it would do to me." Abhirath took a step closer, his face etched with regret. "Vedanti, you have to understand-" "No," she interrupted, her voice rising. "You don't get to stand there and tell me what I need to understand. You don't get to justify your actions now. You broke my trust, Abhirath. You shattered my heart. How can you expect me to believe anything you say?" The pain in her eyes cut him deeply. He reached out, trying to take her hand, but she pulled away. "I was young, naive," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trusted you with everything I had. And what did you do? You left me alone in the dead of night, forced me to fend for myself. You planned my parents' deaths, manipulated every part of my life. How can you claim to love me when you've caused me so much pain?" Abhirath's eyes filled with anguish. "Vedanti, every action I took was to protect you, even if it doesn't seem that way. I thought I was doing what was best-" Vedanti laughed bitterly. "Best for whom, Abhirath? For me or for your own conscience? You talk about protection, but all you've done is bring chaos into my life." --------------- PART ONE OF HIS WIFE SERIES✨❤ ------------

Munira is a young and graceful young Muslim woman.What happens when she crosses path with her complete opposite, A ruthless don. Angelo is a ruthless don ,known for being the king of the mafia.one day this ruthless mafia seeks refuge in the mosque after being ambushed.He meets munira and smirks. Angelo was smitten at first sight.What happens when her forces her to love him? and forces her to get married to him? will she change him for the better?and will him converting to Islam ,change her mind?

(Apart Series - Book 5) Lavanya Khanna was a big name in the glamour world. She was a tall, sexy, bombshell who would keep her personal life secretive. Her acting and dedication gave her immense popularity making her the most 'HATED' vamp in the world of TV and now on OTT. Her messed up personal life was the favorite time pass for the media and social-media bullies. They loved 'Hating' her. Little did they know she was only made for Love!!! Aditya Raj Suryavanshi aka ARS was the owner of India's biggest Production house. He did not know the language of art but he knew the language of money. And so did he knew to be aware of people in this glamour world who only worshipped money. Although he had enough of it. He NEVER worshipped it yet knew how to multiply it and BUY emotions. But she was someone he could NEVER BUY!!! And he hated that. He Hated her!!! Or atleast 'thought' he did!!! What will happen when values will clash against money! When power will clash against glamour! When Hatred will clash against Pride! No it's not a love-story...It's a HATE Story!!! But is it really a HATE Story 🙃 Because Love and Hate has a very thin line!!! 🙂 Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental Copyright Disclaimer: I don't own any rights of pictures used if any. They belong to the owners respectively.

Have you ever picked something from the road. If yes , then what ? Coins? Jewellery? Flower? Leaf? But He Picked A BRIDE From Road. First book in "Mittal Bros" series A cute love story is here to claim a place in your hearts. For all the ones , who once thought to fall in love with a stranger . A desi Indian Story which would make you tickle with cuteness , purity and calm you down after the hectic day. I'm sure you are ready to get butterflies in your stomach 😉 __________________________________ A look from inside 💠 " Shivya , that's not a problem. I mean you can call him Aeji , Oji , Suno ji-" His friend said " Kaho ji " I too got in the moving train and then we both bursted in laughter. O shiv ji , look at this man . Khadus ke chehre pe hasi hi nahi ati. Itna akad ke kahan Jana he ise.

A princess abandoned by her loved ones become the best version of her

Cursed Curiosities Collection #3 - | Sarpanch X Socialite | COMPLETED "Cock ring." I stroke myself once, the pressure sharp, sweet, and punishing. "You thought you were the only one I punished, little vixen? I chained myself too. Every time I got hard, every time I thought about you, this dug into me. My cock's been locked in torment since the moment you left." ••• What happens when a storm meets his untamable thunder? Soham Kshatriya, the reluctant ruler of Nandhar, is a man of quiet power, who lets his actions speak and always calculates his next move. Dangerous, magnetic, and utterly unpredictable. He didn't seek love, but when it strikes, it consumes everything in its path. Enter Avani Jadhav. 22 years old Mumbai's high-society darling, is sent to a village she despises for a marriage she didn't choose. Polished, untouchable, and entirely unaware of the storm she has walked into. With just one look, she becomes his--mind, body, and all the fire she carries. His desire binds to her in ways no promise or rule can contain. Soham never asked for her, but now he wants her entirely. And Avani is claimed as his Vixen, whether she likes it or not. ••• Available with English translations. All kinds of media used in this book belong to their legitimate owners. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 × 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 Russian mafia×Indian girl Saanvi Tiwari♡ She is 20 years old, talkative and bubbly girl who argues like a child with everyone. In Banaras, there's not a single person she doesn't know. She's a kind-hearted soul who helps others, even in the smallest ways.She is the bright light of her family, bringing joy to everyone around her. Alexander Ivanov ♡ He is 29 years old russian mafia boss, who is extremely cruel to everyone except his family, always giving orders and getting whatever he desires, while being very possessive of his possessions.He never allowed the word "love" into his life and never humbled himself before anyone. Tropes: • Mafia Romance • Russian mafia and his brothers • Videsi • Desi x videsi • Age gap • He fell first, she fell harder

For thirteen years, Jannat Noor-ul-Ain Shah lived surrounded by love. She had a devoted father, a caring mother, and two protective older brothers who would move mountains for her. Yet, unknown to her, an entire family was missing from her life. In the heart of Punjab stands the Shah Haveli, home to Ibrahim Shah and his four brothers-a family blessed with generations of sons but not a single daughter. For years, Ibrahim secretly prayed for a granddaughter, never knowing that his prayer had already been answered. Thirteen years ago. Hidden away not out of shame, but out of fear, Sarmad Ibrahim Shah never told his family about the surprise daughter born when most of his nephews were already grown men. Now, a cousin's wedding brings the entire Shah clan together under one roof. What was meant to be Shahzaib's wedding becomes something far greater. The arrival of a girl no one knew existed. A granddaughter longed for. A niece adored before she is even known. A cousin who changes everything. As old wounds surface, family bonds are tested, and thirteen lost years can never be returned, one little girl finds herself at the center of a family that had been missing a piece of its heart all along. Her name is Jannat Noor-ul-Ain Shah. And she came thirteen years too late. Or perhaps... Exactly when her family needed her most.

|SAMPLE Chapters| Prequel of Mr. Chief Minister They say marriage is just a word, but only those who live it know the weight it carries. Naintara felt that weight the day her father whispered his quiet advice before her wedding, words that stayed with her like invisible chains. Now, wrapped in her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny, Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen him once in a newspaper photograph: calm eyes, cold posture. Tonight she would meet him not as a stranger, but as a wife. Her friends' teasing still echoed in her ears; promises of a beautiful first night had made her blush. And after Sonarika and Vikram's wife whispered their own hints, her heart had raced even more. She had dreamed of slow, tender love, of a voice that would call her name softly. After years of loneliness following her mother's death, she finally hoped for a family, just as her Bauji had said. Shekhar's few words during their rare conversations had already carved a place for him in her heart. There was no fear left in her now; only anticipation to finally see him. Her pulse quickened as footsteps neared. She lifted her veil, then quickly lowered it again, cheeks burning. The door opened. For a single heartbeat, she imagined warmth, tenderness... everything she'd been told. What came instead was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice sliced through the silence. "What are you doing in my room?" She flinched. Before she could speak, Shekhar seized her wrist, his grip cold and punishing. "Wh-what have I done, ji?" she trembled. Just minutes ago downstairs, everything seemed fine. What changed? He gave no answer. He pulled her off the bed, pushed her toward the door, his movements mechanical like she had committed a crime she didn't understand. And then, with a finality that shattered her heart, he said, "There's no place for you in my life or my room. You're only Jagdish Raichand's daughter-in-law... not my wife." The door slammed shut.