⚠⚠WARNING⚠⚠ Highly emotional fiction on manan. Grab your tissues before reading.. I assure you will cry in almost every chapter.. UNDER HIGHLY EDITING PROCESS SO SOME CHAPTERS ARE DELETED! NEW EDITED VERSION IS IN PROCESSING AND THE PARTS WHICH ARE EDITED ARE PUBLISHED AS A NEW BOOK! CHECK MY PROFILE! Cute,emotional love story.. #1 continuously for two or three months #1 in fanfiction and featured in what's hot list(till 20 sep 2016) Again on #1 in fanfiction on 24.09.2016 #2 on 27/09/2016

"I will make sure to give you every thousand reason to fall for me, so that you believe that this human is only made for this gorgeous goddess standing over here....." her head snapped towards me. "That means.... Prof. Garvit Singhania is only made for Prof. Sunidha Kashyap." I completed to which her eyes shone in delight after hearing me out. "Humein iss shadi se koi aitraz nahin hai." And here my heart who was throbbing because of fear soon began to do summer sault out of happiness. "And I would also love to write my name with yours." she said merrily, making me my scratch my neck of of shyness as I felt my ears grew hot and red.. ★ ° . *　°　.　°☆ 　. * ★ ° :. ★ ○ ° #1 in book of poems. #15 in best book ever

ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ's ʟɪғᴇ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴀᴛᴀʟ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪɴs ᴀʟʟ. sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʜᴏʀᴍᴏɴᴀʟ . ᴀʟsᴏ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ,ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀ ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ. Tʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ. sᴏ ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴛ's ᴅɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ HORMONAL LOVE. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴏғ....... Milestones #2 in bestbook #3 in fashion designer #18 books out of 82k stories #11 in Sunshine out of 6.5k stories #13 in fiction out of 397k stories

Andrea Vincent, Princess of Spanish Mafia. only sister of Enzo Vincent, Capo of Spanish Mafia. One Vacation One Mistake And it lands her in the hands of two deadly persons of Los Angeles. Will she be able to melt their hearts, or will get screwed up in their fucked up world. Read on her journey...

American Boy - Indian Girl After marriage love story He is an American. A renowned doctor working in New York. That ideal man every girl longs for. A workaholic and his world revolves around his family and hospital. She is caring,soft hearted traditional Indian girl who loves her family a lot. Waiting for that man who accepts her completely who doesn't want to change everything about her but that man who only want to change one thing,*her last name*. In ONE evening, her life changed upside down. This story is all about how these two people, different in culture, country meet, fall in love and marry. Let's see what destiny has in store for them. Started - 27th September 2020 Ended - 24th February 2021 Rankings 💥 #1 - Indian out of 13.7k stories #4 - Romance out of 1.71M stories #5 - Arranged marriage out of 16k stories #1 - cross- cultural ( continuously) #1 - cross country ( continuously ) #1 - diya ( continuously) #1 - Indian-American (continuously) #1 - tamilnadu (15 Dec 2020) #1 - liamhemsworth (23 Oct 2020) #1 - southindia (9 Dec 2020) #1 - Indian girl (5 Feb 2021) #5 - doctor ( 19 Oct 2020 )

Mr. Kim : I am giving you my most precious thing in this world to you my son. you have her responsibility from now on. you have to save her from all the evil eyes . Please save her at any cost even if it takes your life. Promise me. Tae : I will .....i promise. Writing start : 14 Dec 2020 Ending date :

*STORY BEING EDITTED AND RE-RELEASED ON GOODNOVEL.COM* Nadine is one of those smart innocent girls that is so naive, the word sex is like a bad word to her. Meeting Chase was never on her to-do list, but if it was she would've done it long ago. Chase is part of the mafia and has this soft spot for Nadine and her innocence. He wanted her to be his and he Always gets what he wants.

Aanya I looked at the man sitting besides me tears falling from my eyes..... This was never supposed to happen I wish I could run away as far as possible from this beast..... i felt him apply sindoor in my forehead making me grasp in shock.... My life my fate was sealed with an beast, a monster..... Raghav The moment I saw her she was mine.... My baby doll, my obession and my little possession..... She is my doll I will make her dance in my tune whether she agree or not..... Try as much as possible you could to get away from me my doll.... Because In the end She is my baby doll mine and she will always be.....

Saying that the Singhania's were famous would be an understatement. They were considered royalty in Rajasthan. There are even controversies that they were the ruling family of Rajasthan before the Britishers over threw them. Now they were one of the biggest business families in India with ventures in Medicine , construction , education , software engineering and more. All of India knew them. Or knew the images the media showed them. Everyone was curious about the family. Everyone wanted to be them. The Singhania heirs were a different topic. They were the heartthrob of the young. The whole family seemed to be covered in elegance and gold. But little did they know what happened behind those closed doors. Even the most perfect family from the outside have cracks in the inside. Because not everything glittering is gold. Cover credits @Deardevil123 Book #2 of the Singhanias

On a lavishly decorated altar that diverged luxury, two people exchanged their wedding vows. One was adorned in a stunning red lehenga while the other in a simple blue sherwani. The groom was looking more like a friend honestly. Regardless, Shraddha, the bride, like any typical Indian bride, was excited about starting her new life even though it was an arranged marriage. When the ceremony ended, Pandit Ji instructed Anand; the groom to apply vermillion to her forehead. Shraddha smiled shyly while he leaned to smear it on her. Anand is a renowned doctor who is twice her age that secretly harbors a deep, inexplicable hatred for her. But why? Just when the vermillion touched her forehead, a deafening explosion shook the hall and decorations started crashing to the floor. It made the guests scream and scatter in panic. Amidst the chaos, Anand saw the altar starting to collapse, but he turned and fled, leaving Shraddha behind in it. He didn't care if she lived or died because all he wanted at the time was to escape the burden he had been forced to accept, that is, her! Shraddha saw him running away with the priest. She tried to stand, but her lehenga got caught on a nail, and it trapped her. The next morning, after what should have been their wedding night, Anand's cold words shattered whatever hope she had came with. He made it clear he would never touch her, not even to save her life. His heart, he said, would always belong to his late wife.