In a dynasty of doctors obsessed with saving lives, Viraj Vashisht is the only one who knows how to build a life worth living. Viraj Vashisht is the "spare." Sandwiched between an arrogant older brother who is a celebrated Nephrologist and a pampered younger brother studying Neurology, Viraj is the family's quiet disappointment. He is a Landscape Architect-a man who speaks in blueprints and blooms rather than medical jargon. In the chaotic, high-society Vashisht household, his voice is rarely heard, and his presence is barely felt. Manpreet Kaur is a woman of secrets. To the world, she is the dutiful daughter of a dying father, holding her grief behind a serene smile. But in the quiet of the night, she is "Preety"-an anonymous, bestselling author whose words have touched thousands. When her father's stage-four diagnosis forces a heartbreaking promise, she agrees to a marriage of convenience to secure her future. Her father doesn't choose the successful doctor or the brilliant student. He chooses Viraj. Thrust together into a marriage neither asked for, Viraj and Manpreet find themselves drowning in the noise of the Vashisht family's judgment. But as the insults mount and the grief deepens, they discover that their silence is not a weakness-it is a language only they share. When the world tries to tear them apart, the "gardener" and the "storyteller" must decide: will they remain in the shadows, or will they finally raise their voices to protect the sanctuary they've built together? A story of two quiet hearts finding their rhythm in a loud world.

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

In the quiet town of Dehradun, where the mountains breathe old stories and the winds carry forgotten names, a baby's cry pierces the silence..changing everything. Rudra lives with a past buried in shadows and a ten-month-old child clinging to hope. Aadhvita, soft-spoken and shrouded in silk, is thrust into his life not by choice, but by a twist of cruel fate. She doesn't know his truth. He doesn't understand her silence. And yet, their hearts begin to stir... cautiously, like strangers drawn to a familiar song. But behind the lullabies, there are secrets. Why did he leave everything behind? Why does the child look at her like he's known her forever? And what happens when two broken people start to build something real-while the world watches, whispers, and waits? "Love didn't knock. It quietly walked in, holding a baby." A tale of love unasked for, of a bond born in shadows, and the kind of quiet longing that never leaves once it arrives.

"From the moment my eyes locked onto her cherry-red lips - glossy, plump, and sinful - all I could think about was how they'd feel crushed against mine, how they'd taste, how easily they'd part with a sigh while I kissed them." -- Warning : 18+ content. -- [Ongoing] [First Person Perspective] [Unedited First Draft] [Novella] -- © 2025 Suganthi Lakshminarayanan

Highest Ranking: #1 in chick-lit for more than 60 days :) [Blurb] "I clearly warned you before the marriage, you can't treat her like this! you said you love her-" "Not anymore, I don't even want to look at her." I cut across Sachin angrily. I was still half-drunk. "That's why you are the biggest loser in this world Nivin, nobody can help you if you keep doing this to yourself." Sachin sounded furious. "She planned everything to destroy me!" "If you think Riya would do something to hurt you, I don't have anything to talk to you!" "Don't talk like you know everything, Sachin, she knew everything before the marriage, but she kept it from me!" "And why did she do it? Did you even give her a chance to explain?" he asked me, "I saw the CCTV footage Nivin, She was following you, trying to explain and you nearly ran over her in the parking lot-" "Shut up, Sachin, shut the hell up-" "Hear me out you heartless jerk, she waited for you in that apartment for 48 hours, not even taking a drop of water, in that same chair, waiting for you, Nivin Aldrick, she's now unconscious, still in the emergency room, I hope you are happy." I froze then, my mind going blank. The words affected me more than it should and part of me felt the pain. Jeez! she betrayed me and I am still worried about her! ~~~ family? For Riya, who is brought up by the orphanage, it's the most precious dream. For her, a family is a group of people who will stand by you in all situations. And for Nivin, the heir of Aldrick corporation, it's where the most poisonous people in his life is at, it's where the twisted and calculated mind games start from. While Riya would do anything to get a family, Nivin would do anything to get out of it. Can Riya prove to him that love does exist in the world? Can she succeed in opening the cold heart of Nivin Rosh James aldrick? ------------ **A story of love, Friendship, Family, and of course adventure with lots of twists & turns and a HAPPY ENDING!!!**

"D--Don't...!!" She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it. But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed. "Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night." He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said-- "And must I confess. You were.... Awesome." His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more. "The way you wanted me to touch you..." He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face. "And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---" "No !!!! Just shut up !!!" She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self ! "I won't do any such thing--" "Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..." He once again brought his lips near her ear. "To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---" "Oh just stop !!!" She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes. "You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!" "And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..." He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks. "I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me." He said with a serious face. "Dear wife..." "No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---" She couldn't complete. "One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !" His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it ! And he left..... Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️

They both fell in love with each other; by exchanging small notes, clipping it to each other's personal desk in their office. After eleven years, they both realized their love for each other; by exchanging small notes, sticking it to the refrigerator in their home. Because they never had stopped loving each other, just some responsibilities had screened it. ----- [Completed | Unedited] [Paper Notes Story] ----- © 2016 Suganthii Story Cover - Designing and Creative Idea © Suganthii - Stock Image by Pinterest Media attached in this story belong to their rightful owners.

THE DIMENSION ONE : A Debt repayment. She was embezzled on the day of her wedding. Manyata had lived her existence with the drizzle of gold all her life. Protected and kept safe, pampered and cherished. Had she known? The day she believed should be the happiest? She would be running in the middle of nowhere to be saved by a monster who had previously crossed her path once. Prithviraj was no prince, yet he had a borrowed throne. He sat high, but someone's seating position doesn't make one's sense that heightened. He took what was his, in the worst form. A girl. The one who stumbled on his chest, and now fell in the dungeon of his house. Was he the storm that took her away? Or was she the flood he never thought would come across? And never to forget the fact, That storm and floods are always accompanied by each other. Similarly, were these two meant to be? THE DIMENSION TWO : She was a girl he had witnessed for years. Always more exemplary than his previous encounters. But the more devious her exquisite beauty was the more deviant she managed to make him. But, those days of relinquishing her were bound to end, when the lover of the century was ready to lay himself down to whatever awaited him when he took his first step towards her. The future king of Jodhgarh was set to marry only those who are high-matched with him, to seek gain. But the prince has lost his heart already to the girl from another town. Manyata Daiwar was forbidden to know a man because for her the only one worth it was her brother. She never put forth her desires for her brother's interest. Until someone who sought to break rules was brought to life. But on the cost of what? Her being bounded by another. And not just rule, maybe tied around even with ropes.

For the richest man in the country, his wife .. namely me .. is just another property of his that he absolutely refuses to sell or forfeit. Even after 3 years of separation, getting a divorce from him is still an impossible task to accomplish! I have by all means refused to contact him.. and he didn't bother to contact me as well. but why is it when I finally decided to find another man to love and live happily with my ex cold husband turned into someone I never met before. could I have been mistaken about him all along ? #1 separation 01/10/2021 ( 01 octobre ) #1 richmalelead #1 arranged 14/04/2021 (14 avril) #1 regret 06/04/2021 ( 06 avril ) #1 hesitation 18/04/2021 ( 18 avril ) #1 exhusband 02/05/2021 ( 02 mai ) #1 complicatedrelationships 11/06/2021 ( 11 juin ) #1 misunderstanding 22/09/2021 ( 22 septembre ) #1 jealous 19/10/2021 ( 19 octobre ) #2 marriage 09/02/2022 ( 09 fevrier ) #1 marriedlife 02/06/2022 ( 02 juin ) #1 regret 04/06/2022 (04 juin)

Aadarsh Sehgal plays many roles in his life. A businessman running the Sehgal & Sons construction company. The son who fulfills all his responsibilities of being the eldest, taking care of his father who is slowly losing out on his memories of him. The elder brother to four siblings. Of all roles, the one of being an elder brother takes the crown. Being the elder one he had always been responsible for his younger siblings. However losing at his mother at seventeen had transformed the young boy into a young responsible man all too soon. Ruhaani Khatri isn't a pessimist but she is a realist. Orphaned at a very young age she had learned very early on that life is not designed to be fair. So she never complained about life not treating her well and accepted whatever life threw at her. Widow and a single mother, Ruhaani wants to give her daughter the best of everything she can. Will Aadarsh and Ruhaani find a permanent place in each other's lives? Heart seems to be off limits.