Abhishek 🤍 Anya Abhishek Singh, a cold and powerful businessman, trusts only money and family. Anya Kumar, a quiet and kind PG student, lives a simple life rooted in love. Their worlds are poles apart-until fate brings them together in the most unexpected way. City boy & Village girl ABHISHEK SINGH (29) CEO Of SM company. Rude , Cold behaviour , Rich , Money and wealth is important for him.Loves his family so much. FAMILY MOM - SUMITHA SINGH (50) DAD - ABHIRAAM SINGH (55) YONGER SIBLINGS ( TWINS) - *ABHIDHANYA SINGH (20) AND *ABHINAV SINGH. (20) GRANDFATHER - ABHIJEET SINGH (73) GRANDMOTHER - SAVITHRI SINGH (70) BESTFRIEND - RAHUL CHAITHY AND VINOD SHARMA FEMALE LEAD ANYA KUMAR (21), PG student Kind , Introvert , Middle Class Family , Loves her family so much. FAMILY MOM - ARUNIMA KUMAR (50) DAD - DEV KUMAR (53) YONGER BROTHER - AKASH KUMAR (17) ELDER BROTHER - AADHI KUMAR (28) #1 🏅 latest - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 accidental - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 top 10 - 19/10/2025

He was a soldier once. Now, just a man trying to fit into his old life. She is a teacher with a kind heart and soft, stubborn hope. Old wooden gates. Quiet walks after sunset. Chai cups left half-finished. Hearts learning to speak without words. Two lost souls. One borrowed life. A story of homecoming. He Found His Home. This story is a slice of life type story. If you want tadak bhadak, don't read it. ML: Ved (6'2)- 29 years old (Retired Soldier) FL: Anugya (5'3)- 24 years old (science teacher) Ved's nature: Quiet, action-oriented (does more, talks less), a little disconnected after military life, finding home again. His feeling: His own home feels foreign, unfamiliar now. His desire: He just wants to settle, find peace. Anugya's nature: Kind heart, loving and caring. despite being a science teacher- she believes in gut feeling. Her feeling: Love to live in reality, find happiness even in little things. Her desire: wants to provide her Bua and phupha till their old age. Slow Shine presents: "He Found His Home"

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (Comp

This is the story of Mythili and Raghunandan .Mythili who is a kind and compassionate girl but is subjected to unfair treatment by her stepmother .she is a brilliant medical student who is married to her best friend's brother , Raghunandan , an accomplished surgical oncologist against his wish. She had never once thought that she would be marrying her best friend's brother, who had absolutely had no feeling for her, nor did she have any for him . However, she married him, for she did not have much choice. Raghunandan, who had lost his mother to cancer at a young age, has grown emotionally detached and had no place for love or marriage in his life. He had dedicated his entire life to his work.His main goal in life was his research in the field of oncology and is determined to find some solution to save the cancer patients or even to make death less miserable when it became inevitable. But everything is turned upside down when he is forced by his father to marry Mythili, and he has sworn not to make this marriage work .But destiny had other plans .

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AARANSH SHIVAM RAWAT A man who is taken as Cold, Arrogant and Ruthless in business world but only his parents know how a good son he is. Only his siblings know how protective yet playful he is. Last but not least his Grandparents soul reside in him.Will he be a good husband to his forced bride? Can he fulfill her all the wishes??. "I would always respect you and take care of you like Lakshmi of my house, but I can never be able to give you love that any husband would" ..................................................................................... AKSHARA VINAY MITTAL A epitome of beauty who is always misunderstood.Her being silent when people accusing her didn't do anything good in many situations. What will happen after getting married to him? Will his family give her the love she deserves? Will she get the love her parents couldn't provide her? Lastly she would be able to get the love from her partner?The same love which she reads in her books. "I am his wife, even if forced but a wife. Who is nothing but a responsibility of his" Tropes Indian arrange marriage Traditional Forced marriage Silent × playful Family

Parvati is a simple girl, serving her time at the royal palace in Rajasthan as a personal maid of the crown prince. She has been working there for years now. Her life take a drastic turn when the crown prince of Aadhiren Singh Choudhary is left at the alter by his bride. And Parvati does him a favor and saves the 'Royal' family's reputation by marrying him. Now they both are stuck in a loveless marriage and must find a way to work things out between themselves. 🔆🔆🔆 (A little character traits) Parvati is a very clumsy girl. She likes to keep to herself and never get in between of things, she panic in small situations and makes things worse later by overthinking. Aadhiren is a bold person. He was raised to take risks and be authoritative, he is the future king afterall. He likes to be in charge and handles things with maturity, he is very patient and thinks before speaking. Note: this book is almost 3 years old it was in my drafts for a year as well and there are ALOT of grammatical and spelling mistakes so ignore them if you can. And if you can't then kindly stay away from the book i don't want unnecessary fights in the comments, much love- Author<3 *** RANKING! (as at 8 January 2025) #1 India #1 old school #1 royal family

"Marry me", Shaurya Singh Shekhawat muttered with pure hatred in his eyes holding her arms in his vile grip "You hate me", Akansha Dixit said with fear and determination in her eyes "I do, and Retribution is my right", Shaurya said "And I have the right to a chance to justify myself", she said breaking with increasing hatred in his tone for her... "Like the hell, I will, you destroyed my sister and now it's your turn to get ruined", he spat... "You will marry me, or see your family die", he said "I will", she said losing the battle... "One last thing Mr. Shekhawat, the day you will know the truth, the rue will kill you", she said, he just scoffed walking away leaving her shattered at the same time making her stronger... If he thinks he could make her weak using her family, then he is in for a big surprise, thought Akansha with sheer determination... ************ 5 Years Later ************ "One chance is all I ask, Akansha", Shaurya begged sitting on his knees ignoring the fact that he is a Chief Minister, the most powerful man of the state... "You are 5 years too late CM sir", Akansha said with a cold face before walking away... "You are right... My rue is killing me every second", he whispered to himself Shaurya Singh Shekhawat, a man everyone in the state admired, people's favorite leader, a very well-educated Chief Minister, and the youngest person to take office in the country. Successful, that's what everyone think of him, but only he knew how much of a failure he is as a husband... Akansha Dixit, an aspirational student pursuing her Ph.D. in child psychology. She fell in love very easily but only when she realized his reality did she understand how much of a mess she is in, already... Amid selfish families, dirty politics, several misunderstandings, betrayals, and power-hungry wolves, will the innocent love survive, or will it succumb ??