Hi. I'm Twinkle. I'm ten years old. Apparently, my blood has decided to stop doing its job, which is rude because nobody asked it to. The doctors say I need help from someone who shares my DNA. That someone is my biological father. I don't know him. My mom doesn't either. We were doing perfectly fine without him-until we weren't.

Nidhi, an adopted child, lost her biological parents in a horrific accident at the tender age of four, resulting in the most traumatic experience of her life. While her father showers her with love, the same cannot be said about her mother. Nidhi plans a trip to Delhi to meet her boyfriend, Rohit, only to have her heart shattered. Returning to Lucknow with the pieces of her broken heart, she remains oblivious to the surprises that await her. Unbeknownst to her, Mrs. Rajawat proposes a marriage alliance to Nidhi's parents. Pressured by her mother due to her father's worsening health, Nidhi reluctantly agrees. Nidhi and Vaibhav have known each other since childhood but never had the chance to meet. Embark on a journey through the tender pages of Nidhi and Vaibhav's love story, where every glance, every touch, and every moment intricately weaves the tapestry of an enchanting tale filled with warmth, care, and the timeless essence of true love.

"I waited for her in silence. This time, she'll hear me." Six months ago, Drishti walked out of Vihaan's life without a proper goodbye. Now she's back-still untouchable, still guarded, still the only thing that ever felt real. But Vihaan Malhotra isn't the boy who loved her quietly anymore. He's a senior resident now-older, steadier, and done hiding how much she broke him. He's not waiting for the perfect moment. He's making one. In crowded wards and chai-stained corridors, what was once unspoken begins to unravel. And this time, he won't let silence win. A story of second chances, quiet love turned fierce, and the boy who stayed-until he chose to fight. ~ Ehsaas : Love Rewritten [ Book two of Ehsaas series ] Sequel to "Ehsaas: Love Unnamed" - can be read as a standalone. 🩺Indian medical romance | 🫶Second chance | ❤️‍🩹Healing love

A surgeon who treats marriage proposals like misdiagnoses. A soldier who requested a transfer specifically to escape his own viral moment. Their mothers, armed with rajma and absolutely zero caveats. One meeting that was supposed to go nowhere and instead went straight to a hospital waiting room. This is not a love story yet. It is two extremely stubborn people being professionally fine at each other until they aren't.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book Two of The 'Secrets Duology' | *** Mahadevan and Hinduja now stand at the foothills of the very mountain they must climb to get hold of the coin before it goes for a final toss. Remnants of fog still cling stubbornly to the air. And rain has become an ever-present companion now. Washing out everything in its wake. The dark green woods seem more dense than before, and the masks? Darker than ever. Yet the illusions remain the same. And amidst all this, there lay a few paramount questions alone- Who's the illusion? Who's not? And, Who's the illusionist? Who's not? And to answer these questions, there's one supreme task above all-to unearth all sides of that decades-old coin before the final toss and before the exodus of the darkest dawn. *** Note: With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient. | COMPLETED ON MY WEBSITE ✔ |

♛ ♛ ♛ He stepped into her space. Close. Too close. Her breath hitched - a millisecond of reaction she hated herself for. His eyes darkened. "Yehi reaction main chahta tha," he murmured. Her spine stiffened. "Move." He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, voice brushing her ear like a slow blade- "Tum mujhe itna nafrat karti ho... lekin tumhari saansen phir bhi phans hi jaati hain mere itne paas." Her blood heated. Her pride flared. She lifted her chin and stepped back- Then, with brutal precision, lifted her foot- and pressed her stiletto heel right against his chest. Hard. Right where his heartbeat thudded. Zaviyar froze. Completely. Meerab tilted her head, her voice a soft, lethal whisper: "Ab saans tumhari phansi hui lag rahi hai, Mr. Malik." He exhaled sharply, a breath that sounded like a curse. "Meerab..." Her name left him like a warning. Like a plea. Her heel pressed further into him. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she asked, eyes cutting into his. His gaze flicked down to her heel. Then back up. He didn't touch her. Didn't push her away. Just stood there - chest rising under the sharp leather point as if offering himself willingly. "I think," he said slowly, "you should be terrified of me." ♛ ♛ ♛ -𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄-

"This marriage is nothing but a contract. Deal?" Her brown eyes bored into the canvas of his dark ones as she hovered over him with her hands clutching his shoulders tightly, putting all her weight on him, relying on him like an anchor she didn't want. "Deal!" He answered, harbouring her with his hands clasped around her waist. "You aren't allowed to touch me." "As if I'm dying." He loosened his grip around her and she fell right in his arms. --------------------------------------------------------- Highest ranking #4 in spirituality [13-10-2025] Highest ranking #1 in marriage-of-convenience [16-10-2025]

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.