Will continue after Gulab ke Fauji Saheb!!! Mature themes | 18+ | 80s romance TROPES chaotic fl x introvert ml slow burn romance mature themes dirty talks village girl x thakur's heir his only peace touch her and die her bhondu raam his chatpati aurat

SECOND PART OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE. [Book 2 of 'OUR DESIRE' series. Written by Author Vaarushi] In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status were hardly a concern at that time. But love? Mischief? Togetherness?Warmth? Respect? They overflow like a home lit by a thousand gentle lamps. They may not command empires or rule the world yet... but they never fail to hold each other close when the nights turn cold. Let's dive into the Past of Yaduvanshis. The now cold, ruthless, emotionless, rude, stone-hearted family... was once a mess of warmth and madness. A home where laughter spilled louder than wealth, where secrets were shared over late-night chai, Where women of the house were respected, Where everyone loves each other through the pain, Where learning and growing were not equal to insulting, where scoldings were soft, hugs were tight, And every festival felt like the whole universe had gathered under one roof. Before the frost settled in their bones... before the silence replaced their laugh... before the god decided to play with them... Let's dive into the tale where fire meets a wildfire and learn the love language of understanding and calmness. Where ego clashes with ego, until the decision of togetherness overpowers everything. Where past relationships and learning don't matter anymore because the warmth of having someone close fulfils every absence ever in the heart. Let's dive into the childhood of Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi, and know what he was before the stone and frost. Let's see the arrogance and jealousy of Adheer Singh Yaduvanshi in his toddler version. Let's see the simplicity and calmness of Ashwin Singh Yaduvanshi when he was supposed to cry and cause headaches And lastly, let's witness a baby Karthik, who was the same back then, and now too. Always creating trouble for one or another particular family member. PLEASE READ ATLEAST 5 CHAPTERS BEFORE DECIDING TO BACK OFF!!

In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

{CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE} Reet Raizaada Her father was known as 'The Rough Jabber' in his time. And now, she dreams to carry on this legacy forward in her own way. It was a dream that seemed very achievable to her because she had seen this world up close since she was 4. Now, at the age of 25, that world is not close to her anymore. Rather, she stands in it, living it. Vaastav Malik No one knows where he comes from or what his lineage is. It is rare for him to step out of his shadows, and the reason behind it must be solid. At the age of 30, he is well equipped, well trained for the purpose he was raised for. His flaws? Many, but that one quality of being loyal to his resolution overshadows the rest. It is a love that is forbidden, an attraction that feels like a sin, a tension that burns even when they are standing miles away. He knew he couldn't fall. It had been decided already. She knew nothing else mattered. It was her and her dream. But what happens when what we know and what we feel begin to contradict?

𝗔𝗡𝗨 𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗟 A girl with a soft smile and eyes full of secrets. Innocent. Graceful. Loved by everyone. A Maharashtrian girl raised in Rajasthan, cherished as a daughter, protected as a sister, admired as a friend. No one ever suspected the strength she carried. No one ever imagined the storm she was becoming. All she wanted was freedom. What she got instead... was a destiny tied to danger. 🖤 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗬𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗥𝗔 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜 A man born into royalty, power, and shadows. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. To the world, he is a respected businessman - one of the youngest billionaires of the country. To those who know better, he is a ruler who never forgives betrayal. There are only two things Vidyut Suryawanshi bows to - his family... and his responsibilities. Love was never part of his plans. Until he forced the fate to place her in his path. ❤️❤️ After I finished, I stood up. "Done." He held my hand, bent slightly, and kissed my knuckles. "Thank you, wifey." I rolled my eyes. "Welcome, husband. And keep the kit back." I had barely reached the door when an idea struck. I turned back, walked up to him sweetly, wrapped my arms around his neck. "Vidyut ji... I wanted to say something." His hands went to my waist instinctively. And then- Rip. I pulled off the button I had just stitched. His eyes widened. "ANU?!" I laughed and ran. "This is your punishment for lying to me!" Behind me, I heard his voice - amused, dangerous, and very certain. "Run while you can, Mrs. Suryawanshi."

An Arranged Setup that Sparkled into a Love Story of Its Own. »»---♡---«« 'His nose is crooked!' 'I think he has some gray hair!' 'He looks too mature for his age!' 'Nah! He is seven years older than you!' 'One of his eyes seems smaller!' 'Don't you think he is smiling too much in this photo?' 'God! I wonder how, even after looking at hundreds of biodatas every day, none could catch my parents' attention. With every biodata they see, they manage to point out some flaw or another.' »»---♡---«« An Indian Arranged Marriage Story. Modern-day marriages are no cakewalk, and arranged marriages are certainly not. Set against an Indian backdrop, "Love Unrushed!" explores not only the complexities of an arranged marriage but also the pursuit of individual happiness within the confines of societal norms. If you are up for a simple and subtle blooming love story, ponder-worthy thoughts with social stigmas and taboos effortlessly slipped in here and there, and some real, relatable characters, then this story is definitely for you. You will find a part of Riya and Aditya hidden within you as they navigate their arranged marriage, unveiling the hidden layers of their personal and professional insecurities. There will be no unrealistic villains or overdramatic plots, but this story will undoubtedly highlight the true version of how marriages are arranged in India. Thus, this book tends toward a realistic portrayal with a touch of fiction. Please be kind. This book is under editing and the chapters with (•) are recently edited. Rest are in progress.

​"I hate you," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I hate you so much!" ​"Then prove it," Veer whispered, a single tear finally escaping his eye. "Kill me." ​Rashi closed her eyes, a guttural scream of agony tearing from her throat, and pulled the trigger. ​THUD-BOOM. ​The gunshot echoed across the Jaisalmer skyline like a clap of thunder. ​Veer's body jolted. His grip on her hand loosened, his fingers sliding off hers as his knees buckled. He crashed to the floor, his head hitting the stone with a hollow thud. A pool of crimson began to spread, staining the moonlight-silvered floor.

What happens when a man loses the love of his life... but life refuses to stop? Ram lives in the memories of his dead wife. Maya believes every broken mind can heal. Neither knows their lives are about to collide. This is a story about grief, healing, family, and finding reasons to live again. "Some loves teach you how to live. Some teach you why living hurts." 🍁

°• || 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 1 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝑹𝑽𝑪 || •°( Standalone ) ◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ "He's 6'2'' of cocky, charming chaos. She's the reason he keeps looking back." ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ Aarush Shekhawat sings like a dream and causes trouble like it's a full-time job. The college adores him. The juniors worship him. And half the campus probably has a crush on him. Meanwhile... Amyra Sharma spends her nights building architectural models, surviving on caffeine, and pretending people don't exist. Oversized hoodies. Smudged kajal. Sharp sarcasm. A girl who was never supposed to be anyone's first choice. Except somehow... she became his. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ He calls her Chamko. She calls him Rockstar. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ When she forgets to eat, he's there. When he gets into trouble, she's there. When the world feels too loud, they find each other. It's always been that way. Best friends. Nothing more. At least that's what they tell everyone. And themselves. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ While the entire college is busy falling for Aarush Singh Shekhawat... Aarush Singh Shekhawat is busy looking for Amyra Sharma in every crowd. The problem? Neither of them realizes why. ⟡ There's no confession, no declaration. Just friendship. Comfort. Late-night conversations. And feelings quietly growing where neither of them thought to look. ⟡ A story about two best friends who swear they're not in love... until they are. ◢━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◣ ✧ Height Difference ✧ Best Friends To Lovers ✧ College Romance ✧ He Falls First ✧ Jealousy & Teasing ✧ He Sings Only For Her ✧ Soft Love ◥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◤ ❝ Maybe the love of your life isn't someone new. Maybe it's the person who's been beside you all along. ❞ ═══════ ⋆✦⋆ ═══════