Vihaan and Shidya Join Vihaan and Shidya in the journey of finding love and solace. Shidya, a young sweet girl, who is struggling to make her life and achieve her dreams. She always dreams of a beautiful life for herself while stuck in the cage of hatred of her so called family. While, Vihaan, a charming man, well settled in his life and living a life to its fullest, having sweet and loving parents and very big and beautiful family. In all, he is living a dreamy life of many. Let's see how Shidya find her solace, her family, her confident in him. How they become each other's everything from being nothing but stranger. To know more about them and their beautiful journey of love, keep reading.

Pia Bakshi woke up with blood on her sheets, panties on the floor and a missing bra hook that got broken in the process. The first time was already heavy for Pia. And to make it heavier, the guy she had it with, went missing right after. What will happen with Pia when this news of her first, gets viral, online. What will happen when this news gets tangled with a deadly terr'r blast, making it a national headline?

He was Manglik. The solution? A marriage to a tree. The twist? The tree was already occupied. At 27, his life was supposed to be normal-until astrology decided otherwise. To cancel his Manglik dosh, his family married him to a tree. Ritual done. Problem solved... or so they thought. What no one knew was that a chaotic, sharp-tongued, and slightly unhinged spirit lived in that tree. Now, he's accidentally married to a ghost. She's funny. She's unpredictable. She knows secrets she shouldn't. And she has absolutely no intention of leaving him alone. Between haunted nights, sarcastic conversations, and a mystery buried deep within her past, his life turns into a mess he never signed up for. After all... how do you divorce someone who isn't alive? Let's dive into this chaos to know everything~

Luka chuppi ✨ Veerkarant Verma Veerkarant Varma, 27, is an honest and determined police officer. He is always buried in his work, and his sense of duty defines him. For Veerkarant, his world revolves around his mother and his few close friends. Love, however, is something he fears - he has never allowed himself to get close to anyone emotionally. He loves his mother deeply and has decided he will never marry. For him, his work is everything Soniya Sharma Soniya, 24, is a thief by circumstance, not by choice. She lost both he r parents when she was a child and was raised by her grandmother. When Soniya turned eighteen, her grandmother passed away too, leaving her completely alone - except for her newborn son, Veer. Soniya steals only to survive and to raise her son. Despite her hars h life, she is a loving, protective mother who keeps Veer safe at all costs. In Soniya's eyes, all men are the same - untrustworthy - and she never allows herself to rely on anyone. Veer Little Veer is Soniya's whole world. A sweet, cheerful child, Veer is always trying to keep himself and everyone around him happy. Though still very young, he has a curious mind and often asks about his father - questions Soniya avoids answering. He does not go to school yet and spends all his time with his mother, his innocence untouched by the harshness of her world.

Book 6 of the Mangoverse The Kapoors are strong. Stronger than ever now with the next generation but what would happen when all powerful families collide? Big names, bigger aspirations, and biggest scandals. Lives are at crossroads, careers at stakes but what stands infront of desire? For temptation is like a poison, one drop and you're drowning into an abyss. And this time, desire is the biggest temptation. ---------------------- A multicouple book

Book 7 of the Mangoverse What's written in your fate, finds you on its own. Collection of short stories. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own. Check the tags before diving in.

" Mujhe apna ghar miljata hai tujhme " Home isn't an address or a set of walls. It's someone who makes you feel like you belong... And sometimes it's just that one person who feels safe enough to argue with... and still stay the same. Two twins. One got the legacy, the luxury, the spotlight. The other got declared dead before he could even open his eyes properly. Tough luck. He somehow survives, accidentally finds comfort in the one man who was supposed to eliminate him (ironic, right?)... and just when life starts feeling almost stable... boom. Snatched again. Because in this family, secrets are inherited faster than property.

Two college students discover an abandoned infant girl wrapped in a thin blanket on street. Unsure what to do but unable to walk away, they decide to take her with them-just for one night. What begins as a moment of compassion quickly changes their lives in ways they never imagined. Between lectures, part-time jobs, and sleepless nights, they learn the weight of responsibility. The tiny stranger brings laughter, chaos, and a sense of purpose they didn't know they were missing. But questions about her past start to surface, along with the fear of losing her. As they search for answers, their bond with the little girl grows deeper.

{Desi X Videshi series #3} "N-N-Nahi hum aap ke samne haath jodte hain aaj nahi hume bohot dard h-hota hai." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Idhar aa jaldi!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-Nahi jaane dein hume. Ye mat karein." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her dupatta away from her. _______ "Can you give me a glass of water?" He asked her in his cold and stoic voice which always scares her because he looks too intimidating to her. "J-J-Ji? Aap ne abhi kya kaha humare samajh mein n-nahi aya." She said while her eyes lowered at the floor finding it most interesting thing in the world. "Kya aap humein ek glass paani de sakti hain?" as soon as these words escaped her mouth her head snapped towards him. Her honey brown eyes wide as they will come out soon. Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her? {His baccha ♥️ Her rehbar} •Caged princess •Age gap •Emotional story

Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.