❝Mummy, meri shaadi karvado.❞ Aditya Shrivastava had lived half of his life third-wheeling his friends and their partners. While they went on dates, he was debugging a hundred lines of code. While they got married, he was breaking sweat for an early promotion. Now they're all happy and settled, and he can't help but envy them. Getting a girl on his own was an impossible feat to achieve for Aditya. He couldn't even keep a stable eye contact with people of the opposite gender. Hence, he heavily relied on his mother to get him hitched. He was desperate for a life like his settled friends, unaware there's more to a relationship than book-y romance and cuddle nights. And when he crosses paths with Priya Mathur, the elder sister of the first potential bride he wishes to meet, his life goes spiralling in a whirlwind of sweet and sour love he hadn't expected himself to fall for.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

Her head lay on her folded knees. And then, the tears came. One after the other, like an avalanche. She was yet again proven that she was not worth anything. How had her life come down this? She did not know. She should have been in London, with her friends, working for their business but here she was, on a new journey, in a new home, in a new room, all alone. She was supposed to have her partner with her, her husband but he was gone. Just like that. She must have been the only bride who didn't know where her husband was just a few days after her marriage. ** "Stop it Veer. I am neither your first choice nor the best choice. Just let me go". she told him turning away so he doesn't see the tear that falls. He spun her around wiping the tears, her cheeks squished in his palms as his thumbs rubbed the salty trail left by the tears. "But you are. You are my best choice, Naina. I've loved you, when I was five and you were two, when I was eighteen, and I had to break up with you, when I was twenty, twenty-one, now when I am almost twenty-six and I will continue to love you till the last breath leaves my lungs. Naina, you don't know what you do to me. There's always been this magnetic pull between us as if we are opposite poles of a magnet. You, my love, are the best thing that has happened to me, and I'm not saying this just for the sake of it. You are not afraid to point out my shortcomings, correct my mistakes, keep our family together, at the end of the day, when I find you with me, all the stress leaves me. You make me crazy, but I don't mind it. I don't care how corny I sound right now; our souls were made for each other and you know it. We are supposed to be together. Everything about us being together makes sense. You have the ability to make everything okay even when it's not. I love you. All of you. And I am sorry for hurting you in the past", he confessed as a tear trickled down his eye.