Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

"Arini, I have told you this for hundred times and I'm telling you again. I don't love you, will never love you and will never marry you. I have so many things to do in my life except this love. So please stop following me. " " Wait wait.... Hmm I have started the recorder. Please start the speech again, I'll record it this time and then I'll play this audio on our suhaag raat. " Shrey mentally face-palmed himself and shouted, " Someone save me from this stupid girllllll... " Arini, a bubbly and chirpy girl, whose life starts & ends with her one and only crush, Shrey. She was enough desperate to scream to the whole world about her feelings for him. Even Shrey knew about her craziness but for Shrey, Arini was no one but a stupid girl. He has always told her to grow up, told her to understand the reality, told her that there was not even 0.2% chances of being together as there were so many differences. Shrey has always seen how different their lives were. But without knowing, Shrey has already given a place to that stupid girl in his heart which no one can take ❤ But still he is unable to love her. Or unable to gulp the fact that he too loves her! Wanna know their story? Then join me in their journey ;) Starting date : 29/07/22 Finishing date: 13/01/24

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

"So, should I take it as a 'yes' Dharani?", Acharya asked me looking straight into my eyes as if he is reading my expressions. I immediately looked down trying to compose myself and hide my feelings before he actually reads them. "Or would you like to take your word bac...." "It's a yes," I replied confidently. Taking your word back is the worst thing you could do in a royal family. It is a sign of weakness and is just unacceptable. Moreover, I am pretty sure Arjun would never agree to marry me. So why should I be the one to reject. "What about you, Arjun?" asked King Indra turning towards his son. "You remember what you told yesterday right?" he said signaling Arjun about something. The room was filled with absolute silence and I realized that the only sound that could be heard is that of my bangles, and that is because my right hand is slightly shivering. "Umm...father....I, " Arjun stuttered perhaps for the first time in his life, "accept....accept... this marriage proposal." I looked at Arjun in disbelief. My eyes widened and I didn't know how but my hand was already on my forehead. I didn't expect this from him. Why in the world would he want to marry me? He hates the way I look at the world. He wants everyone to be as heartless as him and I would never be able to do that. "Dangerously kind" is the word he used to describe me a while ago. We wouldn't even make good friends, let alone life partners. How in the world could we live together? "So it's official. You both are going to get married," king Indra said smiling while Acharya was writing something on a paper as if he already knew this is not going to be all love love. "This is more of an agreement king," he said as he wrote down, "and they knew it. They were eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning." True, we heard them. We understood what they had planned, but we didn't want to get married. At least I didn't.....

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(Book 1 in If I Could Series) Fourteen alphabets. Four words. One text. And that was enough to upturn my entire life and all the beliefs I held about love. 𝗠𝗲 : 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘦, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 And then I pressed send. - Vienna Bell, run by her parent's wishes, is forced to try for an interview and when she surprisingly gets it, difficulties don't stop. Under some circumstance, Vienna is forced to help her boss, who she hates for finding so attractive, secure a deal where her concealed, underlining feelings brim to the surface and she has even more problems controlling them. When Vienna asks Kyst Archer to fake-date her in return for her help to secure him a deal, he is stunned to silence because of a mysterious deal he was forced to make with his dad where he is supposed to marry Vienna. The problem? Vienna has no idea about this deal and proposing a fake relationship pretty much throws his heart and feelings disarray. Along the journey, past unfurls, feelings entwine, tension enlarges but one promise? The assurance of a happy ending. Hold your seatbelts and get on this journey of Vienna and Kyst, finding and realising love amongst other difficulties. #5 in fake (13/02/23) #1 in thewattys2023 (07/12/23) ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪsᴇ ɪᴛ. started : 19/12/2022 ended : 02/12/2023 any sort of media used in this book does not belong to me unless said so. credits to the rightful owners.

The youngest in the family falls for her eldest cousin. But will he love her back?

It's a short story series about cousin love or marriage.

The world had always envied the family of Rajvansh yet had fallen on their knees for them. They have been powerful yet a family of criminals. And in the family was stuck Vedika Rajvansh- The wife of the eldest son. There was nothing Vedika could do to change the conservative mind of the Rajvansh family and neither she could do anything to change the coldness of her husband towards her. She gave him everything, her soul, her virginity, her heart, yet that heart shattered when she found herself holding the divorce papers in her hand. It only took few seconds to take her everything by her heartless husband. Abhimanyu Rajvansh is a cold-blooded criminal. The world saw him as one of the most eligible bachelors of India after his divorce, but no one knew the reason of it. He was a devil in disguise as the said and known for his heartless ways that he was and he proved this true by divorcing his wife, he left her bruised, broken and scattered. But what if he was not going to stop being heartless for now. Vedika thought she was away from his him, unknown to the fact that her heartless husband had returned to take something precious from her this time but was Vedika going to let him succeeded in his mission.

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!