𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬." Note-this book will be under editing

In the late 20th century, a young girl tackles grueling poverty and societal expectations on the outskirts of booming Calcutta. Being forced into a child marriage was quite common, but romance was the last thing she expected. Not all knights wear shining armor and own horses... Some work hard in the fields and sow seeds of love. [PAID BONUS CHAPTER LINK IN BIO]

Aarav Oberoi never made mistakes. At least, that's what he told himself. The sleek glass walls of Oberoi Enterprises gleamed under the harsh office lights, but inside the penthouse suite, the air felt thick - with tension, suspicion, and something darker. A confidential project, years in the making, had just been compromised. Millions lost. Trust shattered. And all fingers pointed to one person. Ruhi Sharma. His assistant. The one who had been with him through late nights and endless board meetings. The one he never thought could betray him. But the files had leaked. And in Aarav's eyes, betrayal was betrayal - no matter who wore the mask. He didn't pause to ask questions. He didn't look for proof. Because in the ruthless game of business, weakness was a luxury he couldn't afford. His decision was swift, brutal. He ruined her. Her career. Her reputation. Her future. Now, as the city lights flickered below his office window, Aarav felt a strange weight - not of triumph, but of something far heavier. Regret. Because the real traitor was still out there. And the woman he destroyed was innocent.

"Siddharth..." He didn't say anything. Just walked towards me. His eyes were darker than night-intense, unreadable. Hungry. "I shouldn't have come," I whispered, my voice shaky. "This is not-" His hands circle my wrist pulling me behind the water tank, where the fading light wouldn't betray us. "You like the way they look at you, don't you?" Before I could answer, he shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. The rough concrete scraped my back, but the sting was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes. His eyes looked dark and dangerous. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, punishing. I gasped, and he took it as invitation, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. His hands were everywhere-tugging at my clothes, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I whimpered as his fingers slipped under my skirt, rough and impatient. .......... Pranati had always admired Shravan, her carefree cousin since she was in 7th grade. But everything changed the day Siddharth, his older brother, stepped into her life. During the Bathukamma festival, a stolen glance and an unexpected kiss from him shattered her innocent love on Shravan. Her heart now ached for the man who had awakened something deeper within her. But just as she began to navigate these new feelings, a dark presence emerged. A stalker, sending her unsettling notes, watching her from the shadows. Torn between her past with Shravan and her growing connection with Siddharth, Pranati found herself trapped. Who would claim her heart? And who was the one lurking, waiting to disrupt everything she thought she knew? -- Before adding this book plss read the Message I've posted in my profile. Thank you. This book is completed in my scrollstck the link is in my bio Copyright His Silence, Her Storm © 2025 Preeti Singari All rights reserved.

« 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. » "I'm waiting for the moment when my soul will leave this body and I'll be dead officially because every piece of me has already died." ~ 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 (Don't steal the name. I had created it) "You've to fight through some bad days to earn the best days in life and everyday I'm praying for some strength to go through these tough days." ~ 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 Two different souls, going somewhere through the same phase but one is hopeless while the other is holding hope like her last weapon. They got hitched because of their own reasons and had planned to get divorce after a year but not everything goes according to one's planning. Join me in their story of how they'll find each other and even if they did find how they'll struggle to be with each other. ˙⁠❥⁠˙˙⁠❥⁠˙˙⁠❥⁠˙ "Please...please don't hate me for all these, Shreya." He mumbled while shaking and refused to open his eyes. His lips were chanting the same sentence until she softly said,"Tell me- tell me how to hate you Avyank." "I can never bring myself to ever hate you. I can't, Avyank." She voiced gazing straight into his eyes and he cried more looking at her eyes which held nothing but love and affection for him. His heart felt at ease as the fear he had that she might hate him after knowing about his past went away. He held onto her as his life depended on her and cried thinking how did he get so lucky 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 ??

"What will you choose, Shaurya? Me....or your revenge?" "REVENGE." _____________________________ But what power does even the Lord of Wrath hold... before the will of the heart? Their love was fierce... forbidden... unstoppable. Until one night......the sky tore open, and destiny rewrote its own laws. But the past never forgets... and neither does he. BECAUSE EVEN ACROSS CENTURIES, THE EMPEROR ALWAYS COMES FOR WHAT'S HIS. Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #2 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince

"He committed the ultimate sin, surrendering to his forbidden love for his student." Hriday Agnivanshi 29 years old, a finance professor at Banaras University, exudes an aura of authority and intimidation. His piercing green eyes seem to bore into those he meets, as if sizing them up and finding them wanting. His chiseled features and well-built physique only add to his formidable presence, making him a figure to be reckoned with. His demeanor is strict and dominating, leaving no doubt as to who is in charge. His sharp jawline and piercing gaze seem to dare anyone to cross him, and his deep, commanding voice can silence even the most boisterous of classrooms. " she surrendered to the forbidden, her heart ensnared by the one man she was never meant to love" Chahat tripathi 21 years old , a bright and vibrant student at Banaras University, embodies the warmth and energy of a sunshine girl. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes light up the campus, making her a beloved figure among her peers. With a passion for learning, she works tirelessly to excel in her studies, her dedication and perseverance inspiring those around her. But her true love is dance. With a grace and fluidity that belies her academic rigor, she loses herself in the rhythms and movements of traditional Indian dance. Her love for Banaras city is equally fierce, and she can often be found exploring its winding streets, discovering hidden gems, and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere. "Two souls, bound by forbidden love, entwined in a sin that fueled their deepest desire, and ignited dreams that dared to defy the lines of virtue." [ इश्क like Agnivanshi -1] Start ~ 2nd April 2025 End ~

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

Saisha Yadav has spent her entire life confined within the walls of her home, sheltered from the world by her strict parents. No phone, no friends beyond the village, and no dreams outside the boundaries they set for her. She never questioned it-until she was married to a man who belonged to a world she had never seen. Pranay Mishra left his village at eighteen, chasing a life that could offer him more than just survival. Photography became his passion, his escape, and eventually his profession. He never imagined returning to the village he left behind, but an old vow forces him into a marriage he never planned for. Saisha is everything he isn't-innocent, untouched by the world, and caged in traditions she never questioned. But when her wide-eyed wonder meets his hunger for the unknown, something shifts. As he takes her hand and shows her a world she never knew existed, their hearts collide in ways neither expected. With every stolen glance, every whispered secret, and every touch that lingers a little too long, they find themselves standing at the edge of something life-changing. "But love isn't just about discovering each other-it's about finding yourself in someone else."