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|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.
Seven Years Too Late by fanaticstoryteller
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SEVEN YEARS TOO LATE Sometimes love doesn't come late. It comes back when both hearts are already scarred. At nineteen, Aarohi loved Devansh with the kind of bravery only youth allows. At twenty, she was rejected - without explanation. At twenty-one, she left the country, believing silence meant she was never chosen. Seven years later, she returns - successful, independent, guarded. And her family asks her to marry the same man who once broke her heart. Devansh Patel is no longer the boy who walked away. He is a powerful CEO, disciplined, controlled, and dangerously quiet - a man who built an empire on sacrifice, restraint, and a love he never spoke of. They marry without answers. They live together with unspoken history. They fall in love again - slowly, silently, desperately. Until the truth comes out. What follows is not gentle. It is a reckoning. And then - slowly, painfully, beautifully - love becomes the greatest thing either of them never saw coming. Because some love stories don't begin with a confession... They begin when the truth finally refuses to stay buried. And some loves simply wait - for the right moment, the right truth, the right person - until waiting itself becomes the most profound proof that it was always, only, ever meant to be. ―――――――――― This is a love-after-marriage romance filled with: ❖ slow burn & second chances ❖ arranged marriage & forced proximity ❖ intense emotional connection ❖ jealousy, possessiveness & devotion ❖ power couple energy ❖ family drama, banter & warmth ❖ a man who loved in silence ❖ a woman who becomes his calm He rejected her to protect her future. She survived thinking she was never loved. Now marriage demands the truth. Seven years too late. Mature content. All rights reserved Β© Fanatic Storyteller No
Ishq E Nadaan : when hearts were young ( Duet 1 ) by cherriewrites_
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************************************** Aarav Sharma...🧿 A brilliant 12th-grade topper and the school's Head Boy, Aarav lives behind a wall of academic perfection. Trapped by the weight of a traumatizing past and a father who only values hard work, he's a future doctor who believes love isn't written in his destiny. He pours his unspoken thoughts into his diary, until a sudden change of section brings Anya into his life ,the girl who begins to teach him that love is more than just a word; it's a feeling. Anya Chauhan...🫢🏻 A girl who breathes freedom and finds joy in baking, sketching, and the magic of Bollywood movies. An average 11th-grade student with a heart of gold, Anya has always been a firm believer in love but she decided to never fall in love But she unexpectedly finds her true "home" in the quiet and steady soul of Aarav. ************************************** Anya: "Why am I the only one who gets this version of you? The one who is so careful, so devoted... why me?" Aarav: "Because some souls aren't meant to be just 'loved' they are meant to be enshrined. I see Radha Rani in your spirit, and I've chosen to spend my life at your feet, loving you with the same selfless devotion that Krishna held for her." ************************************** The Soul of ISHQ E NADAANβœ¨πŸ™ŒπŸ» Hidden Pain & Deep Emotions: Healing through each other Desi Rom-Com Vibes: The chaos of big families and high school life. Slow Burn & purity : No cheating, no sexual scenes just heart-to-heart connections. _________________________________________ **************************************
The Gentle Kind- SHIVRIT by ethereal_writes11
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Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabharwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest, responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer.. and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.
Sitara : His Sunshine Wife  by author_jerry
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π’π’π­πšπ«πš πŽπ›πžπ«π¨π’ Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. π’π‘πšπšπ§ π‘πšπ’ π’π’π§π π‘πšπ§π’π²πš "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹† ── "π΄π‘Žπ‘ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘› π‘šπ‘’ π‘˜π‘¦π‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘˜β„Ž π‘Ÿβ„Žπ‘’ πΆβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘, π‘†π‘–π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘›β„Žπ‘– π‘¨π’‚π’‘π’Œπ’ ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "π‘¬π’Œ π‘Ίπ’Šπ’•π’‚π’“π’‚," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 π’…π’Šπ’ 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 π’“π’‚π’‰π’Š π’‰π’‚π’Š." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.
 ππ‘πˆπ’π‡π€ ~ π“π‘πž 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐒π₯'𝐬 𝐬𝐨π₯𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( Duet #1 )( Under Editing)  by talesincrimson_
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( Agniwanshi series book~1 )πŸ’— "Look at me when I'm deep inside you." 😈πŸ”₯ Rudhransh Agniwanshi is a mafia king, a man wrapped in silk suits and lethal power, hiding a dangerous madness behind a calm, commanding exterior. Every step he takes exudes control, dominance, and a hunger that very few dare to challenge. He has everything the world can offer, yet he wants only one thing - Prisha. πŸ’€πŸ’” Prisha is a college girl whose light shines brighter than the darkness surrounding her. She laughs freely, loves fiercely, and believes in a world far gentler than the one Rudhransh inhabits. The moment he sees her, something awakens inside him, something possessive, obsessive, and unrelenting. She becomes his world, his obsession, and his greatest desire. He decides she is his and nothing will stop him from claiming her, even if she doesn't yet understand the power he holds over her. πŸ’₯❀️ Love in his world is never gentle. It is dangerous, consuming, and inescapable. The deeper she falls for him, the more she discovers the thin line between passion and captivity. Every touch, every whisper, every glance pulls her closer into a storm she cannot resist and a world she cannot leave behind. πŸŒͺοΈπŸ’‹ This is a story of desire and domination, of a man who rules with fire and a woman whose light cannot be tamed. It is dark, it is obsessive, it is possessive, and it is impossible to forget. πŸ”₯πŸ’€β€οΈ A mafia romance where love feels like captivity and escape feels impossible. πŸ–€ ---
Rajneeti by persist06
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She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.
Ardaas- For A Home by Authinsiya
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Rated M for language. Additional Trigger Warnings Inside. With all the misunderstandings out of picture, the two elder Jindals are determined to build a new life from scratch, one where not just the younger ones thrive but their old deep seethed wounds heal naturally. Join the Jindal siblings as they embark on a journey of renewal, forging a new beginning together and discovering the true meaning of family, hope, and second chances. Companion Piece to Ardaas-For a Family.
π‡πžπšπ₯ 𝐌𝐞|πŸπŸ–+ by advikaaroraaa
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