In my heart , You are my heartbeat❤️ In my mind, You are my thoughts 💭 In my life, You are the reason ✨ Indian Marriage story based on a typical family . Advik Singh Chauhan × Aaradhya Maheswari Show some support guys ✨🙂i know it is a new story but it is worth giving it a chance ☺️ #2 - Love at first sight on 27 July 2026

I hate her. But I love her a little too much in desi fits. Draped in elegance, she walks toward me. And as I sit in the wedding aisle, surrounded by rituals and vows I never asked for, she becomes the only thing my eyes can see. Astara Bharadw- No. MRS. ASTARA PARISKSHIT RAGHUVANSHI My soon-to-be wife. The one person I claim to despise. And yet, her mere existence makes my heart betray me. That is what I hate most about her. This marriage was never her choice. It wasn't fate's either. It was mine. I planned it. I arranged it. I told the world it was two powerful families coming together. The Bharadwajs and the Raghuvanshis. A union built on tradition, respect, and old expectations. That part was true. What I didn't say was this-I couldn't let her be someone else's wife. I knew everything about her. Her habits. Her fears. The way she goes quiet when she's hurt. I watched from a distance long before I stood beside her at the altar. She sits beside me, and the first thing I notice is her hand, extended as the pandit asks. Her palm. Her palm is adorned with intricate henna-dark, impossibly dark. How? I never loved her. Then why is her mehndi this deep? The thought cuts sharp. Did she write another man's name on her skin? My jaw tightens at the thought. That made me twist my neck. If she did, that man is already dead in my mind. Because whether I want it or not, once something becomes mine, it belongs only to me. ONLY MINE. ................🪷................ To know what happened next, step into the pages of this book. I promise-you'll feel every heartbeat 💗✨

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 In a world ruled by guns, blood, and power, love was never part of the deal. Ritik Singhania-the ruthless right hand of the mafia-grew up learning that emotions are weaknesses and attachments are liabilities. Raised in violence, he became violence. Cold, calculating, and feared, he never believed in redemption-until he met her. Siya, an orphaned girl who survived manipulation and betrayal, chose medicine to save lives when no one had saved hers. Sassy, sharp-tongued, and fearless, she refuses to bow down to anyone-even the underworld's most dangerous man. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But fate-and their best friends,force them into each other's orbit. She sees the man beneath the monster. He sees a girl who doesn't fear his darkness. What starts as hatred turns into obsession. What begins as control becomes a dangerous kind of love. But in a world where enemies are everywhere and love is the deadliest weakness. will healing him destroy her, or will loving her save him?

# Top 3 in india -(19,20,21/08/25) # Top 7 in india -(25,26/08/25) 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Destiny is written by God, and only He can change it. She is a young woman-innocent, naive, and pure-hearted-who has known nothing but pain in the world. Her parents don't care for her; in fact, they despise her. Alone and abandoned, she struggles to survive in a world that seems determined to break her. He is the ruthless mafia king of India, feared by all and loyal only to his family. He doesn't believe in love... until she enters his life, and everything he thought he knew begins to change. read the whole book and enjoy .. english is not my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes 36 #bride - out of 2.19k stories #3-loveaffairs. #11-coldhearted #1-introvert #1-mbbs #5--brothers #2-lovestory(out of 396k)

"Keep arguing with me,"Alessandro said, gripping her jaw lightly as he backed her against the wall. "I enjoy the look in your eyes before you lose." Aarohi's lips curved despite herself. "And I enjoy how close you come... just to do nothing." His gaze darkened. "Careful, tesoro,"he murmured near her mouth. "One day I won't." 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈 Italy's most feared man never wanted a family. Never wanted softness. Never wanted love. But one rainy night, an abandoned little girl was left on Alessandro Moretti's car... and somehow, he brought her home. Three years later, his cold mansion gains another unwanted presence-Aarohi Sharma. Soft-hearted. Traditional. Innocent. A woman dragged into his dangerous world and bound to a man everyone fears. She was supposed to be temporary. A mistake he could control. Instead, she becomes the only one who dares care for the child that isn't his.... and the only woman dangerous enough to touch the heart he buried long ago. In a house built on silence, secrets, and power-some storms don't destroy...They awaken.

ᥫ᭡.𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒊𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒙 𝑬𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 The eldest daughter and eldest son of the family. The two incomplete souls, the two loner hearts- Her heart was broken and his heart was yearning for solace. Everyone was around them, but no one was truly there they were still alone. Anaisha Chauhan the eldest daughter everything was going well in her life but then her one mistake happened and everything changed for her. The girl who was once the pride of her family had suddenly become a taint for them. The girl who abandoned her dreams for her family was being abandoned by the same people. Ekansh Rajvansh the eldest son he had taken all the responsibilities of his family. Even while he was being accused by his family for taking a life, he was still carrying their entire world on his shoulders. He was not sharing his thoughts or his burdens with anyone. He was happy that his family was his life, but there was still an emptiness in his heart-something incomplete, something unexplainable, but unbearable. They were struggling with their own inner turmoil. Anaisha married Ekansh, the son of her father's boss. This was an arranged marriage. What had happened in Anaisha's past? What would he do when he found out about her past? Would he be able to understand her? Would Ekansh ever be able to heal her? Would Anaisha ever be able to be his solace? What would happen when two loner hearts, two incomplete souls came together; would they mend together? Would they complete each other? 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 #𝑯𝒊𝒔𝑯𝒆𝒓𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 #𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Can be read Standalone

❝𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.❞ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 lives by medals, mission reports, and the silence of secrets while 𝐃𝐫. 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 breathes through research papers, lab results, and the noise of questions. Their first meeting was a disaster. It was hate at first sight. She mocked his 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 and he dismissed her 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. It was full of sharp words and stubborn pride, both swearing they could never stand each other. But fate worked in quiet ways as it bound them long before they realized it and met again. It was in the most desi way possible. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. Now that destiny tied them together, sparks don't fly because they clash like fire and ice as they turned it into a bet. She calls him emotionless. He calls her stubborn. She prays for his postings to keep him away while he silently yearns for a chance to pull her closer. A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 of all.

This is a story about a simple girl and a secret Mafia+ doctor. They both don't want to get married.there were personal reason behind it but fate brought them together . Now lets see what happens next in there destiny. { English is not my first language if there are any grammar mistakes and other mistakes, I apologise } TROPES ARRANGED MARRIAGE HATE TO LOVE AGE GAP (8 YEARS) DARK PAST MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE SOFT ROMANCE SECRET MAFIA + DOCTOR X STUDENT MULTICOUPLE BOOK GRUMPY X POOKIE OBSESSED + POSSESSIVE Thankyou 💗 Authorhinu 🧿

Love series #2 "Your name?" he asked, eyes still glued to his phone, thumbs moving like lightning. Megha tossed her hair over her shoulder and answered with perfect composure, "Megha Kalyanisundaravalli Srinivasan." His fingers stopped mid-type. Slowly, he looked up, brows raised in disbelief. "Umm... I just asked for your name, not your ancestral documentary." Megha placed one hand on her hip, unamused. "And I just gave my name. I'm not responsible if it's longer than your patience." He blinked, clearly thrown off. "This entire thing is your name?" "Yes," she said, deadpan. "Megha. Kalyanisundaravalli. Srinivasan. First name, middle name, surname. Any more questions, or should I start reciting my star sign too?" He stared for a beat, then muttered under his breath, "God save me" Coming soon....

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩