𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 An Arranged Marriage Story with desi romance. This is a standalone book. Resuming updates from : 1st August 2025 ₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊ "𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧- 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭."

♡♡♡ "I don't need you to fight for me," I whispered. "Main apni jung khud lad sakti hoon." He nodded slowly, his lips trembling at the corners. "Main jaanta hoon, Ruhi," he said, stepping even closer. "Tum bohot strong ho. Tumhe kisi ki zarurat nahi ." He raised his hand, gently cupping my cheek. "Par main..." he whispered, voice breaking slightly, "Main tumhare bina nahi reh sakta." His thumb brushed away another tear rolling down my cheek. "Tum nahi chahti main tumhara sahara bano... thik hai," he said. "Lekin mujhe tumhara sahara chahiye, Ruhi. Main chahta hoon tum meri zindagi mein raho... meri muskaan, mera sukoon ban kar." ♡♡♡ "I'm just... I'm not enough for you," I whispered brokenly. His hands tightened on my face. "Galat," he said fiercely. "Tum mere liye sab kuch ho, Ruhi." He leaned down, forehead pressing against mine. ♡♡♡ I shook my head. "Aap mujhe jaante bhi nahi." His jaw clenched. "Jitna jaana zaroori tha, utna jaan chuka hoon. Aur baaki ki zindagi tumhare saath jaanne ke liye tayar hoon." ♡♡♡ WARNING ■GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES ■MATURE SCENE

He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

Childhood sweethearts turning to enemies and then to lovers. Ethan and Amelia got separated 8 years back , and now that they've met again, the bond is not the same as it used to be . Only thing that's between them is fury , fire and aggression. The tension between them is immense. Let's see who wins in this game between these two Hate or love.

𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ☆ *** "Miss. Chauhan, do you even take anything serious?" "Ofcourse... Like irritating you, professor." >>>> Adhira Chauhan, 19 years old a extrovert, chripy and bubbly second year student. She's full of chaos and believes that life is meant to be lived with an open heart. She is ready to break any rules that come between her happiness and has zero interest in study. She's born to live a carefree life but forced to study because of her father. Shaurya Rathore, 28 years old calm, serious and disciplined man who's a math professor by profession. He believes in logic over emotions and quite strict about time management. He never break rules and his duty comes before anything else in world. He was born to run an empire but chose teaching as his profession. **** Tropes ☆ Student X Professor Calm X chaotic Enemies to lovers Age Gap Slow burn Rom-Com Grumpy X Sunshine She fell first, he fell harder Opposite attracts ~~~~~~

He is the pefect definition of Satan in the Sheep's couture. #3 The Desi Psychopath series But now the Satan will shut up, when she will speak He had her. All of her. She gave him all that she could. Her heart, her soul. Her everything. She showed him her side that was not for the outer world. She was a perfect baddie but, had a soft side...reserved only for him. He loved her more than he himself knew. But.. Just one mistake. And he lost everything. Now he craves for her and would do anything to get her back. What would happen when he would get to know something unexpected in his way to get her. Will she agree? ~I've never been a Saint, but her power got me on my knees~

Maybe sometimes love needs a second chance because it was not ready for the first time 🥀... Ekansh Malohtra a youngest buisness tycoon (28).. A man who is as strong as iron but her weakness is her daughter... Ruhi malohtra a 2 year girl wrap her around her fingers .In malohtra family there is something missing that is A female ... ekansh mother left her father... ekansh wife died while giving birth to Ruhi .. making his heart block for all emotions.... he has his father,his younger brother and her daughter. but his family wanted him to get married ... for the sake of her daughter he decided to marry her friend but what will happen when she will leave the mandap before marriage?? Ruhanika Sharma belongs to elite family... A strong, rebellious girl , sharp tongue... studying law (23years ) ... though she has a joint family but only person who cares for her is grandfather.... and she loves him a lot... Won't tell you much about story you have to read it and find yourself Tropes * grumpy ×sunshine * Single father *Second chance * Rom com ... Well if you have read my prior novels you must know my fictions are roller coaster so you will find every feelings. I hope you will have a good time reading this and you better vote and comment 🔪🙂

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.