𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

I thought I would never do what my sister did to my parents. But the moment I entered his house, I felt my promises breaking. Growing up, we were preached not to do three things at any cost. 1. Have a relationship with boys. 2. Love Marriage. 3. Marriage out of caste. And my elder sister ended up doing all three things. She fell in love with a Billionaire's youngest son, married him in court and left us alone. But, after one year, she finally remembered me as her third trimester began, and she couldn't trust anyone in the family. My mother's heart melted with the news of the baby, and she ordered me to go to my sister's home and help her. Little did I know that the man I once rejected would turn out to be the eldest son of the Billionaire. And, these 89 days would turn my world upside down-my beliefs would be tested, my patience would break, my promises would shatter and my virg... Uhm! And, at the end of those days, I would be standing on the crossroads to whose heart to break-my parents' already broken heart or his heart again. @2025 Copyright. Mature Content!!

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

In which a girl learns how to fight against her demons and the boy who fails to understand her

My parents named me Roshni - the one who brings light. Maybe, that's why I was never like the other girls. I spoke too much, laughed too loud than the girls were allowed to and never cared about what people said a girl should or shouldn't do. I wanted to live life my way - to read, to dream, to feel every little thing deeply. And when my wedding was fixed, I thought maybe this was it - the start of my happy life. He sent me letters filled with love, words that made my heart flutter. Every morning, I waited for his handwriting, every night I dreamed of meeting him. But my one mistake changed everything. One meeting destroyed everything I ever believed in. In just one night, I lost my name, my honor, and maybe trust of my family. People called me characterless. My would-be husband refused to even look at me. And the ones who once smiled at me, now whispered behind my back. I didn't defend myself. I couldn't. Because sometimes silence screams louder than words. For days, I watched my family's name being dragged in the dirt. And with every insult, something inside me broke - and then turned into fire. Now, I don't want love. I don't want peace. I want justice - for me, for my family, for every woman who was called characterless. They took my light away. But now I will return as the flame that burns everything that tried to destroy me. I am Roshni And this is not the tale of Love but Revenge. Mature Content!

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

I was only nine when my life changed forever. I was sold like an object; all of my cries were ignored as if they meant nothing. I meant nothing. That night, I learned that in this world, I had no value -- not as a child and not as human as well. So, I learned to survive on my own. Later years were even cruel. I was sold and tossed from one hand to another. I was taught to obey, to smile when I wanted to cry, to bury my pain deep inside. Love? Happiness? Those were words that didn't exist in my world. All I knew was how to survive. And when I lost all of my hopes of survival as well, he came. He didn't just look at me, he saw me. He made me feel something I never felt before. I saw a spark of hope in him, but hope is dangerous. I am dangerous and not something meant for love. I want him to stay away from me because I don't want him to burn with me in the same fire. I need him to stop and save himself from this forbidden love. I can never be his and person like him are not meant to be mine. I am Sandhya and this is my story of Love and Freedom from those who call themselves my master.