1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

Every generation leaves behind a wound and a whisper. But for them? It was desire unfulfilled. ~◇ ~ Suvarna Dutta She was a chaotic poetry- loud in laughter, quiet in pain. She loved too much and felt too deeply. Her world wasn't kind- parents who broke each other...and her, a home that echoed the shatter of broken plates and hatred more than love and laughter. But hoping was something she never compromised with. Neither was loving. Her tears carried stories, her smiles carried the warmth of a sunshine that shone the morning after a kalboishakhi storm. She was written in her own ink- messy, misplaced yet non-smudgable. She was unsavable- she knew that. She just wanted someone who wouldn't flinch at her truth. Aditya Aryan Chatterjee Taylor Aditya wasn't carved out of cold stones and still waters- He was a storm and a ray of sunlight at the same time. Warm and gentle in his gaze, fierce and relentless in his determination. His smile understood pain, his eyes didn't just look- they consoled, comforted and assured. His steps were kind and his strides- seldom confident. Torn between bloodlines and belonging, he was lost- often trying to fit into unstitched worlds. But in the end, his heart- it didn't belong to a country, it bled for one. ~◇~ They were the children of promises- promises that lingered amidst glances across the two terraces on lazy afternoons, of locked orbs in pandal crowds, in the folds of black and white sarees and Tussar silks. Promises might as well be forgotten, but memories? They stay. They haunt. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦.

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

Welcome to an exclusive series that brings together the voices of talented authors who have graced the world of storytelling with their words. In this series of intimate interviews, I have had the privilege of engaging with brilliant minds, each with their unique creative journey, offering insights into the art of writing and the passions that fuel their craft. Through these conversations, we will explore not just their stories, but the very essence of what it means to weave worlds with words, to create characters who linger long after the page is turned, and to discover the inspiration that drives them to write. These authors have captivated hearts, ignited imaginations, and shared their souls through the power of literature, and now, they open up their worlds to you. So join me on this literary journey, where each interview is a window into the heart of a storyteller, each word a reflection of the beauty and magic that only a writer can create.

What is life? As a doctor, I've spent years surrounded by its fragility and resilience, yet the answer remains elusive. Is it the rhythmic beeping of a monitor signaling a heart still fighting? The first breath of a newborn gasping for air? Or is it the silence that follows when a pulse fades into nothingness? Life is not merely biology-the steady rhythm of a beating heart, the exchange of oxygen in the lungs, and the electrical impulses firing through the brain. It is much more than its functions, much more than the diagnoses written on a chart. I've had patients defy every medical prediction, surviving against all odds. I have seen life slip away, despite our best efforts, despite every drug, every machine, every desperate plea. In the cold logic of medicine, life is data, numbers, and science. But there's so much more to life. It's the whispered prayers of a family in the waiting room. The grip of a hand that will not let go. Moments of unbearable sorrow and moments of inexplicable euphoria. So, I sit here and question myself once more-what is life, actually? Can one define it? Or is it only in the moments that leave us breathless that it's understood? Let me take you along with me as I unwrap this mystery not just through the eyes of a doctor but through the stories of those who lived, fought, and left echoes of their existence. Will you join me on this ride?

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

[ғᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ] 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢. "Do you want me?" he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation. Instead of answering, Maya reached up, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. Each button released with a soft click, revealing more of him beneath. The gesture spoke volumes, a silent invitation that made his heart race. Rohan held his breath, captivated by her boldness, knowing that the night ahead would be unforgettable. She pushed the fabric off Rohan's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and for a brief moment, they simply stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The cool night air brushed against their exposed skin, but neither of them noticed, too lost in the intensity of the moment. With a tender yet possessive touch, the silk fabric slipped from her waist, pooling around her feet like a delicate whisper, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her blouse and petticoat. The sight of her like this, vulnerable yet resolute, sent a shiver down his spine. "Maya..." His voice was rough, filled with an emotion he could barely contain, his hands reaching out to cup her face. "Are you sure about this?" She answered him with a kiss, her lips crashing against his with a fervor that left no room for doubt. .•♫•♬•Happy Reading•♬•♫•.

"I will make sure to give you every thousand reason to fall for me, so that you believe that this human is only made for this gorgeous goddess standing over here....." her head snapped towards me. "That means.... Prof. Garvit Singhania is only made for Prof. Sunidha Kashyap." I completed to which her eyes shone in delight after hearing me out. "Humein iss shadi se koi aitraz nahin hai." And here my heart who was throbbing because of fear soon began to do summer sault out of happiness. "And I would also love to write my name with yours." she said merrily, making me my scratch my neck of of shyness as I felt my ears grew hot and red.. ★ ° . *　°　.　°☆ 　. * ★ ° :. ★ ○ ° #1 in book of poems. #15 in best book ever

𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒑,is a rich businessman of the state. His wife Kavya was the only love of his life. He had a crush on her since their college days. Finally he proposed her and they got married. There dream of 'happily ever after' could not come true. They were married for 2 years when Aadya was born and Kavya lost her life while giving her birth. It broke Aarav completely. Now the only source of his survival was his 6 months old daughter, Aadya. It was then when his parents suggested him to marry again. He couldn't help but to marry again for the shake of her beloved daughter. .. ... 𝑯𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, a simple girl but unfortunately a widow. Her husband died just after ten days of their wedding due to heart attack. Her in-laws blamed her for her husband's death and she was thrown out of the house. Her parents forced her to marry again and that too with a man who was a father of 6month old daughter. What twists and turn will Aarav's and Hridya's lives take place? Will they ever accept each other?

BOOK ONE : TWO SOULS "In a world where crown forbids, their hearts dare to defy." In the opulent city of Jodhpur, where ancient traditions meet modern aspirations, two hearts beat with a forbidden love. Jahanvi Kumari, a spirited young woman living in the shadow of the majestic palace, harbors a secret affection for Devansh Shourya Singh, the enigmatic king of Jodhpur. For thirteen years, she has hidden her feelings, unaware of Devansh's own conflicted emotions. Devansh, torn between duty and desire, returns to Jodhpur after pursuing his studies abroad, only to find his heart still entwined with Jahanvi's. Yet, the weight of royal protocol threatens to keep them forever apart, as the rigid traditions of the palace dictate that royals cannot marry commoners. Will they find the courage to confess their love, defying centuries-old customs? Or will their affection remain forever entangled in the complex tapestry of royal obligations? Will Jahanvi and Devansh defy the constraints of their society to claim their happily ever after? **Book contains mature scenes in multiple number of chapters.**