" She was all he had . He was all that she needed ." Everything seemed flawless , maybe it was the timing which was imperfect . " Promise me , in my next birth ." She smiled through the pain , while his eyes were strained with tears as he held her closer to him , yet losing her slowly . Aahan Moronne , since that day had only one purpose in his life , Arya Valente , the love of his life . The purpose for which he must reincarnate to complete his revenge and claim everything that belonged to him , rightfully . Where Aahan Moronne gets another chance to get back his love and fulfill his revenge . One has the curse to remember everything while the other shares the present but can't remember the past ..

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

A Story of A City girl and A Tribal King. ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+◍✧⁠*⁠。 Adityanath x Dhanvi

♡𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 ♡ He hides secrets behind his smile. She captures the world through her lens. Atharv Raizada is not just a carefree, funny guy-he's a RAW agent on a dangerous mission in Kashmir. Sivika Mittal is a bold, fearless photographer chasing dreams and chaos. Two strangers. One mission. Countless misunderstandings. From enemies to lovers, from fake smiles to real feelings- their journey is full of laughter, secrets, danger, and unexpected love. And when the truth finally comes out... Will love survive the disguise? ✨ Two hearts in disguise... one truth at a time.✨

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? ✨ Wh

What happens when a merman forgets he is a merman? Chaos follows along with confusion, accidental humor, and feelings he never expected to have. Thrown into a world that feels unfamiliar yet strangely comforting, he stumbles through life unaware of the ocean calling him back. Between awkward moments, growing romance, and laugh-out-loud situations, secrets begin to surface. The deeper the bond grows, the closer the truth comes crashing in. A forgotten past. The hidden truth of the ocean. A destiny that was never truly lost only waiting to be remembered. An emotional, magical, and adventurous journey where love meets fate, and the sea never forgets its own. 🌊💫

⋆｡𖦹 °𓇼𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𓇼⋆｡𖦹 ° 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 "My universe didn't start until I felt your hands on me. And now, you only exist where I allow you to touch." 𓇼⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆🦋˖° 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 "You are the sacred burning truth I live by. And my existence is only validated by the way I worship your boundaries."

Earlier known as The Second Chance [The book is unedited once its get complete it will be rewritten] 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗬𝗨𝗧 𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗜 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗜 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ✧ What would happen when a widow gets married to the Sarpanch of seven villages who is a single father of a Baby girl. How they are going to survive in marriage by constantly hearing the taunts of villagers about their marriage. ✧ 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝘆𝘂𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿 ( 𝟯𝟱 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱) married to his first love 𝗠𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 (𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗸) 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿 with whom he could not get married at first place but when destiny gave him the second chance he could not hold but grab it. ✧ •1870s •Desi Romance •Age Gap •Second Marriage •Widow X Single Father Images used for cover photo belong to @Author_Darkrose Images used in the story belong to their original owners taken from Pinterest, google etc.

Fate took a sharp turn when Kaveri Suryavanshi, 26 and a successful doctor was was forced to marry her sister's fiancé as she ran away from her own marriage. Neil khanna, 28 was the CEO of the RP Enterprises. Rude and arrogant. He loved no one other than his family and business. How long could they sustain their marriage when they could barely stand each other's presence?