"We are like magnets, pulled together by a force we can't control, yet pushing each other away when we get too close."

She stood in front of the dressing table, lightly spraying perfume on her pulse points, stealing one last glance at her reflection. The white and pink floral chiffon saree clung to her perfectly, making her look effortlessly beautiful. Behind her, her husband appeared, wrapped in a towel around his waist, trying to catch his reflection in the mirror. But she blocked his view. "How long are you going to stand there staring at yourself? Move," he said, a mix of irritation and amusement in his voice, grabbing her shoulder to nudge her aside. She didn't budge, deliberately lingering, pretending to fuss with her neckpiece, enjoying the slight flare of his temper. His eyes flicked to her bare neck. No mangalsutra. He let out a long sigh and, without a word, picked it up from the dressing table and draped it around her neck from behind. She frowned. "No, this will ruin my outfit," she protested, her voice tinged with mock annoyance. "You're too beautiful to go out without it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her shoulder. "The world needs to know that you're owned." He reached for the comb, fingers brushing hers as he did. "No one owns me," she snapped, spinning to face him. He smirked, running the comb through his hair with lazy confidence. "I'm your wife, and you're my husband," she said, pointing a finger at him, her eyes blazing. "We're equals. No one owns anyone, understood?" He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. "No. I own you, and you own me." With that, he tossed the cold comb onto the table. Her eyes followed the comb, and she shot him a sharp glare before storming out of the room. He rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and went back to getting ready. He yearns for love that feels like home - a bond to claim, a heart to protect. She dreams of freedom - to live on her own terms, to be her own strength. When his need for belonging meets her need for freedom, will love give them wings or chains?

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) Till 15th July. "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

Start: 27-04-2026 #𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. ⋆.˚✮𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮˚.⋆ Ekansh Deewan once loved a woman deeply, Hiba. His love for Hiba never faded away even after her demise. Hiba, being from a different religion, her family didn't approve of her marriage to Ekansh. They eloped and got married against the will of Hiba's family when they were twenty-six. They built a company together and became successful. Ekansh loved his wife and son dearly until... they were murdered. He lost his beloved Hiba and his six-month-old son to murder in the name of honor killing. The day he lost his Hiba he lost himself. He has become numb to the world and avoided people. Focusing on work and drinking. He became an alcoholic. At night, he will look at the last family photo he took with Hiba and his son as tears spill down his eyes. Seeing Ekansh's condition, his parents felt helpless seeing his son in distress. So, they forced him to marry Mayuri Thakur. An orphan girl his uncle was raising. Mayuri is a timid girl who lost her parents and was raised by Ekansh's uncle. She is quiet and soft-spoken. A nurse. Ekansh was pressured into marrying Mayuri against his will. Mayuri has always loved Ekansh from a distance. A one-sided love, even if she knew Ekansh would never love her back, she married Ekansh in the hope one day he would love her. Will Ekansh ever move on from his loss and accept Mayuri as his wife? Or did Mayuri make a grave mistake by marrying a self-destructive Ekansh?... ──── ✮ ──── 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥.

They say, you have to pay for every sin in the same life. It is this same world where Karma forces you to pay back for every good and bad deed, knowingly or unknowingly done by humans. But, what if sins done by one brother stand in front of another. Karma can be brutal... But its is ones attitude that defines the way that one handles the situation. It is easy to go in denial and run from the responsibilities. It is hard to accept the burden with a smile. It is easy to regret and repent. It is hard to retrace the steps. It is hard to forgive others... BUT it is impossible to forgive yourself. Twins - Rohit and Rahul Oberoi coming to meet you in Jan 2025. With very adorable Rishi Oberoi

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

How far would you go, in the name of love?

A beautiful neurosurgeon, after a car accident, travels back in time to the 1970s, becoming the high-profile military wife of her namesake. Faced with her once-despised "country bumpkin" husband, she contemplates escape, only to find herself captivated by his ardent tenderness and rock-hard eight-pack abs. From resistance to submission, the Ice Queen meets a doting husband, igniting a sweet journey from an arranged marriage to true love. Traveling through time and space, just to meet her destined soul mate.

¿──━──━──┙🐦‍🔥┕──━──━──¿ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧... 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 does not remember her name. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 has no memories. All 𝐬𝐡𝐞 holds is a strange letter, a new identity, and a body that does not belong to her. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 in the cold, lifeless body of a girl left beneath a cliff, she creates a new beginning for herself and steps into a world woven with secrets, betrayal, and blood-stained memories. But the deeper she digs, the more she is drawn to a cold, distant nobleman-one whose sorrowful gaze feels hauntingly familiar. All 𝐬𝐡𝐞 wants is to make those 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 shine again. And all 𝐡𝐞 ever wanted... was his 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 that vanished long ago. As shadows of the past rise, she must unravel the mystery of the body's death-and uncover the truth behind a promise that refused to die. Can 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭-𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 complete a vow once buried in tragedy-or will history demand its due once more? ¡──━───━───━───━──━────━─¡