Valeria Moretti vanished in a blaze of twisted metal and smoke ...or so the world believed. But the plane crash was her escape, her only path out of a marriage poisoned by betrayal. Two lives torn apart. But one, a woman finally free to choose herself and a love on her terms. (Some details added 27 March 2026 due to repeat questions. Message added to Author Note in final part)

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

3 lives got entangled due to the twisted Destiny...... Vidyut Rajvanshi married his college sweetheart Sanjana and was leading a happy life ......both love birds were living in their own world that they created with love .... Pankhuri on the other hand is studying hard to achieve her goal and working part time to take care of her sick mother ..... struggling at every step of her life ..... But then Destiny played its card and choas happened...... And the 3 lives changed completely...... https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9woAZ_S3ml/?igsh=OHg0NHBlZmE0MnN6

"Why are you looking nervous?" Rajiv asked her. "Nothing", Leena replied. "Then why are you moving away from me?" he asked as she matched his steps and walked backward whenever he took a step towards her. "Nothing", she said and came to a halt with the wall behind her. She was trapped between the wall, the counter, and him. He came close to her with his eyes fixed on her full lips. He took her chin in his hand and gently ran a thumb over her moist lips. "Are you afraid of me? Why? I am your husband", he said to her. "Rajiv...", she mumbled as his hand slid down to her waist. "Don't you love me?" he asked her as he pulled her in. "I love you..." she whispered as he kissed her neck. Rajiv and Leena see their happy home life crumble around them from an incident well beyond their control. They separate for 15 years and meet again when their three children, Ravi, Abhi and Kiran have grown up. With their undying love and devotion towards each other, how will Rajiv and Leena fight against all odds and try to bring their family back together and rekindle their feelings and passion for each other.

What if you are married to a man who is still in love with his ex girlfriend and doesn't want you in his life? Terrible? Sindhu had to face the same thing in her life too; except that she willed herself into a loveless marriage knowing everything. So, what do you think happens when she had to live with Karthik Narayan under the same roof? Differences, fights, misunderstandings and may be love?? Highest #: 7 in chicklit on 06-11-2015 13 in chicklit on 25-09-2015 14 in chicklit on 17-09-2015

Varsha Sharma had always believed life unfolded in a straight line-one step after another, one dream leading gently into the next. She had love waiting for her, wedding rituals filling her days, a brother and sister-in-law who were her world, and two little souls who filled the house with laughter. Everything was set. Everything was certain. Until the night everything changed. In a single, cruel moment, her perfect life shattered, leaving her with two infants who clung to her heartbeat and a world that no longer made sense. Her marriage collapsed, her home fell silent, and every path she once dreamed of closed at once. But grief has a strange way of rearranging destinies. Pulled together by loss and bound by responsibility, Varsha and Ashwin Raina-strangers in every sense but devotion-find their lives stitched into the same story. He, the quiet, work-driven brother who lost a sister too soon. She, the bruised yet unbreakable girl who became a mother overnight. Together, they step into a marriage neither planned, building a family from the ruins of heartbreak, discovering strength in places they never looked, and learning that sometimes love doesn't arrive as a choice... but as a promise you make to those who can't make one for themselves. Sometimes love doesn't arrive as a fairy tale- sometimes it grows quietly in the spaces grief leaves behind.

I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021

She gave him her heart. He gave his time to someone else. But in the end, she found love where it didn't hurt to care.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?