𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

Scene one- She pick her phone and handbag, then stand in front of me, head high,eyes challenging, little smile and says "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂" She leaves, hips swaying, completely aware of the effect she has. My breath hitches. No. Stop. Control yourself, Scene two- As I am entering, I see that fucker shouting ,pointing directly at my wifey. "Who the hell are you hnnn" "𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝘂" I replies in cold voice sending a shiver down his spine. With three long steps, I reach him and punch that fucker three times and tell mumma and bunny to go in. But to my shock, my biwi take two steps ahead and kick that fucker hard at most sensitive area with her heels . With a smiling face she move in. Scene 3- He close his eyes, breathing unevenly, my name escaping from his mouth at end. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆" Leaving his hand, taking two steps back, arms cross, in low and teasing voice, I speak up "𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵" He open his dark eyes , stare at me shamelessly, finally speak up "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲" I chuckle, and move ahead.Placing my feet softly over his feet,closing the distance to his ear, sending a soft breath teasingly near his ear and whisper, "𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆" He stand there, System hange 440 volt ka jatka Banda out of planet Please don't judge my book, it's my first book. You need to read till chapter 12 for all above scenes. Tropes- IPS Officer × Professor Mature × Childish Arranged Marriage He Fell First & Harder Strong fl

This story revolves around a man who's obsessed with a woman-passionately, relentlessly, and since childhood. She is the air he breathes, the thought he can't escape, the reason his heart keeps beating. But what he doesn't know is that she's been just as obsessed with him all along, in ways he's never imagined. The question is-will fate pull them together? And if they finally cross paths, can the villains standing in their way tear them apart, or will their obsession burn too strong to break? RAGINI & RUDRAKSH 🧿 Mature themes involved 18+/21+ Abuse involved ( not from the ML ) Abusive words and languages used .

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

Trending🎉🙌🏻 #1 myth (12 december 2025) #2 Raja (26 september-2025) #2-historicalfiction (5 to 12 September 2025) #6-Rajput (5 to 12 September 2025) "He wore the crown. But she bore the weight." This is not just the story of a queen it is the story of a love so fierce it shaped kingdoms, won wars and destiny itself guides them towards each other. In these pages, you will meet Queen Mrinalika and her king, Adityan. You will see how they were bound by fate, how their hearts burned brighter than the deserts they ruled and how their love became both a weapon and a wound. This book is told in two seasons, two parts of the same unbreakable bond. (Season 1) Love and War .In a land where their kingdoms have been enemies for generations a young moonlight blessed princess and fire blessed prince dare to fall in love.Their story begins with a single stolen glance, blossoms amid shared battles and culminates in a defiant stand for their love against the weight of history and hate. Together, they fight not just for their thrones, but for each other until Mrinalika claims her rightful place beside the man who would move heaven and earth for her.This is the season where love conquers kingdoms. (Season 2) Crown and Conscience . Adityan as king face a moral dilemmas, another woman enters their world. What if then that same love is tested by duty, politics and sacrifice. You will feel the ache and you will walk beside Mrinalika the queen as she fights for dignity, for survival and for a love that refuses to die, even when the world turns against it. Through triumph and heartbreak, through whispered vows and silent tears, you will feel their love not only in its joy and passion, but also in its pain and resilience. This is the journey of a queen who rises, falls and rises again and of a king whose heart has always and will always, belong to her. May you rejoice in their victories, ache in their losses and carry their love with you long after the final page.

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He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angst #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 adorable #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-

She tightly shut her eyes as her breath goes uneven with his close proximity. Her lips parted unconsciously as she could hear her own heartbeat. He leaned down his head to kiss her but seeing her rising chest and shut eyes, he stopped and automatically a sad smile formed on his lips. His tightened his own fist before he could touch her waist. Why does he always tend to lose his control over his fucking hormones in front of her when he knows very well his wife is still not ready for the intimacy? The thought made him curse and heart broken at the same time. With a tired sigh he tried to leave from there but before he could, she held his wrist stopping him. 'Kaha jaa rahe hain aap mujhe aise chor k??' she whispered. He looked back at her confusingly but without giving him time to react , she pulled him close by his nape and slammed her lips on his and started kissing him slowly and passionately. By grabbing both of her waist he slammed her back onto the wall.. she gasped into his mouth as she could feel his erection poking between her thighs. At 25, Rekha had built a successful life for herself as a nurse in the city. Yet despite the years that had passed, one thing had never changed, her love for Madhav. But her heart was severely got crushed the day she founds out that same Madhav was now married and living happily with his wife. Shivam, a 24 year old village guy and a true gentleman with a heart of gold, works in a small company and leads a simple life. But everything changes when he meets Rekha. For him, it is love at first sight. The more he gets to know her, the deeper he falls. But how can he hope for her love when her heart already belongs to someone else? Will Shivam be able to heal a heart that has spent loving the wrong person?

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".