❝When vows are shattered, redemption is the only way❞ Adyant ᥫ᭡veda 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: - Marriage of convenience - She fell first, he fell harder - Age gap - Slow-burn - Hard-core angst - Second chance romance - Groveling

❝She loved him like a prayer; He left her like a passing season.❞

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. Gasping, I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say-a mansion. Everything about it screamed wealth, power... and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn't a nightmare. It was my new reality. "Welcome to my world, princess," he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. --- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. He wore sweetness like a mask, a disguise that crumbled the moment he had me. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn't just hurt me-he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. Like a promise. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn't have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway-unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn't offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn't hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. Tangling in the strings of two devils-one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned. In trying to escape one prison... I fell into another. Will he heal me... or destroy what's left of me? ------------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS DARK ROMANCE, FORCED AND HAS MATURED CONTENT. ⚠️PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK

"Let fate play its part" Two of India's biggest family empires. An arranged marriage that's basically a merger. For everyone else, it's the wedding of the century. For Adhrit? It is just another task on his to-do list, another duty to check off. He is so buried in expectations that he has forgotten what he actually wants. For Izna? It's a life sentence. She is a voice that won't be suppressed and an undying spirit, which chafes viciously against all this "tradition." So on the night of this grand wedding, they do the only thing that makes sense to each of them- They run. Classic, right? Except the real joke has been played with them and by whom? The almighty, eternal truth of the cosmos, Fate.Well, yes the fate too has, it's own ruinous beguiling part to play, perhaps. As per their expectations, they're not tasting the enigmatic freedom but are actually, stuck staring at each other from opposite seats in the same first-class train compartment. Because they've accidentally booked tickets on the same month-long luxury tour across India. It's just them, the weird tension, and the whole country rolling by the window. It's gonna be a long thirty days. He's all quiet restraint. She's all defiant fire.They will all place bets placed, play try not to kill each other while they might even, simultaneously, against all odds, find something to laugh about. So, the real question might not be about family legacies or who ran first.Instead, can a month on a train make two strangers fall in love? Or are they just speeding toward a really expensive disaster? 30 days!! Are they enough for the love voyage to sail or to sink? ╹⁠ ╹ (Heads up: This story gets real. Mature themes ahead.)

Disclaimer:Has mentions of sexual abuse. "I never wanted you in my life! Mere gale bandh diya tumhe Mummy papa ne. Isiliye itne dino tak tolerate kiya hai, ab nahi. I don't want anything to do with you anymore." "What does this mean?", Raina's lips trembled as she expected the worst to come out. "What do you think it means? A divorce!", Aryan stormed out of their room. ●●●●●●●●●●●● Aryan Khurana is the quintessential athlete. Handsome, well built and hardworking. He is the star of the Indian Cricket Team, girls go gaga after his looks and boys aspire to be him. He has everything he had ever wanted, a career, money and a beautiful girlfriend. Raina Singh, ambitious, intelligent, confident and unbothered. She is a free bird, an aspiring physicist. She is smart but clumsy, confident but dresses shabbily. All in all does not care for anything that comes out of a third person's mouth. Never a big fan of cricket but had always liked and admired Aryan. Fate swings it's wand, Aryan and Raina are thrown together in an arranged marriage. Raina tries to fit in in Aryan's world but all she does is embarrass herself. Precarious pile of embarassing situations fall on Aryan's back and he throws his undeserving wife out of his life unknowing of how accustomed he had grown to her presence and her, unknowing of the fact that he had fallen for her. What happens when they meet again after one year? In a faraway land, where the roles are reversed. Love hurts but this love just hurts.

She kept giving until she finally found her self-worth. He kept taking until he finally lost her love. © All Rights Reserved

लोग दिल से दिल लगा लेते है , सिला-ए-दिलागी में कई ज़ख्म दिल में पा लेते है, उसी दिलागी के कुछ पैगाम सुनो, मैने जो देखा उसका आंखों देखा सियाहीदा अंजाम सुनो, ये इश्कनाशी दिलगि का बेवफाई भरा अंजाम सुनो। so, namaste and hello I know I should translate these poems but it is just the beginning if you like my Hindi poems i will think about publishing English ones too since there are around 70 of them so it will take time until then enjoy my Hindi poems also I don't own all the pics used here credit goes to their respective owners and Pinterest

Go Goa Series - Book 2 Thank you Aaru for the beautiful cover ❤️ Life is a box full of spices and relationships are like pickle. The older it gets the more tangy, tasty and spicier it turns out to become. But at times we tend to ignore that box full of spice in life and store it inside a closet...just like our memories. Some so bitter... Some very sweet...Yet Unforgettable. Ray D'Cruz and Riya D'Souza also shared one such past. A young couple in love who fought the world for their love and married each other but quickly divorced too. According to them, they were bad husband and wife to each other but wanted to be the best parents for their only daughter. The reason why they lived as neighbours and great friends even after a bitter divorce. Eight years later they decide to move on with different people but an unknown bond draws them towards each other. What is it? Possessiveness, Jealousy, Lust or Love? Something is definitely pending between... Ray n Riya... Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental Copyright Disclaimer: I don't own any rights of pictures used if any. They belong to the owners respectively.