Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. One who surpassed even her bua ji. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." - "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else."

°•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

Vedika x Abhimanyu She was mute, deaf, and handicapped-an orphan from a small village after her grandfather's death. But she was a strong-willed girl, never allowing anyone to put her down. When a man mocked her for being mute, she struck him with a vase. Just four days after her grandfather's death, she was married off to a man who saw her only as a responsibility. On their wedding night, he left her-and didn't return for six months. During that time, she lived in his house, treated as nothing more than a maid, working tirelessly. Why did he leave her on their first night? And what made him come back after six long months? And most of all-was Vedika really mute?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book 1 GHOST Complete Book 2 TROJAN Ongoing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

The saga of family that struggled to reform the bonds that had once been lost to the games of destiny. A tale of several hearts intertwined with an unknown thread of fate. Amidst the ups and downs, through the thick and thin, remains constant the unwavering essence of love and trust in the relationships that bonded them together. The woman who fought the world to give herself another chance at life ends up with the man who had lost his heart to the girl who could never be his. But the blessing was their little one who had the magical key to their hearts and weaved the relationship between them. Another woman who decided to end it all and the man who held her hand through the conversion of the ending into another beginning. The sister who craved for love and the brother who could give her none. The bothers who lived for each other and the women who held them together. Not a fairytale. Not all rainbows and butterflies. And yet the most beautiful tragedy of their life! Join the family in their journey ahead!

"I want a divorce." Amaira Malik had given her husband, Shivaansh Randhawa 2.5 years of her life, trying to become the perfect wife, the perfect hostess, the perfect partner. She had spent the last few years of her life working to make their marriage perfect, putting in 100% of the effort. But now she was tired. Tired of being taken for granted. Tired of being pushed away and into a corner. She was tired of just existing. She wanted to start living. What do you do to a rotting limb holding you back from thriving? You chop it off. You get rid of it. And that is exactly what she was going to do with her husband. She was finally going to do what she should have done a year ago. She was going to ask for a divorce. The only problem was, would her rude, arrogant, cold, ruthless husband grant her one? He claims he does not care for her. So then why suddenly is he having such a hard time signing the dotted line which would set the two of them free of each other's company forever?

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.