1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu ( I'm terrible at writing description

~Talab talab talab Bas teri hai mujhe Nashon mein tu nasha Banke ghulna yunhi Meri mohabbat ka karna Tu haq ye adaa Meri hoke hamesha hi rehna Kabhi na kehna alvida Meri subah ho tumhi Aur tumhi shaam ho Tum dard ho Tum hi aaraam ho~ Aryansh ♡ Maahi Ahaan ♡ Anayra Adhay ♡ Ariti Avay ♡ Ishika Yuvaan ♡ Ruhanika A tangled love mystery a between the couples, let's see will they be able to work on it together or their destiny has some other plans!

First book of ✨️ EUPHORIAL SERIES✨️ She is the spark which can lit the fire of love.....BUT HE WAS THAT FUEL WHICH CAN BURN THE WORLD FOR HER. "Kisi ki Duniya ban Jane se lekar.. Kisi ki Duniya bachana.... Pyaar hai"

He's been irritating me from the very first day we met. I still remember that day vividly-I was crying, and instead of offering any kind of sympathy, he looked at me with that infuriating smirk and said I looked like a pig. Who does that? From that moment, he was permanently etched into my list of people to avoid. He's the guy who always comes in second place without ever seeming to study, at least not that I've seen. He never pays attention in class, and yet, somehow, he's always near the top. It's infuriating, really. And yet, here I am, breaking all my own rules, doing things that don't make any sense-for him. Why? I honestly don't know. I don't have a single good reason for these ridiculous actions I'm taking. Am I actually developing feelings for him? No. Absolutely not. There's no way. Not when I'm in my right mind. But then again... am I even in my right mind anymore? Rehaan Randheer X Saher Kulkarni Head boy X Head girl

~𝐒𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊.. ♡𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆... [ 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓..]♡❤️‍🔥🥀 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈 𝒎𝒓 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒊𝒊𝒊?? 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚...✿⁠ 🦋 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉...☆☆🍂

This story is an example of "She fell first and He fell harder"

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

Rudra Singh Rathore, 26 yr old.✨ A man who has never bowed down to anyone and never will. Ruthless, arrogant, and a commanding presence, he is the mafia king and CEO of the Rathore Company. Fearless, he has no concern for losing anything, and the word "sorry" doesn't exist in his vocabulary. Family is his top priority, surpassing all else. He believes he is not made for love, considering it a weakness; he believes he can never truly love anyone. ♡ Purvi Sharma, 19 yr old. 🎀 Purvi Sharma is a bright and compassionate 19-year-old girl, cherished as the sole child by her loving parents. She values the warmth of her close-knit family and possesses a kind heart that resonates with empathy, making her deeply sensitive to the feelings of others. Despite the darkness that surrounds her, Her gentle soul remains untouched, as her sensitivity and empathy keep her rooted in positivity, shielding her from life's harsher aspects. Although she can be easily hurt, she never reciprocates pain, fully understanding the weight of sorrow. The story of two different people.