ROYAL SERIES #2 Love is an integral part of Marriage life. But there was not a pinch of love in their marriage life. They lived under the same roof but as strangers. It is a story of Muskaan Jayveer Pratap Singh & Jayveer Pratap Singh.They are bound by an Arranged marriage. Muskaan was the sweet princess of Udaipur who fell in love with him at first sight. On the other hand, Jayveer was the soon-to-be king of Jaipur, CEO of PRATAB Industries, whose heart was betrayed by lies. He had to get married to her for an heir. But did he ever realize her love for him? Let's see how their story ends with..... #1 heir(16/07/2024) #1 storytelling(24/07/2024)

𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎-𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 ˖𓍯 ──★ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴- 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ... 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟? 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ? 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘...

𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 ~𝓞𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓡𝓐𝓣𝓗𝓞𝓡.'𝓢 𝓐𝓡𝓓𝓗𝓐𝓝𝓖𝓘𝓝𝓘 . " 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞," I said while hoping they would agree. ----------------------- They were opposite personalities who ended up in an arranged marriage, which both were against, but destiny chose them to be with each other. They embarked on a journey filled with love as their worlds collided with each other. Immerse yourself in the captivating tale of 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 and 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑

Kavya never expected to find her place at the prestigious Delhi International School, but then she met Reyansh Malhotra. What started as a chance encounter in the corridor blossomed into an unbreakable friendship that became the envy of their entire school. For three years, they were inseparable-sharing dreams, secrets, and a bond so deep that Kavya began to see their friendship through rose-colored glasses. As Class XII approaches its end, Kavya realizes her feelings have grown beyond friendship. Watching Reyansh laugh with her, walk her to the local bus stop every day while his family's driver waited with their BMW, and treat her like she's the most important person in his world, she decides to take the leap and confess her love. But on the day she plans to open her heart, Kavya witnesses Reyansh asking Sanya-the popular, wealthy girl she can't stand-to be his date for the farewell party. Heartbroken and hiding behind the school pillars, Kavya overhears a conversation that destroys everything she believed about their friendship. To his friends questioning why he'd never consider dating Kavya, Reyansh's response is devastating: she's from a middle-class family on merit scholarship while he's from South Delhi elite society. Their "standards are too different," and being with her would hurt his reputation in their social circle. To him, she's nothing more than a charity case-his good deed, not his equal. In one crushing moment, Kavya discovers that three years of what she thought was genuine friendship was just pity from a rich boy playing the noble savior. Some hearts aren't meant to be given away, and some truths, once heard, can never be forgotten. A story about friendship, betrayal, class differences, and the painful lesson that love doesn't always conquer the divide between South Delhi mansions and middle-class apartments. COMPLETE ON SCROLLSTACK

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

THE BRIDE I'm nervous, but excited to marry him. My heart skips a beat every time I see him. There are people everywhere, but my eyes find only him. He says he loves me... but his eyes tell another story. Everything feels like a dream, and I'm terrified that if I open my eyes, it'll all vanish. THE GROOM My bride is beautiful-irresistible even-but uninvited in my heart. She's desirable... but unwanted. She dreamed of roses, fairy tales, and Prince Charming. But all I have to offer her are thorns and a reality she never saw coming. She doesn't know that this marriage isn't a beginning-it's a storm. Because they say there's a fine line between love and hate... And we're about to cross it.

"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "Were. I was married." Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....

"Cover your ears" Titli repeated her words. But Agastya was confused. "If I am covering my ears, then HOW WILL I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING?" Agastya almost shouted in frustration. He can't get enough of her. For him, Titli is irritating and cute at the same time. Umm cute mostly. " Agastya you don't need to hear me " Titli continued with a pout. " I just need to tell it you otherwise mere pet mein gurguri hogi" He was speechless. All his organs were dying because of her cuteness. But he sighed at the end. " Okay " Agastya whispered and just as Titli looked at him, he showed her his headphones. " I am playing a song. Say whatever you want now" he managed to tell her little roughly but deep inside he had some other plans. He did play a song but with no volume. "Say" " Hmm so..." She took a deep breath before starting. Her heart was racing. She knew she was hiding this from so long. But finally she got the courage to say it. Only because of his headphones. " I love you " Agastya's eyes winded with utter shock. The headphones, which had been securely placed over his ears, suddenly fell down. " What...." His whole face was painted in red. He could not understand how the hell she spoke the exact same words which was hidden in his heart. When a boy with unrelenting passion and a girl with a carefree spirit fall in love, what sparks? Be a part of their love story and give this book a chance :) 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 01.12. 24 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 01.07.25