Once upon a time, men and women entered marriage with very clear policies regarding the division of labour: he would go to work and "bring home the bacon," while she would stay at home and cook, clean, and raise the children. Things aren't the same as they used to be. Modern Indian romance, intimacies, and marriages are far more complicated than assessments and reality television shows portray. In India, arranged marriages are an unique and complex process. People seek a 'soulmate' with whom they can spend the rest of their lives, but they also have specific expectations of the potential bride or groom. There is a strong narrative about finding love, compatibility, and connection, but what stands out is a real intent to replicate class identities beneath all of this. In a country that depends on a spending population, "middle class" is a necessary armour, a shared language, a value system, and, more importantly, a way of life. Life may be unjust, irritating, and disarmingly disappointing on most days. Being middle class, on the other hand, creates character in a culture obsessed with the need to be a part of the rat race. Marriage also places the onus of making sacrifices, concessions, and making the marriage work on the couple. This tale illuminates the unseen and underappreciated aspects of an Indian arranged marriage, the life of a middle-class wife and husband and their shared responsibilities as they navigate through life. Immense amount of desi tadka awaiting your way. *I don't own the illustration on the poster.*

|| DESI BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE|| ●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○●○•○● I always thought I was living a perfect life because I had everything one could dream about, be it family, friends, money, fame. I was working as a COO, everything was perfect until...I realised her existence and started feeling as if I was lacking the most precious someone. She came into my life making up for all the lost time. She came to me with her unforgettable memories and their consequence which she has always considered her burden. "She is my prayer." ●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•● People assume that if you are wealthy then you have near to no problems in your life but thats what it is, an assumption. I had a past about which I did not talk to anybody, neither my family nor my friends. I always kept it deep inside my heart. I thought I have overcome my trauma but I didn't realized that my scars were never healed but suddenly he came with his emollient presence and lethal eyes and healed all my scars. "Before him was good but with him was like paradise." Thank you for reading, have a great day 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒♫₊˚.🎧 ✩｡📖 (All the photos used in this story belong to their respected owner)

Two billionaire brothers. Two village sisters. A broken friendship. A promise. And falling in love... Vikram and Vishal are the heirs to the well-known Saaho Group fortune. London bred and educated, the handsome brothers are accustomed to a jet-setting lifestyle while they win cutthroat business deals, date beautiful women and spend time with their doting family. A promise and love towards their ailing grandfather makes Vikram and Vishal go to a small village in India. Keeping their identities a secret, they stay with the modest Gulati family whose head of the family used be their grandfather's best friend before the friendship broke. But the Saaho brothers hadn't included the old man's granddaughters in their plan. Things get complicated when the older Gulati sister who is a sweet, kindhearted village doctor begins to melt Vikram's ruthless heart. And the bold, feisty younger Gulati sister steals away Vishal's peace of mind. What happens when the two village sisters fall in love with two city-bred brothers without knowing their true identity? THE PROMISE is a standalone sweet, entertaining tale of family, friendship and love. **** The Promise is a #1 Romance Bestseller on Amazon India published in February 2019. It will be available on Wattpad only until June 30, 2025. Ebook and paperback can be purchased on Amazon. It is also available for free with Kindle Unlimited subscription.

"Sir, Ma'am, please calm down. We will reach our homes safely." The air hostess tried to calm down the panicked passengers after our plane got hijacked and the terrorists killed a man right in front of our eyes. There is chaos all around. These terrorists are negotiating with our government to release their leader and the deadline they gave is 5 hours. They killed a man when the government didn't give any reply even after an hour. One of the terrorists is arguing with an officer over the communication channel when the doors of the runway entrance opened and a man dressed in an army uniform came out holding another at gunpoint The thing that shocked me more is the girl who followed them. She is wearing a jean top and her hair is tied in a high pony. The man who was held hostage tried to punch the officer but she held his hand mid-air and pinned him to the ground within a second and kept the gun in his mouth. What is she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be in Delhi now? What is she doing in Mumbai? What is my fiancee doing here?

I saw her walking to and fro looking at the window and to the bed impatiently. She was clearly disappointed because of the rain. Clad in a white saree with simple accessories and free hairstyle, she was looking ethereal. When she returned from the window with a frown on her face, I grabbed her hand and made her sit on my lap. She gasped at my action. But it was swallowed inside my mouth as I latched my lips on hers taking her for a surprise. "enna .. enna pandra?" ( what are you doing?) she stuttered breaking our kiss. "ennennamo panna asa dhan.. panatuma? unaku ok va?" ( I want to do so many things with you, shall I ? is it ok for you?) Another short story of a cute couple.

"maa.. I can't marry him" "why?" "because.. because.. he is a professor" "so what?" "please ma.. not him please. A professor should not marry a student. Its forbidden you know" I pleaded which went in to deaf ears. Another short story.

"what do you want?" There was a silence suddenly with the way I asked. She was taken back by my words. "I ..I .. just casually called to talk with you. My father gave me your number today.. " "Vidya.. is it ok if we talk later after marriage? I don't like to spend time talking over the phone or messaging before the marriage" my words came little harsh. "ohh.. ok.. ok.. Sorry.. Really sorry to have disturbed you.. sorry" she cut the call abruptly.

[a desi college romance] Vijay and Nila have only one thing in common - they take the same bus at the same time everyday. What if this mere commonality steers their life into a whirlpool of uninvited feelings, wholesome conversations and unexpected connections, taking them on a ride they don't recall buying tickets for?

I never expected this. Being bound to her, my student, by something as cold as an arranged marriage. she's always so bright, clinging to me and I... wasn't being the guy she wants but she never gave up on me. But in the little moments between our sarcasm and awkward encounters, I started to realize something- I was starting to care. A lot. And I'm scared. scared to mess up everything while trying to win her love. ____________________________________ Troupes: ✿ grumpy x sunshine ✿ arranged marriage ✿ professor x student ✿ second chance ✿ green flag MMC ENJOY!

The sky here looks lonely. No star twinkles back at me even on the murkiest nights. Where are you my Moon? Why don't I see you? Come, fill my world again with your glow. Come, shine down your brilliance on me once more. Say something. Talk to me. If not then at least look at me... Spare me a single glance... ...breathe life into me. ~~~~~~~~ Her jaded eyes brimmed with life when they fell upon his lone figure, looking back at her with the same intensity, eyes staring directly into her soul. She fervently wished he wasn't a figment of her vivid imagination. Because if he were, she wouldn't be able to trust herself anymore. Her breath hitched seeing him taking slow, deliberate steps in her direction, making her heart thump madly against her bosom. And soon a familiar name rolled down her tongue... "Eklavya..." ~~~~~~~~ Note: This is part two of EklavyaxAnamika Universe. It cannot be read as a standalone. To have a better understanding it is advised to read part one before. ~~~~~~~~ Swarna_Mriga. Anamika ©2025. Cover. All rights to its owner