He was fire. She was the wind. And together, they could either destroy the world... or heal it. Rana Rudraksh Vardhan-Asia's most powerful businessman and the feared head of the Asian Mafia and the secret crowned prince of Vardhapur. He is untouchable, unbreakable, and cursed. Every woman who marries into the Vardhan bloodline dies within a year, and Rudraksh has embraced that darkness as his fate. Rivanya Bedi is his complete opposite-a compassionate soul with unshakable faith in Maa Gauri. Forced into marriage as a replacement for her step-sister, she is thrown into Rudraksh's world of blood, betrayal, and secrets that could burn her alive. But what she doesn't expect is the man behind the mask... the one whose pain runs deeper than the curse that haunts him. As Shiv meets Shakti, fire meets wind, and love collides with destiny, will their union receive the blessing of the gods? Or will Rudraksh and Rivanya be torn apart by the curse that has claimed every soul before hers? RUDRAVANYA - a story of love, power, and the divine war between fate and faith.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

Varsha Sharma had always believed life unfolded in a straight line-one step after another, one dream leading gently into the next. She had love waiting for her, wedding rituals filling her days, a brother and sister-in-law who were her world, and two little souls who filled the house with laughter. Everything was set. Everything was certain. Until the night everything changed. In a single, cruel moment, her perfect life shattered, leaving her with two infants who clung to her heartbeat and a world that no longer made sense. Her marriage collapsed, her home fell silent, and every path she once dreamed of closed at once. But grief has a strange way of rearranging destinies. Pulled together by loss and bound by responsibility, Varsha and Ashwin Raina-strangers in every sense but devotion-find their lives stitched into the same story. He, the quiet, work-driven brother who lost a sister too soon. She, the bruised yet unbreakable girl who became a mother overnight. Together, they step into a marriage neither planned, building a family from the ruins of heartbreak, discovering strength in places they never looked, and learning that sometimes love doesn't arrive as a choice... but as a promise you make to those who can't make one for themselves. Sometimes love doesn't arrive as a fairy tale- sometimes it grows quietly in the spaces grief leaves behind.

#BOOK1 IN THE HISTORICAL SERIES CAN BE READ ALONE "Humne aapse vivaah bas apne raajya ke sammaan ke liye kiya hai, humse or koi aas mat rakhiyega" I said to him in an emotionless tone. (I married you just because of the pride of my kingdom, don't expect anything more from me) "humne bhi ye vivaah apne Bhaisa ke sammaan or unki galati ki kshama maangne ke liye hai, humein aapse kshama ke atirikta or koi aas nahi hai." he said while looking into my eyes, I don't know why his words pierced my heart. Am I that helpless? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (1470) AADRIKA SINGH SHEKHAWAT : princess of Udaipur was forced to marry the prince of Jodhpur. Being a princess, she has always got what she wanted but not a swayamvar. The man she was supposed to marry ran from her wedding, will she get the love from the replaced husband of hers? MEGHRAJ SINGH RATHORE : Prince of Jodhpur and brother of the groom. he is ruthless but soft only with her. he is mature but childish only with her. he is the PRINCE and the REPLACED HUSBAND only for her.

👀 "𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬" "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬" When NOOR lost her voice, she found strength. When VEERANSH lost his world, he built one from ruins. She lost her voice, not her fire.. He lost his world, but built a new one.. Noor, once full of life, now lives in silence after a tragic accident stole more than just her voice. Veeransh, a self-made CEO, carries the weight of a painful past and a promise to protect. ~~ 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 - 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨. When their worlds collide, words aren't needed - because some hearts speak louder in silence. _________________________________________ Noor + Ansh = A symbolic fusion of light (Noor) and part (Ansh) → "She is his light. He is her part of peace." _________________________________________ Nooransh - a story of quiet strength, unseen scars, and a love that speaks without sound. Two broken souls. One powerful journey. Nooransh - a story of love, pain, and unspoken courage. ~~ 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 - 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚. Some stories aren't meant to be read aloud - they're meant to be felt in silence. Give Nooransh a chance... it might just echo in your heart forever.......

Dr prachi singhania delicate broken heart girl who craves for love got a man who fixed her broken scattered heart by decorating 🎀 it beautifully with his love.

He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.

"The Vows We Never Chose" by Yuvi is a heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the cruel twist of fate. She married a man who never loved her ,a husband whose words cut deeper than silence and whose heart was a locked door she could never open. Just when she thought she had accepted her lonely reality, tragedy struck. A fatal car accident shattered their world, leaving her a widow... and soon after, a mother-to-be. Caught between the weight of her unborn child and the expectations of a grieving family, she finds herself bound by a new set of vows ,not of love, but of duty. The elder brother of her late husband, a man cold as ice and distant as a forgotten dream, is forced into a marriage of convenience with her. What begins as a forced union, stitched together by heartbreak and family pressure, slowly unravels hidden emotions and unspoken truths. Can two broken souls, united by loss and bound by unwanted promises, ever find a way to heal? In a world where choices are stolen and hearts are left bleeding, will their reluctant vows ever transform into something real?

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

𐔌𝐌𝐔𝐐𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 ~ 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 .ᐟ ₊ ꒱ ✧─── ๋࣭ ⭑ - Dedicated to all my readers, ❝jinhone mohabbat to kar li par us chahat ka izhaar na kr sake...❞ ───✧ Written by Lily ★·🌷·