𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and selflessly. However, she was unaware that her kindness had drawn the wrong kind of attention until Shariq Raichand kidnaps her, shattering her world. Lost in despair, Shivanya nearly gives up hope-until her boss, Vihaan Rajput, steps in as her unexpected savior, pulling her from the clutches of a traumatic future. But when Vihaan returns her to her family, she discovers a chaotic mess waiting for her at home. In a surprising move, Vihaan offers to marry her to protect her honor. But will this marriage be born out of pity, or could it blossom into something more - something real? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

SAURAB PATEL: Working in a private institute as a professor. He is rude and arrogant towards the world and also sweet and caring towards his family. He loves his younger sister to the core. For the world, he is a businessman. His favorite hobby is working as a professor, which is known by the closed ones. He doesn't believe in love. Though the ex cheated on him, he was not able to forget the pain.He hates when his parents talk about his marriage. Age:27 MEENAKSHI RAJKUMAR: 3rd year engineering student specializing in agriculture and food engineering. Love her family and her only friend. She misses her sister, who is married. She believes in love. Age: 20 What happens when Meenakshi knows about the arranged marriage? Will Saurab love Meenakshi?? Love or hate?? Let's see!!!!

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

[Slow updates] 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 • • • • • • • • • • 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 The sacred fire had been burning too long. It cracked and spat like it knew. Like it had been waiting for a groom who would never arrive. The music had stopped. The smiles had died. Only whispers remained. "Left her..." "At the mandap..." "What a disgrace..." She heard every word. Still, she didn't move. Draped in red. Covered in gold. Sitting like a statue carved out of pride and humiliation. Her eyes burned so fiercely it felt like they might bleed- But she refused to cry. Tears would mean he mattered. Tears would mean he had broken her. The priest shifted uncomfortably. Relatives looked away. Her parents stood frozen between shame and helplessness. Time stretched. Suffocating. Merciless. Then- A voice. Sharp. Cold. Absolute. "I will marry her." The words didn't just interrupt the silence. They shattered it. Every head turned. He walked forward through the stunned crowd without hesitation, without permission - as if this was never a question of if, only when. He stopped before her. For the first time, she looked up. And the world tilted. Not a stranger. Not a savior. Him. The one man she had buried long before today. He bent slightly, his presence swallowing the chaos around them. His voice dropped, meant only for her, each word deliberate... intimate... inevitable. "Welcome back in my life, sweetheart." Not an offer. A claim. As if she had never truly escaped him.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬... "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧." She loved him when she was too young to understand what love meant. He rejected her when he was too guarded to feel anything at all. On her eighteenth birthday, she confessed her heart to the man she had loved for years-her brother's best friend. His rejection was cold. Precise. Unforgettable. "You're not the girl I desire." Five years later, fate brings them face to face again-not as a girl with a foolish crush, but as a woman ready for marriage... to someone else. This time, he doesn't return to reject her. He returns to marry her. She no longer asks for his love. She no longer waits to be chosen. Yet his sudden yes feels more dangerous than his past rejection ever did. Once, she begged him to see her. Now he claims her without love. And she fears that becoming his wife will hurt far more than the day he told her she was not the girl he desired.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ••••••••••••• 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 I stepped into the room and the sight before me made my heart drop. Chachi was crying uncontrollably while Mom tried to console her, whispering soft words that clearly weren't helping. On the bed lay the bridal lehenga-perfectly arranged, untouched... as if the bride had simply vanished from the moment. A strange uneasiness crept into my chest. "Chachi... what happened? And where is Lavanya?" I asked, my eyes searching the room, hoping she would suddenly walk out from somewhere laughing. Mom looked at me, her eyes red. "Lavanya... ran away." For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent. Ran away? The words echoed in my mind like a cruel joke. Just last night she had smiled at me, telling me she was happy. How could she disappear like this on the day of her wedding? Before I could process the shock, Chachu suddenly stepped forward. And then he did something that made my breath hitch. He folded his hands in front of me. "Shivanya... please do your chachu a favor. Please marry Abhimaan." My heart stopped. "Chachu... I- I can't do that," I said, stepping back, shaking my head in disbelief. "This is wrong. And what about him? How can I-" "He has already agreed," Papa said softly from behind me. I turned toward him, stunned. "He... what?" "He said yes," Papa continued gently. "Our reputation, our honor... everything lies in your hands now. Trust me, beta. He will keep you happy." Happy? The word felt strangely hollow. Because the truth was far more complicated. She wanted to walk away from every memory of him... every moment that once shattered her heart. Yet destiny, with a twisted smile, was pushing her toward the same man she once swore to forget. Was it truly destiny's plan... or someone else pulling the