𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love."

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all. #indian 1 #romance 2

They were strangers first. Husband and wife next. And slowly... something more. Kabir, a brilliant surgeon, lives where life and death are separated by seconds. Serious. Focused. Married to his work more than anything else. Feelings are a luxury he never learned to handle. Meera grew up with love - but not from parents. Raised by her grandparents after losing her mother and father, she learned to be gentle, quiet, and independent. A successful author hiding behind a secret pen name, she keeps her world small and safe. Their arranged marriage begins like an agreement - polite, distant, careful. He leaves before sunrise. She waits with coffee and silence. Conversations are short, but care slowly appears in between. A note on the fridge. A late-night dinner kept warm. A tired doctor finding peace in the one place that finally feels like home. As time passes they must decide whether this marriage is only obligation - or something worth fighting for. Slow burn. Arranged marriage. Healing, trust, and love that grows quietly.

"He plans. She ruins plans. And somewhere between her midnight ice cream cravings and his silent glances - something starts to shift." Saksham Rai believes in three things: discipline, deadlines, and doing absolutely everything by the book. He's the kind of man who alphabetises his playlists and silently judges anyone who dares misplace a coaster. Drishti Shukla is everything he isn't - loud, messy, endlessly dramatic, and somehow... always in his house, his business, and lately, his head - barefoot, chaotic, and armed with a pineapple-print scrunchie and with emotional outbursts she calls "personality." She's been part of the Rai household since childhood - crashing family dinners, stealing the cat's affection, and turning Saksham's perfectly planned life into an obstacle course of unpredictability. But when a series of seemingly harmless moments - a stolen hoodie, a midnight ice cream binge, an unexpected look on a rooftop - start to blur the lines between annoying little neighbour and something not-so-little-anymore... Saksham's world begins to unravel. She drives him insane. He grounds her chaos. And neither of them are ready for what comes next. Dive into a slow-burn romantic dramedy about one rule-following heir, one emotional hurricane, and the line between childhood and something much riskier.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.

Dr. Radhika Mehta's life in the U.S. is perfectly ordered- until one phone call shatters her calm. Her estranged sister in India is gone, leaving behind twin daughters... and Radhika as their legal guardian. Forced to return to a family that once disowned them, Radhika walks into the world of Mayank Khanna- her late brother-in-law's elder brother, a man of power, pride, and pain. Bound by the children yet divided by their past, Radhika and Mayank's worlds clash in a storm of emotion, duty, and forbidden tenderness. When love blooms where it shouldn't, secrets unravel, hearts break, and destiny takes its own course. When Two Worlds Collide is a story of loss and rediscovery- of how two wounded souls find family, forgiveness, and love in the ruins of heartbreak.

Book One of ~A Rathore Wife Series ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ Avni Sharma thought the worst her demanding boss could throw at her was sleepless nights and impossible deadlines-until he asked her to become his contract wife for six months. Rudransh Singh Rathore, ruthless CEO of Rathore Group of Industries and India's most sought-after bachelor, has no interest in love or marriage. But with mounting pressure from his family, he needs a solution-and fast. His answer? The one woman who always gets the job done: his loyal and unsuspecting PA. What starts as a professional arrangement soon blurs into something dangerously personal... ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS INCLUDED

⚠️Please be aware that the following content is the sole part of my imagination and has nothing to do with the mentioned idol⚠️ "I am going to make you regret every second of this marriage, Kim Taehyung." She declared on the very first day of their wedding. "You want to play games with me, kitten? I dare you to bring them on." He smirked, a challenging look in his hazel orbs. Lee y/n, fresh out of college was all ready to kick off the start of her career which she had dreamed about since a very young age but it all comes to halt when she suddenly discovers that she is engaged with the young heir of Kim's. Kim. The family, which has rules. Whether its about business or the family. Kim Taehyung, the elite business tycoon of the country lived a very neat and polished life. His life contained nothing but his work. That's until he was tied up in a knot with a woman who loved to break every rule that Taehyung made. Taehyung is like a serene person who carries storm and his wife, y/n is a tsunami in herself. What happens when two people with the same amount of attitude are tied together for the rest of their lives? Will they find love or end up crumbling apart? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕. Read the full story in ↓ UNFORTUNATELY YOURS. ☕ Genre :: Angst, fluff, slow burn, smut, love-hate, age-gap. 🍨 Trope :: An arranged marriage plus Office AU.

[#2 ~ The Mehra Cousins] "I'm bored," he complained. "Someone find me a wife." "You're asking for a wife, not a toy," she replied, frowning at him. "Besides, what kind of foolish woman would agree to marry you?" "Excuse me!" he exclaimed, clearly offended. "Women are dying to marry me!" She rolled her eyes. "You wish," she said with a sarcastic smile. He smirked. "You're just jealous." "What would I-" She stopped herself from cursing, remembering they were in the office. "Why would I be jealous?" "Because you love me," he said, nodding as if it were a fact. "You're delusional." "And you are completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love with me," he said, grinning. "Why don't you just marry me and save yourself from the misery of watching me marry someone else?" "Even if you were the last person on this planet, I would never marry you," she snapped. He smirked. "Never say never." ❋ 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗷𝗮 has no time for nonsense, especially not the kind that wears tailored suits and a cocky smile. As a sharp-tongued marketing strategist with a reputation for excellence, she's worked too hard to let anyone--especially Aarav Mehra--get under her skin. 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘃 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮, the charming, appealing, heir to his family's luxury hospitality empire, has never met a woman who challenges him quite like Manya. She's infuriating, brilliant, and absolutely immune to his charm, making her the most interesting part of his day. When a family twist forces Manya and Aarav into a fake engagement, what begins as a performance quickly unravels into something dangerously real. Between barbed banter, stolen glances, and the kind of moments that feel too true to fake, their carefully drawn lines begin to blur, and both are forced to confront what's real, what's pretend, and whether love might just be the biggest risk either of them has ever taken.