Was it her fate? To marry someone 13 years older than her? Sarisha Rawal was the girl who stomped in her town of Vardhgarh on her bare feet, exploring the beauty of living with her open eyes. Until those feet were halted by a tragedy. When eternal sunshine is not so bright eternally and the darkness looms over her life in a form of a husband. There she stands, under a big question to find someone, who is responsible for her miserable state. And that someone she believes is none other than her life partner. Vidyut Daiwar was the right-hand man of the current ruler of Rajasthan's patriarchal modern world of politicians and unrecalled for rulers. When his fate is tied in the game of lands and politics only to conquer something trivial. He is condoned to take the fatal step of marriage. But his unnerving felicity had other plans for him. One he was not ready to accept, at least not in the form of a 19-year-old girl.

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.

"Kindly place the mangal-sootra around her neck." With this, holy hymns were chanted. || Mangalyam tantunanena mama jeevana hetuna: kanthe badhnami subhage twam jeeva sarada satam || I could feel the flower petals being showered on me as my husband tied the knots of my mangal-sootra. Officially I am Mrs. Pavithra Rajeev. Wedding and marriage are two different constitutions, even though the former leads to the latter. Welcome to the life of Mrs. Pavithra Rajeev. This book is more than a story. It's that journey walked through by every Indian woman. But what is not so typical about her then? Let's find out, shall we? PS: Dear Readers, this book does have some intimate moments! Warnings have been given throughout the course of book. Please read at your discretion.

Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not interested in dating anyone at the moment. She was content with being single and wanted to enjoy her college life to the fullest without any commitments holding her back. She always had this belief in the timeline in her mind. 'Meeting. . . Knowing. . . Dating. . . Live-in. . . Marriage. . .' Marriage has always been somewhere in the back of her head. She didn't believe in the concept of love at first sight or the prospect of marrying someone she hadn't lived with. She is fully committed to enjoying her college life to the fullest. However, when her grandparents invite her parents to spend the summer holidays with them in India, she reluctantly agrees to go along. To her delight, she discovers that she will have the opportunity to meet one of the country's royal families during her trip. But that's not all stored for her. When things take a 360°, she couldn't do anything except listen. Until it crashed all her beliefs in one go, they said love doesn't need to come first, then marriage. It can be the other way: first comes marriage, then comes love, filling you like slow happiness in a desert of sadness. "We meet for a reason― to fill the empty parts, to make it a little over the top, to try the filmy drama in a drama called life."

4 young hearts embark on a journey to self discovery, healing, redemption and love. Soumya and Dhara Awasthy don't have much choice in the matter when their grandparents open their home to the Rawat family. Falling in love with the rich, suave men who could complicate their simple lives wasn't on their radar, but the thing about love is that it knocks on your door rather unexpectedly. Two estranged brothers, Rudra and Akash Rawat, decide to accompany their grandparents on their pilgrimage to Palampur. When they set out on this over 400KM journey, their itinerary included taking care of their grandparents and not throttling each other. However, that soon changes when falling for their hosts' granddaughters is added to the list much to their unwillingness. When real life demands Rudra and Akash's attention, the couples have a crucial decision to make- Should they act on their feelings or write them off as a holiday fling? **Warning- This is a slow burn read**

That day she left me with the world we created out of our love.... Our child. I stopped believing in love. I had already lived my love story but responsibilities don't wait. I remarried. Not for myself or for love but for my child. Marrying someone else felt like a betrayal even though that's what my first love wished for on the death bed. Then she entered my life. I was never going to love her. Because how can I love again when my heart still belonged to someone who was now no more in this world? She didn't replaced my first love. She slowly created a place in my heart and unknowingly I was healing. But loving her would mean my first love was less but then time made me realised that love doesn't replace, it expands. This means my heart even after breaking, knows how to beat 💓 Sometimes love doesn't come again to earse the old story but to remind you that your heart still have the capability to feel ❤️ I didn't leave my first love behind... I just made room in my heart to love again 🤍

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)