"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "Were. I was married." Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house. And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can y

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚, a medical student studying in the final year in Jaipur, stays with her grandparents because they are her life. She gets obsessed with whatever life throws at her. She doesn't sulk. She doesn't complain. She always loved what was given to her. But never him. Never Aditya Parihaar. The boy with a lopsided grin and chocolate brown eyes. 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐫, the notorious young child of Parihaar, driven by addiction for alcohol and pure sarcasm but no one has ever seen what drove him to be this. -ꕤ- "Why do you trouble me, Adi?" "Because I have your attention then, trouble." Childhood hate to love.

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋮ ⌗𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧˖°𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘥.°˖✧ Two rivals. One deal. A marriage neither asked for. Samaira Kapoor and Siddharth Tripathi are anything but compatible - sharp-tongued, ambitious, and dangerously competitive. When a high-stakes business merger demands a "power couple," they agree to a marriage of convenience to secure the deal... and keep their families satisfied. What begins as a strategic arrangement slowly unravels into something far more complicated. Beneath boardroom politics and cold stares lie hidden truths, buried pasts, and a spark neither of them expected. In a world full of secrets, can trust be negotiated? Or will love be the costliest clause in their contract?

ON HOLD 'MOG'= LOVE 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘! The story revolves around two souls, who are still walking the path of law. 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵~ 𝗗𝗛𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗜 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗞𝗔𝗥 ~𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. (𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻) 𝗩𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗕 ~𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. (𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑫 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻) ••• "Let me help you, those are heavy!" He said while marching towards me. Placing the last book in my already busy hands I shook my head in denial and replied. "Nah, I can help myself." "But the thing is I want to help you, indirectly I'm helping myself. I know my Girl is strong but let me help you." He said, though the last few words were inaudible I still heard it, as the room had minimum noise. Taking every book from my hold, he walked towards the book-bank counter. I stood there dumbfounded. Asking myself, gazing at him. "𝐷𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑?" And to my surprise, he faced me after he placed the books on the counter and passed me a smile. •••• Let's get to know what these two have to offer us. Tropes: Law students Soft romance Chirpy x Calm Eye communication College romance She fell first and he fell harder Dedicated to author's College CRUSH! 𝐌𝐨𝐠 𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒊~ 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐚~♥︎

#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025 "itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile ________________________________________________________ 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖆 | 𝕾𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖓 𝖐𝖆𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖑 -His Sardarni "Even if you shot me dead today, you know I would still love you in every birth. Every single breath of mine belongs to you, my queen," the man said, tears rolling down his eyes. "I don't care about your love or your care! The only thing I care about is revenge-and today, I'm going to complete it," the woman hissed, tracing the gun along his face. But something twisted inside her. For the first time, the Mafia Queen felt uneasy, while the Mafia Lord knelt before her, refusing to leave the love of his life. "Please don't do this. I beg you," his voice cracked. All his confidence, boldness, and 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude had shattered. Her heart hitched, her body froze-she couldn't pull the trigger on the man in front of her. "Even he begged for his life. Did you stop then?" she screamed, gripping his face between her fingers. "At least listen to me-" he began, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his. This was no longer just revenge. It was obsession, desire, and love strong enough to make a King-no, a Lord-beg for it. ✨ A Desi Dark Royal Romance 🌸 Full of rivalry, hidden scars, stolen glances, and forbidden touches.