In a world bound by expectations, Sanyukta, a strong-willed single mother, faces mounting pressure from her family and society to remarry. Her reluctant choice? Ranvijay, a man who couldn't be more different from the life she's used to. A famous criminal lawyer, Ranvijay is known for his sharp intellect, fiery temper, and his refusal to follow society's rules. Their marriage, forged under the weight of external pressure rather than love, promises anything but peace. As their lives intertwine, the spark of tension between them grows, hinting at a turbulent journey ahead-one that neither of them saw coming.

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 ; 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢. ~𝐀.𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 ◉ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 𝟏 : 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ~ ( 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐈 ) 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭) 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬" 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬" "𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬" .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

My fist clenched against the edge of the table when he pushed a hair strand behind her ear and leaned closer, what the fuck!! Why she is not pushing him away, why the fuck she is letting him be close to her. No!!! He is going to kiss her!!! Not at all. I had enough of this shit. Their lips were about to touch when I stood up from my seat and approached them. I pushed him before giving a hard punch on his jaw. " What the heck Shiv!!!!! " I heard her offensive voice from behind. I turned to look at her!! She went closer to him again " Zain, are you okay? " " Yeah , it wasn't that hard. " My blood boiled when she touched his jaw with her delicate hands. " Stop touching him!! " I pushed him again. " Why did you hurt him, what's wrong with you? " " What the heck is wrong with you, Sara?? What are you doing with him?? " She sighed before rolling her eyes " stop meddling!! " " I am not meddling!! " " Really?? " I stayed silent, noticing all the movements on her face!! " It's meddling Mr. Shivansh, you are no one to interrupt my good time with someone I love!! " Bold of her to use word love, as if I am going let her love someone else. " Love?? " I scoffed " I remember you saying you love me, just a week back "

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

𝙏𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣; 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙮-𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. And as soon as we entered in the hospital, my friend Raina-who had just begun her night shift-spotted us. She rushed over, her face clouded with concern. "Who... who is he? And where did you find him? In this condition?" "Let's focus on treating him first," I replied, helping the stranger towards the public ward. A while later, after Raina and I had cleaned his wound and dressed it, he seemed a little better. His breathing had steadied, but he still winced when he moved. "How do you feel now?" I asked. "I... I'm fine. Thank you for helping me," he said, his hand instinctively grazing his injured shoulder as if trying to mask his pain. "Who are you? And how did you get hurt?" I questioned, my voice laced with curiosity. For a moment, he said nothing. His gaze lingered on me, unreadable. And then, with a faint smirk, he finally spoke. "𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?" "𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘪," I answered, hesitating for a fraction of a second. Just then, from the small television mounted on the ward's wall, a breaking news headline caught my attention: "A major update from Delhi! The opposition party, Supreme Vision Alliance, has announced the sudden disappearance of Anugrah Mehra's eldest son. Reports suggest that ever since Anugrah Mehra appointed him as the heir to his political party, he has been missing from home. But the bigger question remains-why did Anugrah Mehra entrust his empire to someone who has never been involved in politics, someone the people have never even seen? But rn, the most imp ques, 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘩

☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 ☆ When a person loses to themselves, they leave everything to fate. And when fate begins to play its game, it doesn't allow anyone to stand against it. Become a part of such an exciting story of fate, featuring two strangers whose story has been written by fate itself. Aƙʂԋʋι Sιɳԋα ♡, dreams of becoming India's most famous writer. However due to her family's poor condition and a promise she made to her father, she has to leave everything behind and come to Mumbai for a job. On her very first day at the office, she unknowingly gets into big trouble. And who does she clash with? VĔĎĂŃĞ ŚĔĤĞĂĹ★, the owner of one of India's leading companies, for whom money and power are everything. They say Mumbai is the city of Dreams. So will Akshvi's small dreams come true in this city of Dreams? How will Vedang and Akshvi's first meeting be? Will Vedang let Akshvi to take steps towards her dreams so easily? To find out, keep reading '𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂'.

What happens when two people with similar yet different personalities meet? Aryan is the kind of presence that lights up a room, effortlessly charming, quick with a joke, and someone who wears love like a favorite hoodie, unashamed and warm. Ayushi, in contrast, is quiet grace, measured, introspective, and someone who tucks her emotions away as neatly as the pages of her well-loved books. They are not opposites, nor are they reflections of each other. They exist in a delicate in-between, similar enough to understand, different enough to surprise. And perhaps that is where the magic begins. Their story does not hurry. It unfolds gently through lingering glances, silly arguments, shared silences, and late-night conversations that linger long after the words run out. When their worlds begin to align, it is not through dramatic declarations or sweeping gestures. It is through soft laughter, a stolen glance, and the quiet kind of connection that tiptoes in and stays. What begins as playful banter slowly blossoms into something tender and grounding, a kind of love that does not seek attention but becomes the safest place to land.