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.

Sydney Brown, is gonna be 18 in a few days. But her birthday is a nightmare for her. She will be wedded to a 49-year-old man on her birthday. Though she is not a maid, she works like one. Her life is no secret. As the whole town is aware about her incident. An incident that made her an outcast. She keeps her head down. Never speaks until she is spoken to. And tries her best to never get into trouble. Noah Miller, 26, is one of the richest in States. Runs a billion dollar tech company and soon going to be inherited Miller Enterprise making him the sole influential person in the region. Not very social. Treasures his privacy most. And calculative in his ways. But nowadays he is on a road trip. Each town is somehow connected to Miller Enterprise. Every girl in those towns is crazy about his arrival and gonna wear their best dress. Seems like a love story? Think again. Try three chapters and you will be so emotional that you feel like not reading further. Read five and you might bewitched by this book and would love to read it. On your own risk.

Empty hearts, merry eyes; Thin line and pure feelings. It is a tale of two hearts . It is a tale of their first innocent love. It is a tale of veer and suhani. From being each other's first love they come to hate each other. When they loved each other, destiny played a game to separate them. And when they hated each other, destiny played a game again, to reunite them via an arranged marriage. At last, It's all destiny, It's all love. A dramatic story...

||PART 1- REGAL DUOLOGY|| Aradhya, the firstborn of the king of Shiladhika...her life wasn't very pretty. Dispised for being a concubine's daughter insulted on a normal basis and treated inhumanely, Aradhya grew used to it. Stripped of all her powers as a princess, she just stayed in the palace, quietly, and soundly and she was unsung. Her world, quiet, peaceful world tips to a whole other side when a crusade strikes her kingdom while keeping her marriage at bay. . . . . Vihaan, the most prestigious ruler of a prominent empire, Ashokdhar. Respected everyone, arrogant, and yet applauded. Resentment raged in his heart since he was nineteen to have the head of the king who severed his father's head at his feet. All he needed was a little spark that would release his rage without suspicion and on cue, it does. . . . . Forced into marriage, Aradhya and Vihaan detest each other. Not being able to escape, Aradhya tries to find peace with the relationship, and will the peace turn into something more? •[Unedited]• Begin- November 2021 End- November 2022 Has things a debut book ought to have, a mediocre story line, dislikable characters and a very twisted ideology. Deal with it. ~Highest rankings~ #1- conspiracy #1- disbelief #7- arguments #4- greed #2- King #1- India #50- romance (out of 1.4 Million tags)

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

She wasn't supposed to be in his life. He wasn't supposed to care. But fate doesn't ask permission. Hiding from a dark past that nearly destroyed her, she ends up in the most unexpected place living secretly in the bedroom of a stranger, hidden from his family, her name erased from the world outside. He gives her shelter without questions, and in return, she stays invisible. What begins as a quiet coexistence grows into something unspoken. But the closer they get, the more fragile the lie becomes. She's hiding in his room. He's hiding his feelings. And outside their stolen peace, the storm is closing in. Just when she begins to believe in safety, the truth catches up and nothing is what it seems. Now, with love blooming in the shadows and danger pressing at the door, she must make an impossible choice: run before he gets hurt, or stay and risk losing him forever. Twisted pasts. Buried truths. And a decision that could shatter them both. This is not just a story about falling in love. It's about surviving it. _________ A twisted smile spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his hot, alcohol-laced breath over her. He pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back slightly to growl in her ear, "You can't run away anymore." he slurred, his voice a sinister whisper. His eyes bore into hers with a mix of anger and possessiveness that made her blood run cold. Her mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. "Let me go!" she cried, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip, his other hand moving to her waist to hold her closer. "You're mine," he growled, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "And no one gets to take what's mine, not even your bastard lover".

"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (Comp

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

" You know very well why I married you?" He asked rudely. She replied controlling her tears," Yes, for your children." Then, he said calmly," If I find any kind of carelessness from your side regarding my children then trust me you will see the worst side of me." She remained silent when he shouted," Words, woman!!" " Yes, I won't give you any chance of complaining," She shuttered and a satisfied smile formed on his lips. Then, he declared stabbing her already wounded heart," I can never give you the place which my wife holds in my heart. You are just a substitute of her." Maryam, A 25-year-old woman just wanted nothing but a happy family with her long time lover. But, do we get what we want always? Copyright ©️ 2022 by Artemisia. Don't steal my work. Plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

Shoaib When I saw her in bridal attire, crying helplessly and miserable, I didn't think twice to play the hero in her life. But you know when things go wrong? Exactly when Abraham bhai decides to remarry us. I hate her to the core because her brother took a piece of my heart by manipulating her. Now, even I don't know what I will do with this unwanted girl waiting for me, all dolled up as my bride because I already tainted her innocence in most unforgivable way , zina i can named it. ( Zina= committing adultery without nikah) Taniya I was devastated after Navruz's death; my heart bled knowing he was just using me and would sell me to other men. So when Shoaib gave me his shoulder to cry on, I didn't think twice before leaning my head. Unknown to the fact that he is my biggest nightmare, all dressed like a daydream *** "Don't worry, I will abort this baby of yours," she said emotionlessly. "I also want her to abort this filth, but I don't know why my heart aches by hearing her words." "She is a woman, right? And a woman has the purest and softest heart. How could she be talking about aborting my child without any remorse and pain?" "My child," bitterness filled my tongue just with his mere thought. "Why would you abort my child?" I asked out of nowhere. Unwanted emotions are taking place in my heart. "Because your child will always remind me of your injustice to me," she said, trying to be strong. Bitter memories engulf my mind. "What if I didn't allow you to abort?" I asked, controlling my rage. "Then give me a divorce after I give birth to your child," she said confidently. Her confidence is making me furious. I fisted her hair in a tight grip, making her yelp in pain. Today she will witness the darkest side of me After all, I married her to take my revenge