SEQUEL TO 'HER REPLACED GROOM' Cannot be read as a standalone •~•~•~• "What do you need Ms. ?" He asked irritated. "Don't you know what it means when a beautiful girl tries to block your path, Mr. Oberoi?" She asked folding her hands on her chest. "No I don't. Now move aside!" He replied blankly and was about to leave when she suddenly held his wrist making him stop as his heart picked up it's pace. He turned around to look at her. She quickly withdrew her hand muttering sorry. "What do you want Ms.? " He asked. "Your number. And yes my name is not Ms. It's Anjali. Anjali Sinha." He widened his eyes hearing her name but before his mind could dwell in the past, Anjali's voice broke his trance. "Look Mr. Arhaan. I saw how you were constantly stealing glances at me throughout the wedding." "I-I wasn't." He stuttered. "Now leave all that. I really like you. Will you go on a date with me?" Her straight forward proposal caught him off guard. But soon he composed himself and said "I am sorry. But I am not interested to be in any relationships right now. Hope you understand." With that he turned to leave. But she again caught the sleeve of his kurta. "Why are you in a hurry to leave? Have some patience Mr. Oberoi. If not partners, then friends? We can be friends right. It'll be a good start." She said. "Look Ms. Anjali-" "98276342XX- this is my number. I know you'll call me. I am in a hurry now. Bye!!" Anjali informed and walked away hurriedly from there leaving Arhaan baffled. •~•~•~• ARHAAN OBEROI 28 year old,handsome and rich business man with a broken heart and sad past. ANJALI SINHA 25 year old, beautiful and growing model with a sunshine smile and soul. What happenes when she meets her crush who had politely rejected her, after two years? Unaware of his feelings for her, she's determined to heal him But will he let her...? Dive in to know what happenes in this tale of second chance romance of Arhaan and Anjali...

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 ╰┈➤ 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. And somewhere between the silence and sacrifice... destiny wrote a plan of its own. Vansh Ranawat had music in his soul and fire in his voice. The stage gave him freedom, but her presence gave him purpose. When he loved, he loved with his whole being. But some loves aren't meant to be kept-some are meant to be let go, even when it breaks you. Tara Malhotra was elegance wrapped in dreams-an aspiring fashion designer with a heart full of hope and a mind set on love. When she gave herself to someone, she did it without hesitation. But the life she envisioned was never the life she was handed. Shaurya Ranawat was calm, composed, and carved from responsibility. Owner of a textile empire and son of a powerful family, he wasn't looking for love-but sometimes love finds you in the most unexpected places. He never knew how tangled hearts could be... until he unknowingly became part of the storm. And then there was Kiara Sharma-fierce, unapologetic, and shining in the spotlight. An actress who never believed in forever... until she crossed paths with a man too broken to sing, and too silent to forget. Four people. Four hearts. One twisted thread of fate. In a world where love collides with duty, and emotions are buried beneath choices, will destiny correct what time tore apart? Or will the past always echo louder than the present? Tropes- -Love after marriage -Arranged Marriage -Forced Proximity -Childhood enemies to lovers -Slow Burn Romance - Protective Male Lead - fake dating STARTED ON:- 16 Sep 2025 ENDED ON:-??

Samaira Khanna, 28. A single mother of twins. Orphaned at five, she was taken in by a family friend who later married her to their son, calling it protection, calling it destiny. But fate was cruel. Betrayal shattered her marriage, hardship drained her strength, and heartbreak taught her one brutal lesson that love cannot be trusted. Daksh Rathore, 32. A man the world labeled a villain. Accused of destroying his brother's home, judged without knowing the truth. Or the pain. Or the child who lost his entire family at just two years old. Beneath the cold exterior is a man aching for warmth, belonging, and a family he has been denied for nearly three decades. Two broken souls. Two lives shaped by loss, silence, and scars that never healed. She fears trust. He craves family. When their paths cross, wounds reopen, pasts collide, and emotions blur. In a world that has taken everything from them, can they become each other's refuge... or will their scars destroy what could have been?

They didn't choose each other-but fate did. At just 26, Tanya Anand built a fashion empire with grace, grit, and a heart that believed kindness could be powerful. She never imagined her future would be tied to a man like him. Avinash Malhotra doesn't follow the rules-he writes them. Cold, calculating, and untouchable, he moves political power and billion-dollar deals with the flick of his fingers. When their parents arrange a marriage neither of them asked for, worlds built on passion and power begin to collide. But behind the boardroom masks and cold glares lies a slow-burning storm of tension neither of them expected. A slow-burn arranged marriage romance where fire meets silk, and love dares to grow between two powerful souls.

𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈 Aahi Suryavanshi & Rayan Singhania She was born to heal the world, yet crowned to rule it. He was born to rule the world, yet chained to deny love. Aahi Suryavanshi-the reluctant heiress turned unseen Mafia Queen, hiding behind the enigmatic name Dr. T. Rayan Singhania-the ruthless king of the Russian Realm, cloaked as nothing more than a cold businessman. Bound by fate, betrayed by choices, their worlds collided when she became the bride he never wanted... and the obsession he could never escape. She guards a secret that could shatter empires; he hides a power that could set them ablaze. Together, they are fire and shadow, love and war-dangerously unstoppable, fatally inseparable. To know about them follow me and read their story

Lost in his own grief, Vrishank visits Banaras for his internal peace. Caught in all of this one morning he hears a melody, a voice, that makes a way through his ears to his heart. Every morning, he is out for a walk just to hear her voice once again. But in the end the voice completely vanishes. Rudra, a pandit in whose home he was living stops him for a day to attend the Mahrati that day. Will Vrishank be able to meet this girl ever? "𝗜𝗻 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀."

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

~ A L L E S A N D R O B L A C K W E L L ~ The silken torment of her hair, the phantom ghost of her scent, the lethal curve of her lips-I am haunted by the softness of her skin and the melody of a voice that could summon devils. She possesses a mouth as sharp as a blade, a tongue that cuts deep, but it is those eyes... those endless, abyssal black orbs that stare back at me, daring me to break. Her confidence is a collar around my throat, tightening until the air turns thin. It brings me to my knees, a king desperate to kneel, trembling with the need to surrender my very soul at her altar. She is whiskey in a porcelain teacup fragile, deceptive, and burning with a fire that threatens to consume me whole. And I am the addict, parched and trembling, dying for a single taste of that ruin, desperate to drain the cup. She was never merely a part of my world. She is the axis on which my world turns. She is my world. ~ K A L Y A N I D E S H M U K H ~ He was the midnight rain cold, relentless, and washing over everything in his path. He was the exquisite kind of ache, a beautiful sorrow that offered a terrifying, silent peace. A pain that felt like salvation. But I was an intruder in his gilded empire. He was carved from the finest marble of luxury, born into a world of opulence where I had no place to stand. He was the King seated upon a throne of shadows, and I was merely his lawyer nothing more, nothing less. He was the storm that owned the night, and I was the moon that had no choice but to wane, to vanish, and finally, to leave.

"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you,jaan? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."