Adhya Chauhan wasn't the type to give up. Especially not on her own marriage. When her family arranged her wedding to Reyan Malhotra, she knew exactly what she was walking into- A husband who was powerful, untouchable, and completely uninterested in love. But she wasn't going to settle for a cold, business-like marriage. No. She was going to make him love her. It wouldn't be easy. He was stubborn. Distant. Impossible. But she was persistent. Playful. Absolutely irresistible when she wanted to be. And with every challenge, every spark, and every stolen moment... She was going to break down his walls and claim his heart. Even if she had to seduce, tease, and torment him to do it.

At 21, Ananya is full of dreams, innocence, and mischief-her world bright with possibilities. At 32, Aarav Malhotra is the epitome of control: a strict, no-nonsense businessman who's seen too much of the world to believe in fairytales. They couldn't be more different. Or more perfect for each other. Forced into an arranged marriage with her brother's best friend, Ananya is determined to hate the man who seems so cold and unyielding. But Aarav sees what no one else does-her vibrant energy, her endearing clumsiness, and the way she makes his heart race in ways he can't control. "You don't have to like me, Ananya," he says, his voice low and possessive, "but you'll learn to love me. Because I won't let you go. Ever." An age-gap, brothers-best-friend romance filled with sizzling chemistry, heartfelt moments, and a love so fierce it burns through every barrier.

Surya Kapoor , a name that commands respect in the world of business and compassion in the world beyond. A visionary tycoon celebrated not just for his empire, but for the countless lives he's touched through his charities and NGOs. Behind his success lies a man of unshakable ethics, a heart that believes in giving, and a past that silently shaped his purpose. But destiny had one more twist in store. During a routine business trip, Surya's path crosses with Saanjh Dixit , a woman whose quiet grace hides a storm of grief. Widowed at a young age, Saanjh lives under the shadow of a love cruelly stolen by fate. Her world is defined by loss... until Surya steps into it. An unexpected turn of events binds them together in marriage , a union born out of circumstances, yet destined by the stars. For Surya, it was love at first sight , pure, fierce, and unwavering. For Saanjh, it was fear , the fear of loving again, of losing again. And yet, as destiny entwines their fates, hearts begin to heal, trust begins to bloom, and love once lost finds its way back. "The Unavoidable Vows" , a heartwarming tale of destiny, redemption, and the power of love that refuses to surrender. Because some vows are not made by choice... they're written by fate itself.

"She didn't heal him with grand gestures-she did it with silence, with presence, with sukoon." Rehaan Singhania had everything. Money, power, and a heart colder than the Italian winters he once survived. Love? He didn't believe in it. Home? He had countries to fly to, not people to come back to. Until Ira Malhotra entered his world. With her eyes full of kindness and her soul made of softness, she didn't ask for space in his life- she became the very place his heart began to rest. And in a world full of chaos... she became his sukoon.

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

#2 In India (04/11/24) #1 In India (06/11/24) The Khan family returns. With a new generation stepping into the spotlight, expect more cousins, more chaos, and more drama. Amidst the laughter and tears, romance flourishes, as the younger Khans navigate the complexities of love in today's world. Join them as they show that while times change, the essence of love and family remains timeless. Meet Shahnan Azlan Khan, a man driven by intense passion. Once he falls in love, there are no limits to how far he'll go to claim what he desires. Then there's Kian Huzaifa Khan, a rational thinker who struggles to contain his emotions. He sought a simple life, but a fateful decision on his wedding night sets him on an unexpected path. Finally, there's Ehan Kabir Khan, the calm and composed presence in the family. Always there for others, Ehan's heart faces turmoil when he begins to fall for someone else despite being engaged. While Taabindagi serves as a sequel to Sharar, it stands proudly on its own, making it perfect for both returning and new readers. Step into Khan Haveli and discover a story where love, family, and tradition are intertwined in ways that will captivate you from the very first page. °

HEIRS SERIES #1 ~Eres Academy~ Paige Bennet is a commoner, forever chased by her life's monsters. Wealth, comfort, and security aren't part of her world. But what she does have is intelligence, and that's what's earned her a scholarship to the world's most prestigious school for the Royal and the elite: Eres Academy. In an instant, she's thrust into a world vastly different from her own-a world that dazzles at first glance with sports cars, glimmering gowns, entitled rich kids, and spoiled royals. Amidst its glamour, Paige is confident in her smarts and certain that a group of wealthy, golden-bathed teenagers won't intimidate her. But soon one learns that all that glitters isn't gold, and even the rich have monsters of their own. Which no textbook could ever prepare her for. Blake Carlisle isn't someone to mess with. He's rich, he's handsome, he's elite. Oh and one more thing-he's a bully. Life experiences are said to shape us, in Blake's case, they've shaped him for the worse. Ever since his birth, he'd been at the top of life's food chain. Commoners are preyed by the wealthy, thus, in Eres, to him, they don't belong. And he makes sure they know it. This school year, he's planning to do the same. But things change when the commoner isn't like the others. She's a fighter. Yet no matter the fire in her eyes, she was just another commoner who would always remain beneathe him, he just needed to her remind her of her place. And in Eres, he wanted her gone. But what happens when a fierce rivalry turns into attraction? When the target lowers her guard, and the bully's heart turns soft? One thing's for sure: We'll all be damned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For only fire can melt even the purest of gold. And her flames are those he'd never thought to behold. _________________________ Highest Rankings. #2 teen fiction #1 Monarchy COMPLETED

***The story may unfolds at a slow pace, allow the readers to engage with it at their own rhythm, following its natural progression.*** ************************************ Ayesha, Ayesha was the name of Murad's sister's. She does not live with them, she had left home a long time ago and neither she will be welcomed in this house again. How much embarrassment his family had to face the day his sister ran away from her Nikkah. Only to know that she married to a non-Muslim man. And that man was none other than Mustafa's wife Chhaya Singh Rathore's brother, His own wife Mr Murad Ahmet Mustafa's wife. Chaya was setting up her pillow and and blanket as the soft tinkling of her bangles echoed in the stillness, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The nuptial chain adorned her neck. Her figure, graceful, the kind many would desire, she adjusted the long, light pallu of her saree over her shoulder, which seemed to perpetually slip off, as if mocking her attempts to keep it in place, when suddenly she felt as though someone was staring at her. She turned to find Mustafa on bed, her devoted husband, gazing at her with affection. Detect the subtle sarcasm in his expression, she gave a slight snicker as she returned to her work. ...... The slap echoed through the air, its sharpness leaving Mustafa motionless, He looked at the woman who dared, her face flushed with rage, her anger evident in every feature. She took a step back, before she could pull away he gripped her neck and savagely forced his lips onto hers, leaving a brutal mark of dominance and then he released her. A second slap slammed into his cheek, sting lingering. Without pause, he brutalised her once more silencing her resistance in a single, overpowering motion. ************************************ This is my first time writing a story. #1 ranking out of 16k in cry #2 rank in temple #3 home rank out of 36.6 k Stories #1 freedom out of 17k #54 ranking out 134k in hate

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.