The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

When six-year-old Rose walks in on her father "sleeping" with his best friend, the truth shatters her family in a single afternoon. Her mother, Paige Bennett, a devoted pediatrician and single mom, suddenly finds herself balancing heartbreak, motherhood, and self-respect - all while shielding her daughter from the fallout of a betrayal she didn't cause. Nathan Bennett swore that Claire was "just a friend." Now caught, exposed by the one person he thought was too young to understand, he scrambles to undo what can't be undone. But Paige refuses to let manipulation, guilt, or charm sway her again. What begins as devastation soon becomes transformation - for both Paige and Rose. As Paige rebuilds their life from the ashes, she teaches her daughter that love isn't measured in gifts or apologies, but in truth and consistency. And when Nathan finally realizes what he's lost, it's already too late. Tender, powerful, and hauntingly real, What Rose Saw is a story about betrayal, motherhood, and the quiet strength of choosing peace over chaos - and dignity over desperation.

"Sometimes the hardest love we carry is the one we never confess." Mansi has loved her best friend in silence for three years, always smiling through the ache of wanting more than he can see. Kabir, bound by the scars of his past, cannot bring himself to believe in love. When he unexpectedly proposes a marriage of convenience, she agrees to it, hoping that love might slowly find its way between them. She gives all of herself to their marriage, holding on to the belief that he will one day reciprocate her feelings. Yet he remains distant, struggling with his own grief, leaving her caught between longing and despair. © All Rights Reserved

Not a journey from arranged to love.. Just a journey of arranged couple to their marriage....

It's just a marriage of convenience... Or is it? (Hint: no. No it is not.) Aka the smutfic where Laurie proposes to Amy before Fred does, says he can take care of her and her family, which she takes to mean he's proposing to her just 'cause he can't have Jo and wants to make sure her and her family are taken care of because he does genuinely care for them all. CONTAINS GRAPHIC SMUT. ADULTS ONLY.

Dakshita Verma only came to the wedding to help out-a simple girl, a schoolteacher at an orphanage, content with her quiet life. But fate had a different plan. On the day of the wedding, the bride runs away. Chaos erupts. Honor is at stake. Reputations on the line. And standing quietly in a corner is Akshit Sinha-a reserved, autistic groom who had agreed to this arranged marriage after much persuasion. But now, he stands alone at the mandap, eyes blank but heart silently shattered. To save both families from disgrace, a shocking decision is made-Dakshita is asked to take the runaway bride's place. Married within minutes to a man she's never met... To a soul misunderstood by many... Dakshita enters Akshit's silent world with nothing but faith. But as days unfold, she finds herself drawn to his quiet strength, his subtle gestures, his wounded yet loyal heart. What begins as an accident of fate becomes a slow, emotional journey of love, trust, and healing. Will this accidental marriage bloom into something real? Or will their hearts stay strangers forever?

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

Zahra Abbasi is attending a wedding in Pakistan... her father's! While she isn't a fan of going back to her homeland, she is surprisingly excited about the wedding. She actually is fond of her stepmother-to-be. But will this daughter-of-the-groom end up the victim of a desi matchmaking herself? Or is something completely different written for her? Find out in this rom-com, with sweet romance and lightly sprinkled drama.