🌙✨ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 '𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪' ✨🌙 "𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒂-𝒆-𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒" 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆..... 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 🥀 𝗭𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 🥀 He was a man who never believed in distractions until she walked in and the world blurred around her presence. He knew he had no right to want her, yet his heart kept whispering her name in every silent prayer. 🥀 𝗔𝘆𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻 🥀 She had dreams, boundaries, and a life set on a different path. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission, it just quietly becomes the only thing that feels right. Some love stories are soft, some are stormy-but this one? It's a surrender 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑶𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒊... 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂. ~𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌

"Congratulations, Abhimanyu and Akshara." The words echoed through the wedding hall like a cruel joke. Aarohi stood frozen in the mandap, her bridal lehenga heavy, her heart heavier, as she watched the man she was supposed to marry fill her sister's hair with vermillion. Her sister. Her groom. Her wedding. All stolen in a single moment. Whispers spread through the hall. "Poor girl..." "What will happen to her now?" "Who will marry a rejected bride?" Aarohi lowered her eyes, trying to swallow the humiliation burning in her chest. Then a calm voice cut through the silence. "Pandit ji." Everyone turned. A tall man stepped forward, his expression steady, his gaze fixed only on her. He reached out and took Aarohi's trembling hand. Gasps filled the room. Someone whispered his name. "Dr. Advait Singh Raichand..." His voice was calm. Certain. Unshakable. "If the mandap is ready..." He looked at Aarohi, not with pity, but with quiet respect. "...then I will marry her." The hall erupted in shock. But Aarohi could only stare at the man who had just changed her fate. A marriage born from betrayal. A promise made in a moment of chaos. A love that neither of them expected. But sometimes... the person who truly belongs to you is the one who chooses you when the whole world walks away.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Adhrit Arora Cold-hearted. Prideful. Hot-tempered. A self-made businessman whose silence is sharper than most words. Haunted by abandonment and obsessed with control, he hides his shattered past behind power and arrogance. Emotions are a luxury he doesn't allow-until she walks into his world, challenging everything he believes about love, loyalty, and weakness. "I don't believe in fairytales. But if you want a war, I'll make you my battlefield." Advika Singh Rajawat Selfless. Generous. Lively. A ray of warmth in a world that's forgotten how to feel. She's the glue that holds her broken family together, often misunderstood because of her optimism. Beneath her softness lies fierce strength-a girl who won't bend, even if the world breaks her. When thrown into Adhrit's harsh world, she's the only chaos he can't control. "You can shut the world out, Adhrit. But you can't shut me out-I'll knock until your silence breaks."

𝓚𝓮𝓱𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓚𝓱𝓾𝓭𝓪 𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓳𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓷𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓪𝔂𝓪 𝓗𝓪𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓲 𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓜𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓴𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪𝔂𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓲 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒗𝒊𝒌 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒙 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒌 ↳ Substitute Bride ↳ Cold Husband × Reserved Wife ↳ He Falls First & Harder The alliance was perfect. Until the bride ran away. With reputation at stake and no time left, a decision was made- one that no one questioned, but no one truly chose. Ruhaani Mallik was never meant to be the bride. Just the girl who stood in the background... unnoticed, unimportant. But in a moment of desperation, she was pushed into a place that was never hers. Ritvik Shergill didn't ask questions. He didn't care who stood beside him. For him, marriage was never about love. Just responsibility. Two strangers. One rushed wedding. A bond built on compulsion. But when a man who never believed in emotions starts to notice the girl who never expected anything, something begins to shift. Because she was never the one he was meant to marry... and yet, she might become the one he cannot let go.

18+ Mature content!! 80s romance book~~ Daily Updates!! A soft girl Gulab from little village got married to Captain Shivender Singh. Dive in to know about their story and witness their soft yet intense love.

"𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Set in late-1970s. Kavita Chandra is married at eighteen to Vijay Tripathi, a man seven years older than her, chosen by families and tradition. Thrust overnight from schoolbooks into sindoor, Kavita enters a marriage she doesn't understand and a life that leaves little room for choice. just like her name she wanted to become a writer and study in good college. will her dream come true? read to find out.