𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 • 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 • 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 • 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 • "𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞" 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲

Life rarely offers full illumination. We navigate it in half light, where truth flickers uncertainly, love bruises rather than heals, and redemption hides in the shadows.

She believes life is a story written by the divine - unpredictable, bittersweet, but always worth living. He treats life like a battlefield - calculated, silent, and often, lonely. Ehsaas Kaur, a spirited first-year AFMC cadet, walks through life with stars in her eyes and mischief in her smile. Her laughter hides stories she never speaks of, and her loyalty begins and ends with her family. Drawing, dreaming, an defying the norm - she's the kind of girl who leaves sunshine in her wake. Avyakt Singh, a no-nonsense, steel-hearted 4th term NDA cadet, is her polar opposite. Raised by his grandparents after a tragic loss, he wears silence like a second skin. Disciplined to the core, poetic in private, he's a man whose eyes have seen too much, and whose heart trusts too little. They meet by accident - a holiday, a park, a moment. Banter turns to bickering. Sparks to silences. Distance to a strange kind of closeness. But theirs is not a story of fireworks. It's a story of slow-burning embers - of two souls who never looked for love, yet slowly find it in the cracks of each other's armor. As duty calls and miles stretch long, as fears rise and pasts unravel - they learn that love doesn't always arrive loudly. Sometimes, it grows quietly. Like trust. Like healing. Like home. A journey of becoming - not just officers, but people who feel deeply, fall slowly, and love relentlessly.

𝙔𝙪𝙣 𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞, 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙯𝙖𝙖𝙧... 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧~ *** 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. *** ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ 🤌 ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ x ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 90ꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ #1 𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒏 20/11/2025 | 04/01/2026 #5 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒏 06/12/2025

𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸, 𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸... 𝓩𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶, 𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... ♡ 𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓴𝓲 𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹 𝓱𝓸, 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓪 𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓱𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝔂𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... 𝓒𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓲... 𝓹𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓫 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓽𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸... 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙚, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝,𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚,𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚....𝗢𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.... ~𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒~ 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔-𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈×𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝑳 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

❝Mummy, meri shaadi karvado.❞ Aditya Shrivastava had lived half of his life third-wheeling his friends and their partners. While they went on dates, he was debugging a hundred lines of code. While they got married, he was breaking sweat for an early promotion. Now they're all happy and settled, and he can't help but envy them. Getting a girl on his own was an impossible feat to achieve for Aditya. He couldn't even keep a stable eye contact with people of the opposite gender. Hence, he heavily relied on his mother to get him hitched. He was desperate for a life like his settled friends, unaware there's more to a relationship than book-y romance and cuddle nights. And when he crosses paths with Priya Mathur, the elder sister of the first potential bride he wishes to meet, his life goes spiralling in a whirlwind of sweet and sour love he hadn't expected himself to fall for. Cover credit: @ mystwhizzpuzz on IG

He doesn't know what love is but he knows he doesn't want to be lonely. She knows what love is but also knows she doesn't have a chance at it. Nikhil is a pretty straightforward guy who can be a little choosy about things and food. Sharanya is mostly a practical person with a romantic heart. With emotional baggage of their respective pasts and little stubborn mindsets these two individuals are brought together for an arranged marriage. Started: Completed:

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

Aadarsh Sehgal plays many roles in his life. A businessman running the Sehgal & Sons construction company. The son who fulfills all his responsibilities of being the eldest, taking care of his father who is slowly losing out on his memories of him. The elder brother to four siblings. Of all roles, the one of being an elder brother takes the crown. Being the elder one he had always been responsible for his younger siblings. However losing at his mother at seventeen had transformed the young boy into a young responsible man all too soon. Ruhaani Khatri isn't a pessimist but she is a realist. Orphaned at a very young age she had learned very early on that life is not designed to be fair. So she never complained about life not treating her well and accepted whatever life threw at her. Widow and a single mother, Ruhaani wants to give her daughter the best of everything she can. Will Aadarsh and Ruhaani find a permanent place in each other's lives? Heart seems to be off limits.