Warning: 18+ "He doesn't smile, he doesn't laugh. The only emotion I see on his face is anger. He hates everything about me, my views, my dressing sense and my forward thoughts. It's not like I challenged his views on purpose, I tried my best to follow the rules of the village, but it seems like he hates the very sight of me. How can I marry such a man? a man who despises my very existence?" Seher Shaikh is a NRI, she visits her hometown - Azamgarh and there she realises she had been bethrothed to Saad Nawab Khan, an illiterate man who had lived a completely different life. Circumstances force her and Seher is forced to marry the brutal man.

Unedited! Is it wrong to have feelings towards your husband ?? Yes, it is, in Amaya's case. Amaya, a girl whose life is controlled by her parents, she like a bird which is in a gold cage and the last thing she wants is to get married. Aadit, a boy who is happy with his life, the last thing he wants is to get married to a stranger. But what happens when they both get married ?? Will they both be able to love each other? Will Aadit be able to leave his girlfriend ?? Read to find out... * A tale of a girl with secret scars. * A slow-burn romance and has some mistakes but it is worth trying please do vote and comment if you like this work because it encourages me to write more. * SLOW UPDATES!! CAUSE I WRITE WHEN I AM SANE.

Hyejin gets sucked into her own book she has written. There she became the villainess of her book who is destined to die in the hands of her own exclusive butler. Unable to escape her new life, she embraces it and decided to change her fate that she wrote, in hopes she won't get killed by her butler. It doesn't matter if her life becomes tough or messy as long as she's alive, she doesn't mind! . . . . . "Milady do you favour me or his highness more?" "Of course you." "Then me or your brother?" "...You?" "Am I your favourite, milady?" "...." Why is her butler suddenly acting this way? All she did was stop abusing him. PSA: there are some swear words in this book This is my own story! I did not copy from anyone. The characters are my own that I made as well. On Webnovel, Inkitt and Tapas as well. [To be edited!] Highest ranking: #1 Butler #1 Original characters #1 Isekai #1 Anotherworld #1 Comedy #2 Female Protagonist #1 Reincarnation #1 Medieval #3 Author #2 Shoujo #7 Romance #23 Original #54 Slowburn #704 Love

I died from exhaustion in a world that never wanted me. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer a nameless office worker... I was the beloved daughter of a duke inside a novel I once read. But here's the problem: I'm not the heroine. I'm not the villainess. I'm just the "ex-friend" side character who was supposed to fade away quietly. That was my plan too- ...until I stumbled upon a black dragon's egg. Until it hatched and called me "Mother." Until it transformed into a child and dragged me into the center of every noble's gossip, every battle, and... every man's heart. Now the male lead won't stop appearing in my life, the second male lead keeps getting too close, and even the villain himself seems interested in me. And worst of all? The so-called heroine is furious that everything she wanted... is becoming mine. I never asked for this. But if fate insists on putting me in the spotlight- then fine. I'll shine brighter than anyone else.

Daksh was orphan, surviving only for his younger brother. No chance he believed in fairytales, especially the kind where a billionaire's daughter could ever understand a man like him. Orphaned young, with only his younger brother to care for, Daksh had built his life on hard work and quiet resentment toward people born with everything he fought for. Then came Ahana Raichand, elegance wrapped in arrogance, his boss's daughter and the new Managing Director of the company where he worked as a finance manager. She walked in wearing privilege like perfume, and he hated her for it. For her confidence. For her easy laughter. For the way she looked at him, as if she could see beyond his bitterness. But hate, when mixed with proximity, begins to blur. Between heated arguments, stolen glances, and moments neither of them planned, Daksh found himself falling, not for her wealth, but for the woman beneath it. Ahana, with her fierce heart and quiet loneliness, broke every wall he had built. What began as contempt turned into obsession and what once irritated him became sacred.

"Pyaar se nahi, shraap se likhi gayi thi meri shaadi ki kismet..." She's the Sarpanch's loud, poetry-spouting daughter from a small Rajasthani village. He's the cold, brooding prince - a 34-year-old ruler known as Saheb, feared more than loved. And the palace they're forced to live in? Cursed. Legend says: "Jis mahal mein dulhan ki marzi ke bina shaadi hui... wahan suhaag nahi, sirf shraap bacha hai." No woman who married into Rajgarh Palace ever lived to tell the tale. Until Saanjh arrived. With her pink chappals, sass, and storm-level chaos. Now she's stuck with a royal husband who glares more than he speaks, a soul connection that dates back 200 years, and a curse that only she can break - but only if the wedding happens again... By love. Not force. By rebellion. Not silence. Get ready for: ✔️ Royal drama ✔️ Flashbacks to a tragic past ✔️ Slow-burn, fiery romance ✔️ Chaotic wife vs grumpy husband energy ✔️ Secrets. Sindoor. And a soul that refuses to burn quietly.

BOOK 1 OF REDEMPTION SERIES Adhvait Singh Rajvanshi is a successful businessman.....at least, that's what the world believes. In reality, he's a dangerous and calculating mafia lord, hidden behind a mask of wealth and power. Vengeance drives him, and nothing, not even love, will stop him from destroying those who wronged him. When Rajesh Gupta, a man who holds a dark secret about Adhvait's past, forces him into a marriage with his daughter, Mishka, Adhvait's world shifts from one of ruthless control to a battlefield of hearts and lies. Mishka Gupta has adored Adhvait since she was twelve, but the man she's loved from afar vanished without a trace after their college days. When she finds out that her marriage has been arranged to the very same man, her heart soars. But what she doesn't know is that Adhvait is not the man she dreams of.....he's a weapon of destruction, and their marriage is part of a much larger scheme to tear her father apart. In the heart of a web of lies, power, and revenge, Mishka will learn that her love for Adhvait is the price she'll pay for her father's sins. And Adhvait? He will find himself caught between the man he wants to destroy and the woman who has unwittingly become the center of his dark plans. What happens when a love so pure collides with a desire for vengeance that runs deeper than blood? Can love truly survive in the shadow of a war that no one can win? The part two of this book has been published and completed! Do check it out, its the continuation of this book. https://www.wattpad.com/story/393812308-ashes-of-us

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

A Tapestry of Emotions Bound by fate and divided by circumstances, the lives of these six individuals intersect in ways they never imagined. Their journeys explore the depths of human resilience, the power of forgiveness, and the eternal struggle between love and pride. Will revenge give way to redemption? Can love heal the deepest scars? And will courage triumph over the shackles of society? Dive into this epic tale, where every heart has a story and every story leaves a mark.