It's a typical arrange marriage story dating back to 80's. 𝙎𝘼𝘼𝙉𝙑𝙄 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙅 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 She is 18 y/o girl from a village having less to zero expectation. Growing up she saw how her father treated her mother so she was afraid that her husband would treat her the same. 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙅 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 He is a 25 y/o man wanting to start his own startup in the city. He was attracted to her since the first time he saw her. He loves her shy nature. He does not like to talk much. He is a reserved kind of person. That's it for the description. There will be grammatical errors as English is not my first language.

I meet her gaze, brimming with challenge. "Do you want me to pin you against the wall?" Her eyes flash. "Do you want me to kick you where it hurts?" I smirk and press her against the wall. But she doesn't flinch. "What, you think I'm that book character who'll stutter and go, 'Wh-what are you doing?' just because the male lead comes close?" she taunts. My jaw tightens. "What do you think of yourself, huh?" "Someone out of your league." "Don't try to get on my nerves." "I'm not trying-I'm already there. You're the one getting affected." And just when I think I've got the upper hand... she leans in. "Stay away from me," she whispers near my ear, "because your heart's condition... isn't good." She walks away like a queen-leaving me breathless, heart pounding, and mind reeling. Damn. She's really affecting me. --- What if the one who drives you insane today... is the one who once saved you? Manvi and Kivaansh are parallel lines-chaotic, bold, and full of spark. They don't have egos, but they do have fire. Sunshine souls with a past they don't remember-yet feel pulled to. Between chai and coffee, sarcasm and stares, they keep colliding. Unaware they're chasing a memory that connects them. They weren't looking for love. But maybe love was looking for them. "Kianvi: Tu Mera Koi Na Hoke Bhi Kuch Lage" A tale of soulmates, mischief, and a connection fate wrote long before they met. Because sometimes... destiny is hidden in the last person you'd expect. . .

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

"You are secretly wild Mrs. Kapoor but I can make you experience all that you are reading." Garv was stunned looking at the genre she was reading, whilst Ishika flinched by the sudden voice of her husband. The tale of a guy who Was afraid to fall in love and a girl who craved love. Top 3 in different tags. #1 in friendsbrother on 06-04-2024 #1 in marriage on 16-04-2024 #1 in joint family on 25-04-2024 #1 in wedding on 09-07-2024 #1 in arrangedmarriage on 23-09-2024 #1 in marriedcouple on 23-09-2024 #3 in Romantic on 14-01-2025 Started on - May 30, 2024 Completed on - Aug 2, 2024 Words count - 101,944 Pictures credit - Pinterest (credit to the rightful owners)

**"Parvati was never wanted. Not when she was born, not when she learned to read, and certainly not when she turned twenty-two long past the 'right age' for a village bride. Dark-skinned and unwanted, she was a burden her parents were desperate to throw away. So they found Shiv the drunk youngest son of a poor farmer, heartbroken and ignored by his own family. A man they believed would ruin her life faster than they ever could. But fate has a strange way of mocking cruelty. What began as a marriage of neglect slowly became a story of two broken people mending each other, one quiet act of love at a time."** ---

Based in 1950' India After she started menstruating, 13 years old Chandralata was married off to 16 years old Anand as per the traditions. Chandralata wasn't hopeless romantic, all she expected from her husband was that he wouldn't abuse her physically. Anand growing up in a male dominated household, was taught to keep women in control, their tongue tied and head bowed. Warning : This story is about love that blooms from sacrifices and longings & contains mature themes. It is completely fictional but shows harsh reality of old times.

🌸 Introduction 1981. A time when a woman's silence was mistaken for obedience. And marriage was not always love but duty. Saanchi was married into a house where expectations spoke louder than affection. She was soft-spoken, gentle... and trying to survive in a world that had already decided who she should be. But Ravindra - her quiet, stoic husband - was nothing like the man she feared he'd be. He didn't speak much. But when he did... his words shattered walls. This is not a fairytale. This is a story of slow-burning trust, stolen glances, and a man who chose to stand with his wife, not above her. In an era where women were expected to adjust - he chose to understand. And that made all the difference.

Urvi never thought she'd be here-married to her sister's ex-husband, the man who once loved her with a passion that set the world on fire. But now, he's a stranger to her-emotionally closed off, locked in the past, unable to see her for who she is. Ten years older, a man shaped by heartbreak, he doesn't want her. Not like he once wanted her sister. His heart is a fortress she can't break into. And yet, she longs for him. To be seen. To be touched. To be loved. What happens when her burning desire underneath the drapes of saree seduces him? Will he fulfill her desire..or will Urvi remain bound in loveless marriage forever?? Dive into, SEDUCTION IN SAREE HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! RATED 18+

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.

re writing the book once again will be same or a little different