"Han Papa... I... I love him," I said, and a lone tear escaped from my eye. The next second, a hard slap landed on my face. I flinched and placed my hand over my cheek, then looked at the person who had slapped me. It was not my mother. It was not my father. It was my own grandmother - the one I used to play with, the one who was my comfort place. Kaki said, "Arey, main toh bolti hi thi ladki jaat hai, mat padhao itna. Kahin muh kaala kar diya toh dekhne layak nahi rahenge. Lo, kar diya. Mujhe toh mere bachon ki fikar ho rahi hai." (I always said she is a girl, don't educate her so much. What if she brings shame? Now see, she has done it. I'm worried about my own children now.) I looked at her, then Maa came towards me and said, "Kahan kami reh gayi thi hamari parvarish mein, Katha, jo tumne yeh din dikha diya?" (Where did we fall short in raising you, Katha, that you showed us this day?) I shook my head. Papa said only three words- "Please, chali jao." (Please, leave.) I bit my lip, nodded, looked at them one last time... and stepped outside. --- I was sitting on the sofa while the whole house was decorated with flowers. I was dressed in heavy jewelry and red bridal clothes. My head was covered with a large veil. Tears rolled down my eyes when I heard- "Do you, Katha Thakur, daughter of Shubham Thakur, accept Shahmeer Khan, son of Ibrahim Khan, in Nikah with the agreed Mehr of one lakh?" I looked at my hands when someone from behind whispered- "Qubool hai bolo." (Say 'I accept'.) I gulped and pressed my nails into my palm, trying not to cry. "Q... Qubool hai." (I... accept.) I closed my eyes. As soon as I finished, he grabbed my hand and started moving somewhere. "What are you doing? Leave me!" I shouted, hitting his chest weakly. Through my veil, I saw the mandap. "No... no... please..."

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

ᐯᗴᗴᖇ KᑌᒪKᗩᖇᑎI : 𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 26 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆. ✯✯✯✯ 𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚒 Zara is 19 years old. She is the daughter of a business man her father is not well known but always fulfills all her demands as her daughter is the last sign of his love Zara is an apple of eyes for her father but a thorn for other family members. She thinks that love is beautiful and everything can be healed with love and care. Her life took a big turn when her path got crossed with veer banglore's most feared gangster. But things will start getting more Tangled when one of them will start falling for the other.

A Indian short stories collection Here, every male leads has just one thing in common.... "he's a ROWDY" Not every rowdy comes from the streets and use guns... Some wear badges, Some carry scalpels, Some sign million dollar deals. You call it mafia... I call it Rowdyism....