In a society where a woman's worth is often measured by the gender of the child she bears, MEHEK, a young girl barely past her teens, is cast out by her in-laws for the simple sin of carrying a daughter once again. Married off at eighteen and stripped of education and dreams, she finds herself homeless , pregnant, abandoned, and alone with a toddler by her side. Meanwhile, SIDHARTH, an IPS officer with a haunted past, has shut his heart to love and children alike. A broken marriage, betrayal, and the shattering truth about a child that was never his own have left him cold and bitter. Fate weaves their paths together when Mehek's daughter goes missing and it's Sidharth who finds her. What begins as a desperate encounter becomes the unlikely start of a journey filled with healing, trust, and second chances. But can two broken souls, scarred by betrayal, truly find home in each other? Or will their pasts keep them from embracing a future they never thought they deserved?

DIVYA Sandhu grew up knowing she was promised to a Raichand. She just didn't know fate would hand her the wrong one. For years, she dreamed of Shaurya Raichand the perfect elder son, cold and composed, everything her heart quietly longed for. Their engagement was arranged when they were kids, and to Divya, it felt like destiny. But Shaurya never truly saw her. And when he finally gave his heart away... it wasn't to her. Then came VEDANT The younger brother. Loud, reckless, and everything Divya couldn't stand. They fought like it was their first language insults, eye rolls, years of petty rivalries. He wasn't supposed to mean anything. She wanted the elder brother. She loved him. But the wrong Raichand kept showing up at her worst moments, in her quietest heartbreaks, behind every smile she forced and every dream she buried. This was never the plan. But maybe the right love story begins with the wrong man.

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 One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

Manik Malhotra, a successful businessman in Mumbai, lives with his family and his two-year-old son. Ever since his wife passed away due to childbirth, Manik has devoted himself to his son, hiding his pain behind his responsibilities and silent grief. Nandini Murthy, a resilient South Indian woman, runs a quaint little café while raising her three-year-old daughter. After enduring an abusive marriage-where she was blamed and beaten for giving birth to a girl-her husband abandoned her for another woman. With the support of her loving parents, Nandini found the courage to walk away and rebuild her life. Two broken souls-one who lost the love of his life, and the other who lost all faith in love. What happens when their worlds collide? Can two hearts, shattered in different ways, find healing in each other and create a new beginning?

Her husband left after their wedding night and never returned. Now the only person she isn't allowed to love... is the one she's falling for... Will she fight her heart, or surrender to fate? ✦Indian Erotica ✦Village Romance ✦Taboo Love ✦Second Chance Romance ✦Abandoned Wife ✦Healing

Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.