The hospital cafeteria smelled of filter coffee and formalin-a strange blend of comfort and sterility. Arjun Mehta sat across from Dr. Rajiv Kapoor, a quiet plate of idli untouched between them. "You're not eating," Rajiv observed mildly, lifting his steaming cup of coffee. "I'm not hungry," Arjun murmured, eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His inbox was a blur of surgery requests, follow-up reports, and urgent messages. Rajiv set his cup down and leaned back, studying the young man who had once been his brightest student. "Arjun," he said quietly, "you've always wanted to pay me back for my guidance and support, haven't you?" Arjun looked up at him, surprised, but his answer was immediate. "Of course, sir. If not for you, I wouldn't even be a doctor today." Rajiv's smile deepened, touched with both warmth and mischief. "Then marry my daughter, Anahita." The surgeon's fingers stilled mid-scroll. Silence stretched between them. "Excuse me?" Rajiv chuckled softly. "I'm not dying, don't worry. No melodrama. No pressure. Just... a wish. I believe you'd take care of her the way you take care of your patients-quietly, but completely." Arjun opened his mouth, closed it again. He had never been in love, never even tried. His life was held together by long shifts and steel discipline. But Rajiv Kapoor was not just a mentor-he was the man who had shaped his very being. Two weeks later, in a simple ceremony attended only by close family, Arjun Mehta married Anahita Kapoor. He did not promise her love. He promised presence. He promised respect. And in the quiet days that followed, under one roof, their story began-not with fireworks, but with the slow, steady bloom of trust.

She was the girl who never spoke up. He was the boy who couldn't. Saanjh has always followed the rules - the good daughter, the quiet listener, the perfect bride-in-making. But behind her composed silence lies a heart aching to be heard. Then comes Vihaan - the boy with ink-stained fingers, untamed thoughts, and a voice the world rarely hears. Once silenced by selective mutism, Vihaan now chooses his words carefully... and his people even more so. He doesn't speak much - but when he does, it feels like poetry. Their connection is not loud. It doesn't come with grand confessions or dramatic moments. It comes in shared glances, late-night scribbles, and quiet understanding. In a world that punishes softness, their silence becomes rebellion - and their love, a sanctuary. A tender, aching tale of two misfits who find in each other the courage to be seen, to be heard, and to be entirely themselves - no apologies, no noise, just truth. Some stories don't need words to be felt. Some loves begin in silence... and never stop speaking.

He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : 49,600 ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)

SEVEN YEARS TOO LATE Sometimes love doesn't come late. It comes back when both hearts are already scarred. At nineteen, Aarohi loved Devansh with the kind of bravery only youth allows. At twenty, she was rejected - without explanation. At twenty-one, she left the country, believing silence meant she was never chosen. Seven years later, she returns - successful, independent, guarded. And her family asks her to marry the same man who once broke her heart. Devansh Patel is no longer the boy who walked away. He is a powerful CEO, disciplined, controlled, and dangerously quiet - a man who built an empire on sacrifice, restraint, and a love he never spoke of. They marry without answers. They live together with unspoken history. They fall in love again - slowly, silently, desperately. Until the truth comes out. What follows is not gentle. It is a reckoning. And then - slowly, painfully, beautifully - love becomes the greatest thing either of them never saw coming. Because some love stories don't begin with a confession... They begin when the truth finally refuses to stay buried. And some loves simply wait - for the right moment, the right truth, the right person - until waiting itself becomes the most profound proof that it was always, only, ever meant to be. ―――――――――― This is a love-after-marriage romance filled with: ❖ slow burn & second chances ❖ arranged marriage & forced proximity ❖ intense emotional connection ❖ jealousy, possessiveness & devotion ❖ power couple energy ❖ family drama, banter & warmth ❖ a man who loved in silence ❖ a woman who becomes his calm He rejected her to protect her future. She survived thinking she was never loved. Now marriage demands the truth. Seven years too late. Mature content. All rights reserved © Fanatic Storyteller No

#1 in #lies on 26, April, 2026 ML is cruel... But he will have drastic change in his character ✨ ............................ "I don't hate you." His thumb pressed slightly at her nape, grounding her, trapping her in his presence, "But don't mistake that for kindness," he continued, his voice low and controlled, "Hate is easy, Naina. Very Easy... Clean... Simple." His lips hovered near her temple, his breath warm."What I feel for you," he whispered, "is far more dangerous." ...................................................... "How. Dare. You. Step. Out." Naina's pulse hammered. She tried to step sideways, but his other arm lifted instantly, blocking her completely. The wall behind her chilled her spine; the man in front of her set her skin on fire. He dipped his head slightly, eyes dragging over her face, down to her neck, then lower... to the suit she wore. A slow, humorless breath left him."Make-up." His jaw flexed."Mascara. Lip tint." His breath warmed her cheek."You don't wear this for me, but you wore it to walk around outside?"

"Sasur ji....swagat nhi kriyega mera?" ________________________________________ "Where the hell are you taking me and whose marriage you idiot" Daksha replied,trying to unlock the car. "Child lock hai...nhi khulega tumse" (It's a child lock...it won't open) "Let me go" "We are getting married....now" He spoke with straight face...as if it was just another thing that morning. ________________________________________ "I am fine curls...see...you protected me...I am not hurt..I am okay" he whispered softly. "No..you are not...you are not okay...I know you are hurting...your own people are hurting you... that's pathetic" i mumbled against his heart, i cried louder this time. ________________________________________ IT WOULD NOT AVENGE ME. IT WOULD NOT BRING BACK WHAT I HAVE LOST. I HAVE NO REASON TO SPARE THEM. I,AKSH RAWAT WAS COMING BACK . The world should remember why I returned back,why I never left. ________________________________________ please do not copy my work. any similarities in any scene or character would be mere coincidence. join in to know what the story unfold. enjoy

#Book 2: His series Tara Sharma (27) × Aryan Singh Rathore (33) She fell first - hard, deeply, endlessly. He loved last - silently, painfully, completely. Aryan's world was built on loss, betrayal, and scars that refused to fade. Tara entered that world like a whisper - soft, steady, and dangerously sincere. 'Aryan Singh Rathore' - the man who lost everything to betrayal. His own people turned against him, stole his peace, and left him surrounded by ghosts of the past. The only person who stood by him through it all - his best friend "Vidhart Singh Ranawat" - became the anchor to his broken calm. Until "Tara Sharma" walked into his life. She was chaos wrapped in quiet - sunlight slipping through the cracks of his darkness. She didn't just heal him; she led him back to the people he thought he'd lost forever. But some truths are dangerous... and some pasts don't stay buried. When love becomes the bridge between what was lost and what's meant to be found, the heart learns that peace always comes at a price. A story of pain, betrayal, rediscovery, and the love that became his solace. ❤️ An emotional slow-burn romance thriller about two souls who find peace in each other's storm. Start Date :- 10/11/2025

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 book #1 Can be read as a standalone. ✩ ───── ⋆ ───── ✧ ───── ⋆ ───── ✩ Ruhaan Arora - A twenty-seven year old man. He is the CEO of Arora Enterprises. He is a self-made force in the business world. Every empire he builds is a testament to his hard-work, sharp mind, and unyielding patience. Practical and charming, his decisions are precise, his ambition endless and his presence undeniable. Shivani Ahuja - Twenty-seven-year-old Shivani Ahuja faces the world with a bubbly, sunshine spirit. By day, she's a dedicated Senior Feature Writer at The Daily Echo, her keen eye and sharp mind uncovering human truths from behind her desk. Yet, beneath it all lies a past shadowed by quiet hurts, and a feeling of being unseen. She's found her voice and strength, ready to uncover truths-even her own. Their Unexpected Reunion: Years ago, they were just classmates. Now, fate brings them together as partners in an arranged marriage.Can a man she thinks forgot her, heal her deepest insecurities and show her the love she never knew existed?

In the blaze of revenge, in the fire of hate, a poetry is born that changes the verses of his life. Once ladened with darkness of lies, the light of truth illuminates his being but to his misfortune, it happens too late. So late that she has already been punished in the name of revenge. But is it truly a punishment or just a play of destiny to bring two lovers together? A battle started between two fathers but fought between their children. A story of revenge that takes an abrupt turn when love begins to blossom, but the truth still remains buried. And until this fog of lie lingers between them, their love will remain lost in the mist. When she doesn't know herself the reason of this revenge, how will she bring him out of the haze of misconception? When he is ardent to seek revenge, how will love simmer him down? A lie, a truth, a pain, a sorrow, a loss, a win, a blessing, a sin. A story of misunderstood revenge and a painful love, Dhundle Rang: The Haze of Love. When times tests you, then hold onto the poem of life because what conquers it all is love in the end.

#1 in India's Top 10 - 31/08/2026 #2 in India's Top 10 - 30/08/2026 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE The CEO of Rathore & Groups. Born into wealth and power, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is the heir to one of India's most influential business empires. At a young age, he became one of the country's most influential businessmen, handling multi-million-dollar deals with ease. Tall, handsome, and effortlessly commanding, he is the kind of man whose mere presence silences an entire room. To the world, he is cold, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to approach. Emotions are a weakness he buried long ago, and trust is something he rarely gives. Yet beneath his hard exterior exists a fiercely protective heart that emerges only for the people he truly cares about. "Just six months, Miss Rishikesh," His gaze passing over her as if she were a ghost. "Yeh contract khatam hone do... and then I'll throw you out of my company myself. I won't have to see your face, and you won't have to deal with a 'heartless' man ever again. Mark my words." AKSHITA MEHRA A simple girl from Rishikesh. Kind-hearted, cheerful, and full of dreams, Akshita Mehra moves to Udaipur to build a better future for herself and her family. After a painful chapter of her life that still haunts her, she is determined to start over and leave her fears behind. But fate has other plans when she becomes the personal assistant of Abhimanyu Singh Rathore-a man as cold and powerful as she is warm and compassionate. "Mujhe toh bas aisa koi chahiye jo mujhe waise pyaar kare jaise Shiv Ji Maa Parvati se karte hain. Someone who looks at me and sees his entire world, someone who can find the rhythm in my endless chatter and the silence in my soul." Two completely different worlds. One unexpected love story. But are they truly meant to be?