The screech of tires. The blinding light. Silence. Abhimanyu opened his eyes, but the world was different. The hospital walls surrounded him, sterile and calm, as if time itself had bent backward. His chest rose and fell with a strange clarity-he was alive, but not the same man. Inside his mind, a voice spoke with unshakable conviction: "Fate has given me another chance. I will not walk into the same storm again. Akshara brought love, but also endless pain. Aarohi brings stability, loyalty, and peace. This time, I will choose her. This time, I will protect my family. This time, I will protect myself." please don't copy my story... copyright ©️ @ yetireddy

Hii myself dr vikramaditya varma. I am surgeon by profession also a mentor and writter. I am 32 year old... Everything was fine but suddenly everything went upside down in my personal life.... The girl who was suppose to call me brother in law is now going to call me husband. Myself siya kashyap.I am 20 year old...waiting for my results of the entrance exam so i can take admission in the medical college.I want to become a dr just like my brother in law... But wait now he is my husband... Why just why #12 in brotherinlaw 12/09/2025 Peep in the story... Please dont read if you are not ready for mature content.... All copyright reserve to me except the picture.... So dont even think of copying my work.

Aarav Singhania: the epitome of perfection. A renowned cardiac surgeon with a life as immaculate as his surgical skills. Every moment, every decision, every relationship... all carefully calibrated to ensure a flawless flow. But on one fateful day, his perfectly planned life takes an unexpected turn. Aarav is coerced into marrying a stranger, Ayushi Chauhan, to satisfy his family's expectations. Resigned to a loveless union, he convinces himself that love is merely a myth, a fantasy he's better off without. However, fate has other plans. Ayushi, the original bride, flees on their wedding day, leaving Aarav stunned and his family scandalized. In a desperate bid to salvage the situation, Ayushi's younger sister, Sambhavi Chauhan, is thrust into the spotlight. A free-spirited and enigmatic beauty from Chicago, Sambhavi is the antithesis of Aarav's carefully constructed world. As Aarav and Sambhavi exchange vows, their union seems like a recipe for disaster. Yet, beneath the surface of their arranged marriage, a complex dance of emotions begins to unfold. Will Aarav's carefully guarded heart succumb to Sambhavi's charms? Can Sambhavi penetrate the armor of Aarav's perfectionism and awaken the emotions he's long suppressed? As they navigate the treacherous landscape of their loveless marriage, Aarav and Sambhavi must confront the ultimate question: will their union remain a mere arrangement, or will fate entwine their hearts in a love story for the ages?

She was a widow, a mother, and a woman who never asked for a second chance. He was the King of Jaipur, a man who ruled empires with power in his veins and scars in his heart. When Meera's groom runs away on the day of her wedding, whispers threaten to drown her family in shame. But fate twists cruelly, and Aryan Singh Rathore-cold, commanding, and unwilling-becomes her husband. Not out of love, not even out of duty, but out of compulsion. "To me, you're just a namesake wife," he warns, his eyes carrying the weight of a past he refuses to reveal. Caught between the innocence of her little daughter and the arrogance of a man who despises the very idea of marriage, Meera must learn to survive in the gilded cage of the Rathore mansion. But what happens when forced vows begin to stir emotions neither of them expected? Can a reluctant king and a broken queen find love in a marriage built on nothing but duty?

The OG of BRIDE SERIES ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

Luka chuppi ✨ Veerkarant Verma Veerkarant Varma, 27, is an honest and determined police officer. He is always buried in his work, and his sense of duty defines him. For Veerkarant, his world revolves around his mother and his few close friends. Love, however, is something he fears - he has never allowed himself to get close to anyone emotionally. He loves his mother deeply and has decided he will never marry. For him, his work is everything Soniya Sharma Soniya, 24, is a thief by circumstance, not by choice. She lost both he r parents when she was a child and was raised by her grandmother. When Soniya turned eighteen, her grandmother passed away too, leaving her completely alone - except for her newborn son, Veer. Soniya steals only to survive and to raise her son. Despite her hars h life, she is a loving, protective mother who keeps Veer safe at all costs. In Soniya's eyes, all men are the same - untrustworthy - and she never allows herself to rely on anyone. Veer Little Veer is Soniya's whole world. A sweet, cheerful child, Veer is always trying to keep himself and everyone around him happy. Though still very young, he has a curious mind and often asks about his father - questions Soniya avoids answering. He does not go to school yet and spends all his time with his mother, his innocence untouched by the harshness of her world.

"Ayaan... I love you." The words hung in the air between us. Loud. Heavy. Unapologetic. His body stiffened. "I don't know when it started," I continued, the tears now falling freely again, "maybe it was the night you brought me that stupid cupcake with a candle on it because no one else remembered my birthday. Or when you carried me across that muddy road so my heels wouldn't get ruined." I laughed softly through the tears. "Maybe it was when you fought that guy in college who called me names... even though you got suspended for it." "I kept convincing myself it was just friendship." He turned slightly, his jaw tightening even more. I took a deep breath, stepping a little closer. "But the truth is - it's always been you, Ayaan. Every time. Every moment. Every goddamn day." Silence. I looked into his eyes - finally - and whispered, "Say something. Please." Just then, the airport speakers crackled to life. "Passengers of flight AI-243 to Delhi, please proceed to Gate 7. The boarding gate will close shortly." The words echoed in the space between us - loud, final, cruel. I felt a sudden chill run through me. My fingers were still pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat. But Ayaan slowly reached up and gently removed my hand - one finger at a time - like tearing away the only thing holding him back. "You don't understand, Sanya," he said, his voice low but firm. "Your engagement is already fixed." His words sliced through the air like a blade. I looked at him, my vision blurred from the tears. "I don't care about the engagement," I said desperately. "I'll talk to Dad, to everyone. I'll fix it - I just need to know... do you feel the same?" My voice cracked on the last word. He looked at me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came. He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped back. "I'm getting late," he said quietly, without meeting my eyes. He walked away....

(Book 1 of "Never Alone" series) "Love? huh! who will love a girl like me. I have always walked alone " thought Sarakshi watching the lovey-dovey couples in park. "Love? are you asking me if I love someone? I've already done this mistake once dad, don't expect me to fall in love with someone again. I don't want anyone I can walk alone like I'm doing know, I have you guys and most importantly I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE" said Rashvik furiously to his dad. "dadda why you angry" asked the little boy with tears in his eyes. What will happen when this two are forced to marry each other, will they be happy will they give this relationship a chance? will they ever fall in Love? Tropes: Arranged marriage CEO X CEO Grumpy X introvert Second marriage Single father Past traumas She fell first he fell harder ~YOU NEVER WALK ALONE~ HOPE YOU LIKE THE STORY THANK YOU Insta I'd- @lyr__ish The initial chapters are short and are not completely edited and there's a lot of mistakes. So please ignore it. But as you'll proceed, the chapters are longer and are written in a bit better way! [English is not my first language]

On hiatus ( Season 1 completed) She was the unwanted child-ignored, unloved, and invisible in her own home. A girl who had never felt the warmth of a mother's hug or the safety of a father's care. Raised in a family that never wanted her, her heart grew quiet, but never cold. He was a man wrapped in power and shadows-a ruthless businessman, a feared mafia king. Love? To him, it was nothing but a weakness, a lie. When her sister ran away on the day of her wedding, her parents made a cruel choice-force her into the marriage instead. Now, she's bound to a man who doesn't believe in love, and he's tied to a girl whose life has known nothing but heartbreak. But in the middle of darkness, sometimes the most unexpected spark can set a fire. Can two broken souls who never knew love, teach each other what it really means? Disclaimer © All rights reserved. This work is a product of fiction. Do not copy, translate, or repost without permission.

Seven years ago, Armaan vanished from Abhira's life-taking their newborn daughter with him and leaving her in agonizing uncertainty. Unaware that he had finally found their child, Abhira was left only with guilt and grief, convinced that her "failure" had driven her husband away. The once-fierce, ever-cheerful girl is now a shadow of herself, haunted by the laughter she'll never share with her little one. Enter Aaditya Rathod: CEO of the cutting-edge fashion label Avanté and devoted single father to five-year-old Siya. With a warm smile and an empathetic heart, Aaditya has built a world of color and confidence... yet even his perfect façade can't shield him from the ache of a life once fractured. When Abhira collided with Aaditya, fate weaves their paths together. As Abhira confronts memories she's long buried-and Aaditya tenderly balances parenthood and ambition-their journeys collide in unexpected ways. Can two wounded souls find solace in each other's strength? Or will the ghosts of the past threaten to tear them apart before love has a chance to heal?