"𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Set in late-1970s. Kavita Chandra is married at eighteen to Vijay Tripathi, a man seven years older than her, chosen by families and tradition. Thrust overnight from schoolbooks into sindoor, Kavita enters a marriage she doesn't understand and a life that leaves little room for choice. just like her name she wanted to become a writer and study in good college. will her dream come true? read to find out.

She was saved because he gave his name even before her name was decided. She was 3 hour baby and he was a 3 year old child when his father decided their future for the sake of her life. Join on the journey of Ambika and Shuryaveer to know more A story set in 1990s . It has emotions, drama todi comedy and a pure love story which will definitely rule on your hearts

The story revolves around the year 1990. Madhu Gupta, 20 years old girl married to a simple man from a village. Ravi Aggarwal 27, isn't rich. He doesn't have a flashy car or a luxurious house. But he has something money can't buy -- honesty, warmth, and a heart that's all his own. Madhu comes from a world of comfort, expectations, and rules. But life has a way of turning the page when you least expect it. Can a girl from a good family survive, adapt, and maybe even love the simplicity she never imagined? A story of love, courage, and the twists life throws when you least expect them.

｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ A high school romance. ˜"*°• ~𝐘𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥~ •°*"˜ Some hearts burn. Some hearts heal. And some? They fight the world and each other just to love. Six souls. One city. A rollercoaster of dreams, heartbreaks, healing, and vengeance. Between badminton courts and battlefields, tuition tales and trauma, revenge and redemption-this is not just a story. It's a rebellion in disguise. It's love laced with rage. It's family-built, broken, and built again. Get ready for awkward moments and all those weird tuition sessions that will have you laughing, cringing, and maybe even rooting for these two chaotic souls to finally admit they like each others. _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._.

I entered my room, which was decorated with flowers. Today was my wedding night, and my bride was sitting there with her face covered by a long red veil. I adjusted my collar, closed the door, and said, "Rinki..." As soon as I said her name, she instantly lifted her veil. For a second, I got scared seeing her reaction. Then she said, "Aap mere pati ho? (You are my husband?)" I nodded slowly, and she said, "Haan toh aap pehle chal kar dikhaiye. (Then walk and show me first.)" I frowned in confusion, and she continued, "Aap chal kar aur hans kar dikhaiye. (Walk and smile for me.)" I slowly sat on the bed and asked, "Kya main pooch sakta hoon kyun? (Can I ask why?)" She looked at me and said, "........" For knowing more, read the story. I will not disappoint you. Welcome to my world 🌍. translation will be available . ⚠️ mature content will be their too thankyou for patience from you're Anamika 😊🦚🪻

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.

Vedanth Kashyap has always been a mystery. After years spent in Britain building a successful career as an economist, he's finally considering settling in India. Quiet, reserved, and impossible to read, he keeps everyone at arm's length. Very few people know the truth about his family and the surname he carries, the bitter dispute threatening to tear it apart, and the scars he's spent years hiding behind logic and silence. Then there's Ruhika Rajvanshi. An editor who never runs out of words, Ruhika fills every room with laughter, conversations, and chaos. To the world, she's confident and carefree. What nobody sees is the hurt she carries from a childhood shattered by her mother. After spending twenty-four years keeping her distance from her family, she's only recently found her way back home following her mother's death. They are opposites in every possible way. He's the silence. She's the noise. He's careful. She's impulsive. And yet, somewhere between family gatherings, late-night conversations, and moments neither of them expected to matter, they fall far too fast. Just when they're beginning to understand what they mean to each other, one unexpected moment changes everything. An accidental pregnancy. Suddenly, they are forced to navigate a future neither of them planned, while a long buried conflict within Vedanth's family resurfaces, threatening his career, his relationships, and everything he's worked for. As old secrets come to light and loyalties are tested, Vedanth finds himself fighting battles he can no longer face alone. But love isn't always about finding the perfect person. Sometimes it's about finding the one who stays when your world is falling apart. In a story about family, forgiveness, hidden wounds, and choosing your own heart, two people who never expected forever must decide whether they're brave enough to build it together.

Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.

Vashti thought surviving the night would be enough. What she didn't expect was to end it married. Married to a stranger. The man beside her is precise with his words and controlled in his actions. The world around him seems to bend slightly, as if allowing him space to move. She feels his presence long before she understands it. Their marriage was never meant to be personal. But the longer they remain in each other's orbit, the harder it becomes to pretend it isn't. When the demons from the forest return for her, he is the only one she can lean on. The only question is- Will he stand beside her again? Or will the union that began in survival end in something far sinister?

He doesn't like her. She doesn't trust him. And after Kashmir- they have every reason to stay away. Instead, they get married. Now they're stuck together, surrounded by rumors, hiding truths, and fighting a chemistry that refuses to behave. Because the scandal may have forced this marriage- but what's happening between them now? That's something neither of them can control.