'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.

Vivaan and Sanvika have been betrothed since they were kids. Coming from two of the wealthiest business families in the country, the two had accepted this engagement as their destiny. The two stayed friends until a day Sanvika decided that she did not want to live the life chosen for her by others. She leaves her luxury life to move to Goa and start a small restaurant there beside the sea. She is leading her life there when Vivaan comes to her to try to convince her to come back.

In a dynasty of doctors obsessed with saving lives, Viraj Vashisht is the only one who knows how to build a life worth living. Viraj Vashisht is the "spare." Sandwiched between an arrogant older brother who is a celebrated Nephrologist and a pampered younger brother studying Neurology, Viraj is the family's quiet disappointment. He is a Landscape Architect-a man who speaks in blueprints and blooms rather than medical jargon. In the chaotic, high-society Vashisht household, his voice is rarely heard, and his presence is barely felt. Manpreet Kaur is a woman of secrets. To the world, she is the dutiful daughter of a dying father, holding her grief behind a serene smile. But in the quiet of the night, she is "Preety"-an anonymous, bestselling author whose words have touched thousands. When her father's stage-four diagnosis forces a heartbreaking promise, she agrees to a marriage of convenience to secure her future. Her father doesn't choose the successful doctor or the brilliant student. He chooses Viraj. Thrust together into a marriage neither asked for, Viraj and Manpreet find themselves drowning in the noise of the Vashisht family's judgment. But as the insults mount and the grief deepens, they discover that their silence is not a weakness-it is a language only they share. When the world tries to tear them apart, the "gardener" and the "storyteller" must decide: will they remain in the shadows, or will they finally raise their voices to protect the sanctuary they've built together? A story of two quiet hearts finding their rhythm in a loud world.

The city didn't just sleep; it seemed to hold its breath whenever he walked into a room. He was a man who had curated his life into a perfect gallery of successes: untouchable assets, fleeting connections, and the intoxicating freedom of answering to no one. Tonight, standing thirty floors above the glittering sprawl, he felt invincible. He was the master of his own untethered world, convinced that every risk he took was calculated, every outcome managed. He didn't know that thousands of miles away, a different kind of calculation had finished. It wasn't measured in currency, but in years lost and secrets kept. He didn't hear the storm approaching. It sat quietly in a sterile airport terminal, clutching a one-way ticket toward a stranger, carrying nothing but a backpack and a pair of eyes that mirrored his own. The king was about to be dethroned. And he wouldn't even see it coming.

**"Parvati was never wanted. Not when she was born, not when she learned to read, and certainly not when she turned twenty-two long past the 'right age' for a village bride. Dark-skinned and unwanted, she was a burden her parents were desperate to throw away. So they found Shiv the drunk youngest son of a poor farmer, heartbroken and ignored by his own family. A man they believed would ruin her life faster than they ever could. But fate has a strange way of mocking cruelty. What began as a marriage of neglect slowly became a story of two broken people mending each other, one quiet act of love at a time."** ---

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) Full story is now available in scrollstack. Link is given in my bio. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

Being a over sensitive girl, Sharvari always craved love and affection but never recived it. And one day she fell in love with Karthik. The man who actually gave her attention, listen to her and show her what love is. They get married and everything goes smooth for few months. But suddenly he feels distant. love feels suffocating and she is again in zone where she has to beg love. Their distance keep growing with time it came to one conclusion..... Divorce