Years have passed the Siddiqui Mansion still stands tall, echoing with laughter, love, and memories of the generation that once defined it. But now, it's time for the next chapter... Zimal Harris - mischievous yet deeply spiritual, a whirlwind wrapped in calm faith - never thought her heart would race for someone like Arz Ahmed Siddiqui the composed and distant man everyone respects but no one truly knows. But love doesn't follow rules. Especially not in the Siddiqui Mansion - where secrets linger in smiles, glances say more than words, and every heart hides a story of its own. Between quiet prayers and loud laughter, unspoken feelings and unexpected turns, the children of Meherba, Harris and Ahmed, Imaan will now write their own Safarnama-e-Dil. Because sometimes... destiny continues where love once left off. 💫

Ridhav Agnihotri, forty, ruthless, and a man of power. A politician who commands respect in public, but behind closed doors, he is a father estranged from his twelve-year-old son and a man chained to a marriage he never wanted. Noor, only twenty-five, untouched by the ways of the world, pulled from her quiet village life and forced into a marriage that feels more like a punishment than a dream. Illiterate, naïve, yet burning with a hidden fire, she steps into a mansion where luxury is a cage and silence is louder than words. Because love was never meant to bloom here. And yet, it just might.

A gifted but humble 19-year-old girl from a poor background becomes a maid in the mansion of the world's wealthiest family. Secretly talented in fashion design and embroidery, she's unaware that fate will soon thrust her into the cold path of the family's heir-a ruthless, emotionally detached, and wildly powerful 27-year-old CEO. When the family forces him into marriage to receive his inheritance, he's furious. He agrees, only to punish the girl with his coldness, pride, and rage. But when his hatred turns violent one drunken night, he crosses a line that forces her to walk away-pregnant, heartbroken, and determined to never look back. ---

To most people, my husband is Viper. VP of the Devil's Rejects MC, hard, uncompromising, and completely committed to the club and his brothers. But the man I fell in love with was simply Roman, a man who called me Sunshine, and treated me like I was his treasure. By the time I realized the club would always come first, I was in too deep. And when his enemies came for me? He wasn't there to protect me because he was busy protecting her. And that I don't know how to forgive. Now I'm building a new life for myself without Roman. He promises he will give up everything to win me back, but promises are cheap and his aren't worth much. When we discover our enemies are still alive and planning to strike out again, however, I might not have any choice but to put my life in the hands of the man who's already let me down once.

Madeline Minnasi finds herself in a tough situation. Her father has decided who she should marry. The free spirited man chosen for her has even less desire to wed than she does. Will they find a way out of their twisted fate? © All rights reserved

Rohan Kapoor (32): The male protagonist. Charismatic, intelligent, but consumed by a burning desire for revenge. He lost everything - his parents, his family business, his childhood home - due to the deceit and negligence of the Sharma family. He has meticulously planned his vengeance for years, presenting a perfect facade to the world. He believes the Sharmas deserve to suffer as much as he did. His methods range from psychological manipulation to calculated physical and emotional abuse, seeing Aisha only as a tool. Aisha Sharma (22): The female protagonist. Sweet, gentle, naive, and deeply traditional. She has led a sheltered life, compliant to her parents' wishes. She believes in love, loyalty, and the sanctity of marriage. Unaware of her family's past misdeeds, she walks into the marriage with an open heart, seeing Rohan as her destiny. Her innocence will be systematically shattered.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

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.

Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years her senior, who was once destined to be her brother-in-law, fate has woven their lives together. The gentle, timid girl finds herself entangled with the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt Ltd-a man driven by ambition, with little regard for love and relationships, and hailing from a complex and traditional royal family. Will fate pave the way for their connection, or will they remain trapped in a sterile, loveless union? Can a man known for his dominant demeanor ever yield to a soft-hearted girl, completely unaware of the harsh realities that life holds? #3 in marriage - 23-08-25 #4 in India - 28-8-2025