[Book 1,royal series] ___________________________________________ Arjun the Kuwarsa of prathabhgarh and Anamika Rajkumari of alwar are tied in knot by destiny. Both hate each other.... Will they be able to clear their misunderstanding? Why did she agree to marry him? Will they be able to accept each other? ................to know more read my story ♡THE DECISION WAS YOURS♡ ___________________________________________ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭:@𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫_𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 & @𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐫𝐚_𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫21 Highest ranking: #5th Indianauthor 3/4/24

[Previously knows as My Innocent Angel Bride] HIS SERIES 1 ARRANGED MARRIAGE An arranged marriage neither of them asked for. A girl who sees the world through innocence. A man shaped by duty, danger, and everything she's never known. She's a young doctor who believes kindness can fix anything. He's a mature, no-nonsense police officer who knows the world isn't kind at all. They're strangers... until one wedding binds them together. What follows is the slow, intimate unraveling of two opposites learning each other, fighting their differences, and falling in love in ways neither expected. This story blends romance, warmth, family, cultural roots, and moments of emotional depth. Some chapters include mature themes those will be clearly marked. If you enjoy arranged-marriage romance with a cozy, heartfelt vibe, you're in the right place. 18+ Tropes: Love After Marriage soft doctor × strict Police officer Strangers to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Innocent Sunshine FMC Mature, Stoic, Protective MMC Grumpy × Sunshine "You're safe with me" moments Slow-build desire Happy reading!

She is ghar ki dusri beti (Middle child): Beautiful, honest, responsible, caring, cute, mature but childish, my life my parents rule type of girl, loves colours, nature and singing but always craved for parents attention.....Pyaar wyaar inki Dictionary me kaha..... And.. He is ghar ka Chota beta: Ofc handsome, ladkiyon ke dilon ke katil.....careless but caring, arrogant, Mature, possessive, flirty, My life my rules type of man...loves parties, drinking, smoking, clubbing etc... Craved for love.. Kyaa inhe inka sccha pyaar milega.... He fell first and harder...... Sidhh: Aap hamari hai (you're mine) Chahat: Ye aapka vehem hai Aapki zidd hai pyaar nhi..(This is your illusion, this is your stubbornness..not love) Sidhh: Ye pyaar hai ya nhi hume nhi pata or janna bhi nhi hai lekin aap bas itna jaan le ki aap hamari hai sirf hamari nafrat karne ke liye bhi or pyyaar karne ke liye bhi..(I don't know whether this is love or not, nor do I want to know, but just know that you are mine, for hate as well as for love..) Contain mature content, voilence etc..🚨⚠️ There may be some grammatical mistakes in the book because English is not my first language... kindly ignore it.. Under editing! Started:- 20 August 2024 Ended :-

🌙✨ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 '𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪' ✨🌙 "𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒂-𝒆-𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒" 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆..... 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 🥀 𝗭𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 🥀 He was a man who never believed in distractions until she walked in and the world blurred around her presence. He knew he had no right to want her, yet his heart kept whispering her name in every silent prayer. 🥀 𝗔𝘆𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻 🥀 She had dreams, boundaries, and a life set on a different path. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission, it just quietly becomes the only thing that feels right. Some love stories are soft, some are stormy-but this one? It's a surrender 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑶𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒊... 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂. ~𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

"Siddharth..." He didn't say anything. Just walked towards me. His eyes were darker than night-intense, unreadable. Hungry. "I shouldn't have come," I whispered, my voice shaky. "This is not-" His hands circle my wrist pulling me behind the water tank, where the fading light wouldn't betray us. "You like the way they look at you, don't you?" Before I could answer, he shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. The rough concrete scraped my back, but the sting was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes. His eyes looked dark and dangerous. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, punishing. I gasped, and he took it as invitation, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. His hands were everywhere-tugging at my clothes, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I whimpered as his fingers slipped under my skirt, rough and impatient. .......... Pranati had always admired Shravan, her carefree cousin since she was in 7th grade. But everything changed the day Siddharth, his older brother, stepped into her life. During the Bathukamma festival, a stolen glance and an unexpected kiss from him shattered her innocent love on Shravan. Her heart now ached for the man who had awakened something deeper within her. But just as she began to navigate these new feelings, a dark presence emerged. A stalker, sending her unsettling notes, watching her from the shadows. Torn between her past with Shravan and her growing connection with Siddharth, Pranati found herself trapped. Who would claim her heart? And who was the one lurking, waiting to disrupt everything she thought she knew? -- Removing this book on 1st March so do ready it asap. This book is completed in my scrollstck the link is in my bio Copyright His Silence, Her Storm © 2025 Preeti Singari All rights reserved.

RITHIK SINGHANIA A sincere,honest,cold,an IPS officer ,introvert, an orphan , transferred to Hyderabad,criminals get afraid by hearing his name only , he can't tolerate the injustice , has only one best friend ,longs for family . ANASUYA RAMALINGAM A innocent,kind,talkative college girl ,studying 4 th year b tech , she is the heart of her family , has little brother akash who is very protective of her , she hates people who hurt her ,by the looks she is little chubby,a pair big doe eyes,smooth medium hair ,curvy. Let's see how they meet ?, how their love blooms? and how they will solve their problems ? Let's peep into their story guys. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE , ITS MY FIRST STORY AND PLS FORGIVE ME GUYS IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES. LETS BEGIN.

"Dastan: The Second Generation" is a captivating continuation of the "Knock on Our Destiny" series, bringing forth fresh tales of love, passion, and the pursuit of dreams. Set in a world where the past meets the present, this new chapter introduces a diverse cast of characters whose lives intertwine in unexpected ways. Through their journeys, they encounter challenges that test the strength of their relationships and the resilience of their spirits. With a blend of heartfelt romance, intense drama, and inspiring moments of self-discovery, "Dastan" invites readers to embark on a new journey where every decision shapes their destiny.

"Some stories aren't written in ink-they're carved in silence, in glances, in centuries of waiting." [ADVAITH 💞 VAIDEHI] They should've never crossed paths. But fate, ancient and relentless, writes its own poetry. When she enters his life, she doesn't just touch his heart-she rewrites his silence. And when he steps into hers, he doesn't just protect her peace-he becomes it. Their love is not loud. It's not easy. But it is real. Royal. Relentless. A story where tradition falls for rebellion, where a storm learns to be still, and where a girl with paint on her fingers teaches a man with blood on his legacy how to feel again. ___________________❤️___________________ [FROM AUTHOR] From the very first word to this moment, thank you. Truly. 💌 You didn't just read a love story-you felt it, walked beside it, breathed through its silence and stroam . And the fact that you gave them your time, your attention-that means the world to me. If this story made you pause, smile, ache, or dream-just for a moment-then my purpose as a writer is fulfilled.✨ Every author remembers their first reader. And today, I'll remember you-with respect, gratitude, and endless love. With folded hands and a heart full of dreams.

Miraal's dream was to become a doctor, she was a city girl with a strong spirit and a mind of her own. Since she was born, her father, Haroon Qureshi, and his friend Mukhtar Khan had arranged her engagement to Abrar Ahmed Khan. But neither Miraal nor Abrar really cared about the engagement, until Haroon Qureshi suddenly passed away. When tough times come, even your closest ones might abandon you. Haroon Qureshi's death attracted some relatives who had been eyeing his land for years. Seeing Miraal in a vulnerable state, they found it easy to pressure her into getting engaged to her cousin, Zoheb Qureshi. Miraal suffered from mistreatment to the point where she felt she had no choice but to accept the engagement. However, as time went on, she discovered the real reason behind this forced relationship. Once an independent girl, Miraal now sets off on a journey to reach out to her fiancé, seeing it as her last chance towards her freedom from this forced marriage. ___ Warning: Mature Content, mentions of SA and violence (Angst)