No dreamy glances. No dramatic accidents. No slow-motion romance. When Vaidehi Mhatre- a fiercely independent, sharp-tongued, school teacher meets Yash Deshpande- a humble, dark-skinned corporate employee who's been rejected time and again for not being "enough". Sparks don't fly. But conversations do. Arranged marriage brings them together. Not because of fireworks, but because of realistic expectations, honest conversations, and a longing for companionship that neither of them admits aloud. In a world obsessed with glamor, this is a story of quiet resilience. Of shared bus rides, budget groceries, emotional labor, and learning to love not despite the flaws - but because of them. Set in the heart of middle-class India, Mr. & Mrs. Middle-Class explores what happens after the wedding - not before it. With no villains in sarees, no over-the-top drama, and no chase for perfection - this is a tale of two ordinary people building an extraordinary bond...

Neelu starts attending vishwajeet's lectures and the two starts develop a respectful student-teacher bond that slowly deepens.At first she finds him egoistic but that slowly begins to change. Neelu is assigned room 301 in her hostel the same one where vishwajeet and his elder brother once stayed. Vishwajeet's elder brother died in the same room and vishu hasn't entered the room since the room but she unknowingly brings him back to it. In a hidden drower under dressing table she finds letters written by vishu's elder brother to his love sameeksha. And sameeksha's diary she interprets his death may be something more than just a mere accident.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

BOOK 4 "Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." I was tied to the bed with multiple people dressed in white coats and examined my body. my head was bursting due to the effect of drugs they have injected in my veins. After what felt like a lifetime, I felt an excruciating pain that made me black out but what happened next made me wish for a death.........but that never came. even death has abandoned me.....until I met Vikram Shergill- my comfort, my father figure and my boss. he was the first one who came to know about my secret and accepted me wholeheartedly. not only him but Rana Amogh Pratap Singh and Aarman Suryawanshi did the same. I am a lycan, an experiment.......made in a laboratory. I tried ending my life multiple times until I saw HER. A blue eyed baby girl.......MY MATE, MY FATED ONE but the question is- will she accept me like her father did or will she reject me like my own parents ? my name is Mrityunjay Singh Thakur, a 108 year old lycan and this is my story. ______________________ The only heir of the clan, prince who was kept hidden for two decades. No one knows his true identity but HIM. HE knows about him ever since he was born, the last sign of his friend. They once decided that they will tie their children in a sacred knot of marriage and later laughed at their silly discussion.......but they didn't know that they had actually tied their children together by fate. AMULYA AMOGH SINGH RATHORE, youngest daughter and Rajkumari of Rana sa of the state wasn't expecting that her baba sa will ask her to get married to a total strangers all of sudden. And what will she do, when she had recently started feeling attracted towards her mentor and senior resident. DR. VEERBHADRA NAIR, a 30 years old orthopaedic surgeon