જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

The entire state fears Chief Minister Veer Pratap Dahiya-a cold, rough Haryanvi leader with a short temper, a violent reputation, and zero patience for unnecessary people. Then enters Aarohi Sharma, a clumsy final-year CA student from Rishikesh who somehow crashes into his life... literally. Terrified of the CM, she unknowingly befriends his family, who hide their identity to keep her around. What starts as chaos, secrets, family bonding, and endless misunderstandings slowly changes everything. Because Veer falls first. And once a Haryanvi Jaat loves... Running away is no longer an option. ♥️ . . . . . . Credits: Chatgpt

Twelve years ago, Ayaan Rathore was blamed for a tragedy that destroyed his family and was sent away without anyone hearing his side of the story. Now at eighteen, he returns to a home where everyone still believes he is guilty. As old memories resurface and hidden secrets begin to unfold, the truth about that night slowly starts to come out. Read the story to know the truth.

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Ahaan Agniwanshi - Prince of Jaipur. COO of Agniwanshi Co. Lit. A silent hacker in the shadows. Partner-in-power with the underworld king, Aayansh. He rules with logic, not love. Baby blue eyes with a soul iced by betrayal. "She turned her back on me once... now she'll pay for it every day she breathes as mine." - Ahaan Agniwanshi Shivika Yadhuvanshi - A hidden author with a golden soul. A final-year literature student who writes tragedies while living one. Always the one who gives up everything-until she gives up on being silent. Honey-brown eyes that shimmer even when they've cried too much. "You can break me into a thousand pieces, Ahaan... and I'd still love you with every shard." - Shivika Yadhuvanshi 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨? 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈. Tropes: • Kidnap Marriage / Forced Wedding • Revenge Turns to Love • Royal Mafia x Soft Girl • Grumpy x Quietly Strong • He Hates Her... Until He Can't Live Without Her • Second Chance-ish with Secret History • Emotional Angst + Slow Burn with Explosive Tension

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

She carried the marriage alone-until silence shattered everything." She gave everything-her heart, her voice, her dreams. He gave nothing but his absence. When Isha Agnihootri stepped into marriage with Rudra Singh Rathore , she didn't dream of love-but she didn't expect to be invisible either. While Rudra buries himself in work, believing financial security is enough, Isha stands alone, holding together a family that never truly accepted her, and a marriage that never truly began. While Rudra chased money in the name of duty, Isha carried the weight of a family that never accepted her, protected the home he abandoned, and fought battles he never saw. She poured love into empty rooms, into cold silences, into the void he left behind. She lost her laughter. She lost her dreams. She even lost her ties to the family she once called her own. But now, she's done losing. How long can one person love when no one loves them back? When a fierce confrontation threatens to break the fragile shell of their marriage, the word divorce is spoken-and with it, years of buried emotions come flooding to the surface. For the first time, Rudra is forced to face the woman he never truly knew. When duty becomes distance, and silence becomes betrayal-how long can love survive? Will shattered vows finally be broken for good, or can love be born from the ashes of pain? Will the families step up to heal what they helped destroy-or prove once and for all that love is just a myth? Will Rudra wake up to the wife he never truly saw? Will Isha learn to love again-or walk away from love for good?

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.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

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 ✨✨