Book 3 of wounded series. Vedanth Kashyap has always been a mystery. After years spent in Britain building a successful career as an economist, he's finally considering settling in India. Quiet, reserved, and impossible to read, he keeps everyone at arm's length. Very few people know the truth about his family and the surname he carries, the bitter dispute threatening to tear it apart, and the scars he's spent years hiding behind logic and silence. Then there's Ruhika Rajvanshi. An editor who never runs out of words, Ruhika fills every room with laughter, conversations, and chaos. To the world, she's confident and carefree. What nobody sees is the hurt she carries from a childhood shattered by her mother. After spending twenty-four years keeping her distance from her family, she's only recently found her way back home following her mother's death. They are opposites in every possible way. He's the silence. She's the noise. He's careful. She's impulsive. And yet, somewhere between family gatherings, late-night conversations, and moments neither of them expected to matter, they fall far too fast. Just when they're beginning to understand what they mean to each other, one unexpected moment changes everything. An accidental pregnancy. Suddenly, they are forced to navigate a future neither of them planned, while a long buried conflict within Vedanth's family resurfaces, threatening his career, his relationships, and everything he's worked for. As old secrets come to light and loyalties are tested, Vedanth finds himself fighting battles he can no longer face alone. But love isn't always about finding the perfect person. Sometimes it's about finding the one who stays when your world is falling apart. In a story about family, forgiveness, hidden wounds, and choosing your own heart, two people who never expected forever must decide whether they're brave enough to build it together.

They say our destiny is up to our own choices, but what if we were never given the chance to choose ourselves? Clara Cooke knows all about choosing others before herself. After all, that's the very definition of being a mother. The boldest choice she ever made was divorcing her cheating husband to raise her daughter all on her own. She's never regretted it, but it's left her awfully mistrusting of other men since. Especially if it's the brooding town hunk who's adorned in tattoos, forceful scowls, and a surprising soft spot for her eleven-year-old little girl. Hasn't she learned that some things are just too good to be true? Rhett Easton has never cared for anyone but himself. Why should he, when his mother abandoned him the second he was born? Now it's his turn to take care of his spitfire grandmother who raised and stood by him, the only woman he's ever truly cared about. Until them. He never expected the kid to weasel her way into his life and bring her mother with her. It's going to be a lot harder to pretend he hasn't secretly wanted her for the past decade, especially when she's always seemed too good to be true. Clara has never wanted to be saved, and Rhett has never cared to do the saving. But when destiny brings them together, is that what they'll finally choose? *Rated 18+ due to language and mature subject themes. All Rights Reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

🖤 Hridaan Deora & Advita Goenka 🖤 In a country that worships power, the Deoras are not spoken of- they are remembered. Old money. Old influence. A legacy that doesn't rise... it endures. Their name doesn't make headlines. It decides them. At the center of it all stands Hridaan Deora- the heir who never needed a crown to rule. Measured. Untouchable. Raised in a house where silence is taught before speech, and truths are buried deeper than loyalty. Nothing enters the Deora world without permission. Nothing stays without purpose. Until her. Advita Goenka. She doesn't arrive with noise. She doesn't ask for space. And yet- doors open. Rooms shift. And something long undisturbed... stirs. The Deora house has always been a place of order. Of control. Of carefully preserved history. But some legacies don't stay buried. They echo. In unanswered questions. In closed rooms. In names that are never spoken aloud. And for the first time in years- Hridaan begins to look closer. Not at the world. At his own home. Because something about her presence feels less like coincidence... and more like consequence. And in a family where everything is controlled, the most dangerous thing isn't power. It's what survives it. In Deora family, nothing is ever accidental. Not the alliances. Not the distance. Not even the affection. And certainly not the secrets. Some are inherited. Some are protected. And some... are buried so well, even the truth forgets where to find them.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

"Oye captain saahab!" She shouted like everytime, but this time, he didn't answer. ■ ♡ ■ Premier published: May 12 2025

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