❝For her, it was a love at second sight. While for him, love was something slow and gradual.❞ *** "Don't you remember the kiss we had on night of your cousin's wedding?" "I..." "You don't remember it right?" He asked and I nodded. "I don't remember anything. I'm sorry if I did anything inappropriate." "You really don't reminisce anything?" He asked and I nodded. Keeping his finger beneath my chin, he raised my face and before I could blink my eyes he slammed his lips on mine. What on earth happened? He was kissing me. And it wasn't a dream! I tried to push him to get hold of my mind but instead of going away, he hugged my waist tightly and looked straight into my eyes, "Do you remember anything now?" "I..." Being too shocked to say anything, I nodded in negative. He shut his eyes forcefully, as if trying to think something. "What if I say I kissed you that night? Would you regret it?" Wait! He was the one who kissed me that night! And I spent all my time thinking that it's me who forced a kiss on him being drunk! *** Natasha Mehta, the superstar fell in love with Dr Dhruv Gupta after sharing their first kiss in her bestfriend's party, accidentally! Being his patient, it was now easier for her to make him fall in love with her. Dhruv, who never wanted to indulge in any kind of relationship ignored her and her dates. When she really left, he felt something strange yet known. Now, when he sees her after a few months, it wasn't easy for him to ignore her like before. Being in a situation where they would see each other frequently, could he control the ingrown feelings? But the main question was 一could he win her love before it's too late? *** Detailed story of Dhruv and Natasha with some unknown twists and turns which goes parallel with 'Tied Together By Love' and can be read as a standalone. Note : Book is written in English, so non-Hindi readers can read it without any worry! © 2021 Meteor Knight All Rights Reserved.

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

❝ your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.❞ ~ Hafiz - ✨A collection of short stories waiting to be read✨ Grab onto your popcorn buckets and strap in for the ride! -

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌#1 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... محبت کا داغ ○●○ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇɴ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ... ɪᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ.... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪɴᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʜ'ꜱ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮! ○●○ Started:25-Dec-2022 Ended:16-Feb-2023 Total words counted: 127,939 ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑-𝑈𝑟𝑑𝑢/𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖-𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝒉 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠 . Roughly edited!!!!

She loved him with devotion so fierce it scorched every heartbeat, every glance. He was her obsession, her reason to breathe, and her undoing. But while her world revolved around him, he remained distant-a presence, never hers. "How do you let go of someone who is the air in your lungs and the ache in your heart?" "He is my breath, and I will forget him when I forget to breathe." Memories burned bright and untouchable-hers alone. She clung to each haunted fragment, every echo of forbidden love. Until fate, honouring a promise to Aashi, forced her into the arms of the man whose heart was a graveyard. "I married you to fulfil her last wish. You will never belong here." His words cut deep-cold, calculated, meant to wound. Cruelty hid his storm. Her silence was her weapon, her pain a fortress. "You think you know pain?" she spat, her eyes blazing. "I live it every day." He turned away, fists clenched. "You don't belong. This will never be your home." Yet, in their grief and fury, sparks flew, igniting something dangerous. "Love and hate are two sides of the same burning coin." When apologies come too late, and regret drowns truth, love risks turning to ash. She walks away, her heart in ruins. He falls, shattered-vowing to bleed, to burn, to reignite the fire in her eyes. "Some hearts are forged in fire. Some burn to ashes." Even if it destroys him. 📅 Start Date: 28th October 2019 ⏳ End Date: 23rd October 2020 ✏️ Edited Date: 2026

He was abandoned before he learned how to love - and she was thrown into his life by fate. Everyone thought they were just another arranged couple fumbling through married life. What no one saw were the storms behind closed doors. He didn't talk much - not about the family that left him,or the pain he never gave a name to. He carried his wounds like shadows, quietly, stubbornly. Until the day he broke - and told her the truth. A child born without warmth of a mother. Left behind like a secret. Raised without love. She tried to fix it - she really did. But healing doesn't always come from the ones who hurt us. So instead, she offered him something else: Her hand. Her heart. Her vow to stay. This isn't a story about saving someone. It's about standing with them when no one else will. And loving them until they finally start to believe they're worthy of it.

The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

1970 A village romance story" To the book girls who want to experience pure love in their lives; this book is for you. "Vijay Singh Thakur" A 35-year-old and the sarpanch of the village of Sitapur. After his father's death, he handled all the responsibilities of their father's and married Siya. Siya Singh Thakur" A 27-year-old and the wife of the sarpanch and an abandoned elder daughter; she has been married to her husband for ten years; they didn't have any own children, her in-laws didn't like her, and she is a responsible women who handle all things, but didn't receive any love from their family. Join in their path of journey where she will sacrifice her life or her husband will bring second wife. This story is pure. fictional, mature languages, and explicit scenes.

Two best friends. One buried love. One disastrous wedding. Forced into a nikkah born of pride and silence, Maryam and Rohail become husband and wife without ever confessing the feelings that ruined them. When Rohail leaves for LA, Maryam follows-quietly, bravely-only to sit in his classroom as his student, his wife, his unfinished past. Between resentment, proximity, and a love that refuses to stay buried, Qurb-e-Rang is a dark, slow-burn romance where closeness hurts more than distance-and every color of love bleeds.