"What we should do Izzah?", he asked out of helplessness "I don't know", she said while wiping her tears Asad looked towards the sky and took a deep breath while closing his eyes. He heard her small sobs and looked towards her with soft eyes He cupped her face and made her look towards him. Her doe honey brown eyes locked with deep black orbs "Lets do this, I don't want to leave you here, all alone", Asad showed his emotions to her and Izzah agreed with him Join the Love Saga of Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan and Miss Izzah Farooqi Two Opposite Poles Grumpy x Sunshine Age - Gap Cousin Romance Slow burn "When Destiny has planned something then no one can stop it until it is done"

Part 1 of the Rajvanshi series. A tale of love is to be written for those who know the risk. A story of three brothers and how they maneuver through life with their wives. Six people, three couples, one story. --------- Winner of Soul Awards 2022- Best story in Drama Previously known as the Rajvanshi's. A comparatively more detailed synopsis inside. Strong female and male characters. --------- A multicouple book

𝐖𝐀𝐑 ＆ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 [18+] She ran away to chase freedom. He lived shackled by expectations. Their worlds weren't supposed to cross-but when they did, sparks flew like a battlefield on fire. Siya Qureshi, the rebellious runaway, chose Kolkata over a forced marriage. Fierce, headstrong, and unapologetically loud, she wasn't ready to let anyone tell her what to do. Least of all, Debayan Sen-the annoyingly arrogant, logic-obsessed techie who had enough baggage of his own. A family that never truly saw him, responsibilities that chained him, and a heart too stubborn to admit what it wanted. From heated arguments in an office to unexpected encounters on the chaotic streets of Kolkata, their worlds clashed in the most unexpected ways. Because this isn't just love-it's a war. A battle of ego, emotions, and undeniable pull. But wars leave scars, and hearts don't always heal the way they should. Will they fight for each other-or against?

Siya is all sunshine-loud laughs, open heart, and a chaos that feels like home. Veer is quiet storms-smart, composed and easy going. From the moment he saw her, he knew she was different. From the moment she got to know him, she couldn't stay away. In the crowded chaos of college life, their story begins with stolen glances, slow smiles, and a friendship that feels too easy to be accidental. But when love enters the picture-and so does Siya's toxic ex-everything they've built is put to the test. He fell first, silently and completely. She fell harder, risking everything. Because some bonds aren't made overnight. They're written in fate. A heart-tangling college romance about first love, healing, and finding the one person who feels like home-no matter how messy life gets. ~Bound by fate, united by love 🖇️ Soulmates ✨

Sometimes, I feel like no one truly likes me. Maybe I come off as strange, maybe I don't act the way people expect me to. But deep inside, I keep asking myself: what did I really do to deserve this? Yes, I say unusual things sometimes, but isn't that what we all do when we think we are safe, when we believe we're around friends who won't judge us? I thought I had that once. My behavior might be different, but that doesn't mean my heart is wrong. I didn't choose how I look, or how my words sometimes stumble out. Still, people make it a reason to laugh, to push me aside, to make me feel like a joke. It hurts more than I can ever explain - being treated like I don't belong, like I'm invisible. I'm not trying to be someone I'm not. I'm just trying to exist, to breathe, to feel alive in a world that always points out how "different" I am. And then there was him. The boy I once thought was my friend. The boy I trusted enough to tell my secrets - the ones I hide from everyone else. I told him how I feel ugly, how I feel people are always judging me, how my voice trembles when I try to speak. Maybe I shouldn't have. Because after opening my heart, I started to hate myself more. I started to see myself the way the world sees me: not enough, never enough. I was only 12, just a child in so many ways, but I still tried to comfort him. I tried to be there for him even while I was struggling myself. People think I don't have a brain or respect, that I'm just a "weird girl" who talks too much. But the truth is, I only feel too deeply. I never meant to force my love or my care onto anyone. I just wanted to be understood, to be loved without being laughed at. I loved him - I still do. He broke me, yet my heart never stopped choosing him. To others he was just a boy; to me, he was everything. I saw his soul when the world only saw his face.