Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

Second chance love......

( #1st book of Threads of Love Series ) *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Abhiraj Singh Yaduvanshi has conquered the corporate world at twenty-eight, turning Yaduvanshi Industries into an empire that bows to his will. But for the first time in his life, he faces a challenge his wealth and power can't solve: winning the trust of Akshara Maitya, a woman whose past has taught her that love is just another word for pain. In the glittering world of Mumbai's elite, Abhiraj is used to getting what he wants. Yet Akshara's walls aren't built with bricks that money can buy - they're forged from scars that run soul-deep. While he's determined to make her his wife, she's equally determined to never let anyone close enough to break her again. But how far will Abhiraj go to prove his love? And more importantly, should he? As Akshara's haunting past threatens to destroy any chance of their future, both must answer a crucial question: Is love worth the risk of breaking, even when there's no guarantee of being put back together? "Abhira: Tale of devotion" is not just another love story - it's a battle between one man's unwavering determination and one woman's unshakeable fears. In this tale of patience, persistence, and healing, the real question isn't whether love can conquer all, but whether it should even try. Will Abhiraj's devotion be enough to melt the ice around Akshara's heart? Or will his pursuit only prove what she's always feared - that love is a game where everyone loses in the end? The answer lies in these pages, where love meets its greatest challenge yet: convincing a broken heart to believe again.

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ୨ৎ 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 🎀 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── 𝘚𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘗𝘌𝘌𝘒 Suddenly, I felt a wave of hot shame rush to my face. My cheeks burned. I was officially tied to this man, this handsome stranger standing right in front of me, and yet I still didn't know who he was. I knew I had to ask. I forced myself to speak, even though my heart was pounding. "Excuse me," I said softly. He turned toward me, waiting for me to continue. I couldn't look him in the eye. I kept my gaze fixed on the shiny marble floor, my head bowed in total embarrassment. "What is your name?" I finally managed to say. My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it myself. The silence that followed was agonizing. It felt like an eternity. I was sure he was judging me. What kind of wife doesn't even know her husband's name? I thought, feeling more humiliated by the second. Then, I heard a low, deep chuckle. It wasn't a mean laugh; he sounded genuinely amused. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and calm. "Agastya. Agastya Singhania, Anya." ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── Copyright © 2025 Our Unwilling Alliance All rights reserved

The Nayak Brothers - Book 3 Kedar Nayak is a self made rich millionaire. He had no expectations in life. In fact he didn't have a life other than his work and his family. Love, relationships, marriage weren't his thing. But then Destiny always has its own plans.... Prakruthi Kamath a middle class girl who knew no luxury came without hard work in life. And she wanted to earn it all for her family. She wanted to support her father like her sister Avanthi. But what happens when unexpected wedding plans ruin all her dreams and aspirations! An arranged marriage which is not so 'well arranged'!!! After all not every 'offer' is tempting you see!!! Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental Copyright Disclaimer: I don't own any rights of pictures used if any. They belong to the owners respectively.

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

Welcome to A Gujarati Family Where Aadhya Dave who is working as a junior doctor said yes for the marriage because she didn't want to disappoint her family but at some point that wasn't the only reason Avyansh Shah The CEO of one of the top company in India said yes for the marriage because his parents blackmailed him to snatch the CEO position from him, not having any other choice he agreed She is Loud while He is calm She loves chaos while He prefers silence She is Fire while He is like a cold Ice She is hopeless romantic while for Him Romance means nothing Two people who are whole opposite from eachother has been collided for lifetime through an unwanted relationship called Marriage

At fifteen... she was light. Niharika Rathore was the kind of girl who made rooms softer just by entering them. A sunshine soul wrapped in innocence. She laughed too easily, trusted too quickly, and loved her mother more than anything in the world. Her eyes-almond-shaped, deep, observant-held warmth. Her smile could melt silence. Chubby cheeks like cotton candy... a face everyone remembered. But some stories don't stay soft. Because in one night... everything changed. The man her mother trusted... the man who was supposed to become her stepfather... became the reason her world cracked open. Nothing loud. Nothing spoken. Just a line crossed that should have never been crossed. And after that night... Niharika was never the same. --- At seventeen... she is still alive. But the sunshine is gone. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes anymore. Her gaze avoids people, like the world itself became unsafe. Quiet. Careful. Guarded. She no longer trusts light. She only trusts shadows. Then fate turns again. Her mother slips into a coma. And suddenly... there is no place left for her. A maternal grandfather she barely knows sends her away-far from everything she called home. But before she can leave... another truth arrives like a storm. A father she never truly knew. A name whispered in fear. A mafia king. And he wants her back. Not as a guest. Not as a choice. As his daughter. --- But Niharika has already learned one thing the hard way: Men break things. Even the ones who are supposed to protect you. Now she is taken into a world she never imagined- A house filled with power... silence... and eight brothers who see her as an outsider. No women. No softness. No familiarity. Only rules. Distance. Watchful eyes. And a girl who is terrified of men... being forced to live surrounded by them.

she was clumsy,kind and unaware of her own innocence. he was ruthless, feared and dangerously obbsesd. Feared across India's criminal underworld.Abhiman rules Mumbai with blood on his hands.But one glance at Janvi is enough to burn her into his soul. And when a man like him wants something he takes it. A dark , emotional tale of forced fates , unlikely tenderness ,and a love born from a fire and fear -Beneath the Blood Red Sindoor is where sweetness meets savagery ,and where even the crulest heart may learn to beat .

Excuse me!? .. What? Marriage? What marriage are you talking about?" I shouted. Shreya, you are being called. You start in exactly 1.5 minutes. Hurry up!" shouted Rahul, my colleague. Without thinking I started running out of my room and like a klutz I am, was about to fall down when a strong pair of arms caught me. He helped me stand properly. "Aree you all right?" He asked. " Yes" I replied promptly. "I'm Kabir." He said extending an arm towards me. "And I'm late" I shouted and ran to the PR. I heard some chuckles. . . . . . . . Shreya Kashyap- She is a 24 years old Reporter. She loves her job and is dedicated to it wholeheartedly. She works in a reputed news channel. She is very confident and sarcasm drips off her tongue. She is her daddy's little girl and the centre of her brothers existence. She has been single is all the 24 years of her existence. Though she has a vast friend circle, her best friend is Anika, who is a reporter too. They both work in the same organisation and have known each other since they were is diapers. Kabir Rathore- He is 27 year old CEO of his own company. He has a very powerful aura around him and he loves his family and can do anything for them. He is a man of less words. He is his mummy's boy. He has many acquaintances but one best friend Dhruv Singhania who is the CFO of Kabir's company. He avoids the topic of marriage like plaque.