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.

| Completed in Scrollstck | Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

Is it the love that leaves you heartbroken or is it the person you loved! Move into a second chance romance with me to know the tale of a heartbroken man, who was betrayed by his wife and how does Love knocks at his door again. And even if it does, will he be able to accept it?