"𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎" ••• There's an unspoken rule about your best friend's brother, 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 but when the said brother is the exact definition of your imaginary boyfriend, rules get blurry and lines get crossed. It was supposed to be just a birthday party but eyes met, that unknown feeling took residence, and in middle of all the chaos, There was a beginning of something forbidden yet something so real for both of them. Just a normal crush, right? No.

What would you do if a five-year-old who is deaf and mute walks in your house one day? Prank Cameras? Check Sobriety? Check Sleepwalking? Check Reality? Check Scream? Check Beer? Most Definitely - Purvi hates surprises. She was never fond of surprises after the fifth grade when one surprise crushed her heart and her hopes. Constancy is the key to a stable lifestyle, that's what she believed in. However the only thing constant in life was change and this brand new surprise was for sure to change Purvi's life drastically. And not just her, three others were soon to be entangled in a mess which they had never thought they'd encounter. Because a five-year-old kid, with a disability to speak or hear was not a common change. _ Envelope in the journey of forced parenthood, growing insanities and miserable adult life with Four beers and a coke. started: 18th April, 2021 completed: 28th September, 2021 Word count: 75,000+

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

HAPPY HOLI!! Six months of rivalry. One Holi party. A handful of colour and a confession. a holi short story.

He made her coffee every morning. He picked up their son from school. He loved her like it was the only thing he knew how to do. She had him framed for crimes that didn't exist. He is Aditya Deshmukh: betrayed by his wife, hated by his son, wronged by the system, loved by an obsessive woman. She loved him even after knowing he loved another woman. She loved him so much that she pushed him into the jaws of death. She wished him dead and now that he's dead, she'll do anything to get him justice. She is Medha Gehlot: the woman who was never chosen by the man who was her everything. Note: This is for readers who loved The Count of Monte Cristo. For readers who want a revenge story that asks whether one must become a monster himself to defeat the monsters responsible for the rot in the whole world. For readers tired of perfect heroines - who want flawed, obsessive, impulsive female leads who have the heart to go into the depths of hell for love but lack the maturity and wisdom to choose letting go. Content note: contains prison violence, institutional injustice, and emotional devastation. You've been warned."

"A wife should wait for her husband... But how long before waiting turns into loneliness?" Navya's marriage was meant to be a dream. A charming husband, a new life, a perfect future. But dreams shatter when built on lies. Abhay, the man she married, had never truly been hers. He was a ghost in their marriage, absent and distant, leaving her trapped in a life where she was nothing more than a title-a wife in name only. She tried. She waited. She hoped. And then... she found solace in the one man she shouldn't. Mrityunjay. Her husband's elder brother. He was cold, responsible, untouchable. A man who built walls around himself, who lived by duty and never let emotions dictate his actions. But behind the control was a man who saw her, who listened, who cared. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. He wasn't supposed to break for her. But some loves are inevitable. Some desires refuse to be buried. And some sins are impossible to resist. A tale of a marriage that was never meant to be... and a love that was never meant to happen. © 2025 iamredflagbutcute.

[𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] ꒰ mystery + teen fiction ꒱ Sarayu swears Risa pushed her. The police agree. The whole school agrees. But when time rewinds, Risa has one chance to clear her name, and catch the real culprit. ⛦ 1st at #teenmystery 1st at #teenproblems 1st at #schoolproblems 2nd at #teenthriller 5th at #thrilling 23rd at #chicklit 𖤐 cover INSPIRED by holly jackson's 'reappearance of rachael price'

Jheel Verma is a CBI officer. She believes that justice is above all. Even her own family. She's confident, has an angry streak. Ruthless when required but has a soft spot only reserved for her parents. The perpetrators and criminals call her a mean bitch, but her parents and best friends know her as the kindest, most selfless person ever, only to them, that is. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a Real Estate mogul. Wealthy, arrogant but has a sane head on his shoulders which Jheel fails to recognise. The eldest son, who shoulders the responsibility of the entire empire over the remains of his own past demons. There's just something about him that demands attention and respect. Two things his future wife would rather jump off a cliff over rather than give him. One hot afternoon, Jheel pins this wealthy man to his car for ruining her planned mission. Abhimaan Singh Rathore will forever tell his kids, that's how he met their mother. Red faced, bright eyed and an arrogant little thing, to which Jheel would always reply with: You were the arrogant one, you idiot. Don't twist facts. In a series of meets and threats, Jheel and Abhimaan find themselves more and more entangled with each other. Why? Because the Universe lacks entertainment, hence makes it a mission to get these two hard heads together. To witness the drama, the rage, the secrets and beyond it all, the delicious catastrophe which occurred every time they were face to face. And entertainment it was, for a good while before..... feelings came in. Before destruction turned to destiny. Before they learned to find a rhythm in each other's chaos. ~~ They didn't just fall in love. They waged war with it. They collided, they claimed, they consumed and they burned. And when the smoke cleared, love was all that remained, scorched into their destined souls. ~~ Tropes- 🌊God tier Slow burn ⛈️Enemies to Lovers 👑Eldest son x Eldest daughter 😠Grumpy x Grumpy 🪢♾️Forced marriage

in which ragav asks meghna to pose as his girlfriend for a few months in yet another reckless scheme of his.

Rated M for language. Additional Trigger Warnings Inside. With all the misunderstandings out of picture, the two elder Jindals are determined to build a new life from scratch, one where not just the younger ones thrive but their old deep seethed wounds heal naturally. Join the Jindal siblings as they embark on a journey of renewal, forging a new beginning together and discovering the true meaning of family, hope, and second chances. Companion Piece to Ardaas-For a Family.