REYA SHARMA She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel. A personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine. VAYUSH KASHYAP "...Her eyes make me think of wide open skies that I've never actually seen, only dreamed of."

After 8 years, Tara once again crossed paths with Anurag on the bus, the monitor of her old school whom she wanted to be friends with.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ The priest instructed him to apply the vermillion. He took a bit in his hand and paused just a few centimeters away from her forehead. He asked her in a slow voice, "Tara, bhar du na?" (Tara, shall I apply it?) "Nahi bharna chahte hain aap?" Tara asked, her eyebrows furrowed. (Don't you want to?) "I don't do divorce. Reh logi bina pyar ke?" he asked softly. (I don't do divorce. Will you stay without love?) "Pyar ke bina toh reh lungi. Lekin Rudra aap, Yuvraj aur Yashvi toh mere sath rahoge na?" Tara asked, smiling. (I can stay without love. But Rudra, will you, Yuvraj, and Yashvi stay with me?) ༻❁༺ As secrets are revealed, tangled destinies begin to unravel, changing relationships for better or worse. The story follows Rudra and Tara's intertwined lives, their healing, and the born-again power of love. [Translations in English are available.]

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ "And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled with words, and on top of that,he claims to be the supreme power, and he is. I lowered my gaze again, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his hazel eyes engulfing me with realizations of the wrongs I'm getting involved in. He murmured, "Let me enjoy gazing at you." I couldn't help but reply, "I'm not a sight for you to gaze upon." My voice was low, lacking my usual confidence but still enough to assert that he couldn't dominate me. "You are not just a sight to behold but the most exquisite creation of the universe." ✧ Fixing an alliance seems simple, doesn't it? Two parties coming together, shaking hands, promising cooperation. But what if I told you it's not that straightforward? What if I told you it could all be the beginning of destruction, the inevitable ache? Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Where trust is a luxury few can afford, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. To truly understand the game of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 being played, you need to delve into the depths of this book. A mere trailer, a prologue, a blurb-those won't suffice. You must immerse yourself in the twists and turns of the tale. It will ruin your mental health. So, are you ready to step into the web of alliances, where every step could lead to triumph or tragedy? The choice is yours. Enter if you dare. [Translations are available for Hindi dialogues.]

Zehra Hassan She was robbed of her ordinary life, brought into the dirt turned into a profanity introduced to the vulgarity of the red light area. She was tormented by day and tortured at night, fighting to survive in a completely different world. Daiwik Agnihotri The true hand behind every dark action of Agnivanshi. The real merciless man who can close his eyes and drive a car over a person if asked. Handsome but black heart, silent yet vicious. A man who is defination of anger. ~ When the one battling to survive has been served on a platter for a man who knows no mercy, will her bones break or soul will be united? And when you find out that this is not everything they have to offer, how willing are you to sink into the ship of grief and happiness?

1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases in initial chapters which are not translated in english*** Abhigyan Singh, a Sarpanch of the village named 'Tarapur'. The position was passed to him by his father at the age of 20, when his father was on his death bed. His mother, Surekha Pradeep Singh, is a cancer patient. And his brother, Abhisar Singh, 12 years-old, was still studying in school whereas his sister, Sunaina, was married off at the age of 21, as per his father's last wish, infront of his eyes. Such a huge responsibility at such a young age had made Abhigyan arrogant, rude, a very secretive person. When he turned 28, the only wish of his mother was to marry off his son with a straight like cow and good-looking like princess type of girl. Although, Abhigyan wasn't ready, he knew that he would destroy girl's life by marrying her, still he agreed when his mother and elder sister forced him. Let's see how his life goes like with an unknown girl.

1970s Rajasthan The story of a innocent timid girl who is married to a man who is fourteen years older than her. Belonging to conservative families, will they ever make a perfect match or their relationship will be stucked in the social evils of the society of that time? Peep in to find out! Started - 30/05/2023 Ended - 04/01/2024 Mature content, abusive words & domestic violence

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

'When I first saw you I said Mashallah and then I said Inshallah' ...... From innocently stalking to fumbling through conversations, she's a walking disaster of charm and sincerity, even if it doesn't always come out right. He's the type to hold his patience like a shield, but even the most patient man can't avoid the chaos that follows this cute, no-sense girl wherever she goes "I am so close to smacking your head with this pen now. Don't get on my nerves anymore and tell me what I said the next step would be!" The patient man, who can no longer be called patient, glares at the poor girl who is pressing her lips tightly together, trying not to let out a sniff, while holding the hem of her shawl so tightly that it will definitely leave wrinkles. "You said..." she starts quietly but ends up bursting when she cannot remember exactly what he taught her. "That you wouldn't be rude! But you're so rude! I don't want to learn from you!" she tried. But couldn't hold back from snapping at his rudeness. Sniffing, she glares at him as he looks at her, clearly annoyed. "You're impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. Yet somehow, there's a smile hiding behind that stern look because nobody can ignore her cuteness. "Jerk," she mumbles to herself before quickly glancing up with wide, innocent eyes, hoping he didn't hear. It's a love story that's as sweet as it is ridiculous, filled with more laughter than either of them ever expected.

Once upon a time, men and women entered marriage with very clear policies regarding the division of labour: he would go to work and "bring home the bacon," while she would stay at home and cook, clean, and raise the children. Things aren't the same as they used to be. Modern Indian romance, intimacies, and marriages are far more complicated than assessments and reality television shows portray. In India, arranged marriages are an unique and complex process. People seek a 'soulmate' with whom they can spend the rest of their lives, but they also have specific expectations of the potential bride or groom. There is a strong narrative about finding love, compatibility, and connection, but what stands out is a real intent to replicate class identities beneath all of this. In a country that depends on a spending population, "middle class" is a necessary armour, a shared language, a value system, and, more importantly, a way of life. Life may be unjust, irritating, and disarmingly disappointing on most days. Being middle class, on the other hand, creates character in a culture obsessed with the need to be a part of the rat race. Marriage also places the onus of making sacrifices, concessions, and making the marriage work on the couple. This tale illuminates the unseen and underappreciated aspects of an Indian arranged marriage, the life of a middle-class wife and husband and their shared responsibilities as they navigate through life. Immense amount of desi tadka awaiting your way. *I don't own the illustration on the poster.*