Ayaan - He needed a father-specifically a powerful one-to show up at the Parent-Teacher Meeting (PTM), stare down the principal, students and save his academic future. "I will wear the suits. I will stand behind you at the gala. I will call you 'Dad' in front of the cameras so you can get your billions." Vikram Singhania - To close the massive Oberoi merger, he needed to shed his image as a "cold-hearted machine." He needed to look like a stable, family-oriented man. He needed a son who could play the part of a loyal heir. "And in return, I will show up at your school. I will silence the teachers. I will give you the protection of my name so you can stop running from your past." Aahana - To Aahana, Ayaan is a boy who lost his way after losing his mother. She sees Vikram's occasional coldness as the struggle of a grieving widower, and Ayaan's rebellion as a cry for a father's attention. She has spent every night since moving in dedicated to one goal: mending the bond between a father and his son.

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

Five years into marriage, he is still unreachable. A marriage that looks perfect from the outside, he is a self-made CEO-distant, disciplined, untouched by warmth. Successful, controlled, and impossibly cold. She is his wife-quietly strong, the steady presence in a house ruled by restraint. She once had a life of her own. Now she has twin toddlers, quiet faith, and a husband who keeps his heart locked away. They share a past neither of them names-one shaped by loss, choices made too fast, and emotions left unfinished. He doesn't believe in God. She never stopped. Their life looks settled. It isn't. Because some marriages begin long before love... and some silences exist for a reason.

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.

Architect Raghav, 31, still grapples with the void left by his wife's death three years ago, a tragedy that coincided with the birth of their son, Yug. His world revolves around his young child and the lingering echoes of his past love. Meanwhile, Gayatri, 36, embodies the picture of a devoted wife and mother to her two children, 10-year-old Shruti and 8-year-old Mihir. Unbeknownst to her, the foundation of her seemingly happy marriage is crumbling under her husband's long-standing infidelity. Their paths, marked by individual grief and unforeseen betrayal, are destined to intersect. This is a poignant story about finding unexpected hope and rebuilding trust amidst personal turmoil. It explores the delicate journey of two souls navigating the complexities of loss, single parenthood, and the courage it takes to open one's heart to a new beginning. As Raghav and Gayatri's lives intertwine, they might just become the anchors the other desperately needs, learning to heal and perhaps, find love again in the face of their shared vulnerabilities. #The Second Dawn

Arjun × Maithili He was raising the child alone , but life was not done giving him blessings - one day love simply walked in and stayed. One day Arjun visits Maithili's village due to some work and both of their life changes forever. Dive into the story to know about them. The picture on the cover doesn't belong to me , the credit goes to the respectful owner.

A cute and steamy love story :) She called a number painted on stone... and destiny picked it up.

" I think it's better if we get divorced. You don't worry about Rishi. I will take him with me. I don't want to burden you with anything more. Leave us and live your life " Preetha whispered to Shailesh. Her eyes were about to betray her but she pressed her lips tightly so no sound escaped from her mouth. Shailesh exhaled deeply and said " Preetha I didn't mean to abandon you both like that. I will give you the amount with which you could live your life happily. I want to see Rishi and see him grow up like a father. But I don't know what will happen once we get divorced. I don't want to leave you both... " but he was cut off by Preetha. " You can meet Rishi whenever you want of course you are his father. Just finalise the divorce as soon as possible " Preetha said turning to the other side as a few tears escaped her eyes. Preetha married Shailesh three years ago. But what she didn't know is that Shailesh loved someone else during college and broke up. Although he agreed for an arranged marriage and married Preetha he wholeheartedly accepted this relationship and had a son. Later when he meets his ex lover he couldn't deny the attraction he still held for her. This led to divorce between Preetha and Shailesh. Now Preetha alone with her son accepted her life and fate. Although people talk behind her she does not mind them as she feels it's completely useless to talk to them. What happens when a storm named Madhav enters into her life who is none other than her childhood crush, her cousin who is two years younger than her? How will she react? how will he reaction? will she ever take a second chance at love or marriage? Peek into the story to know more.... This story revolves around South India, particularly Telangana state. So telugu words will be included here and there(I will translate them to English). So be ready to enjoy this story.

One night. One mistake. One life-altering consequence. When Ira Kapoor, a girl born into wealth and perfection, wakes up to two pink lines and a blurry memory, her carefully curated world unravels. The father? Anirudh Sharma-a grounded, soft-spoken manager at an event firm, older than her by a few years and miles apart in lifestyle. Neither love nor even friendship ties them together. Only a moment of impulsiveness they never meant to share-and a child they never planned to create. Forced into a sudden marriage to preserve her family's honour, Ira finds herself in a modest home, far from the comforts of her past and with a man she barely knows. Her heart resists, her pride rebels. Middle-class life feels suffocating, and Anirudh's quiet existence is a world she doesn't understand. But beneath the surface of their mismatched lives is something unexpected-kindness that doesn't demand, patience that doesn't waver, and a slow-burning bond that begins to take root. As monsoon skies roll above and the seasons shift, so do their hearts. Love doesn't arrive in grand gestures-it seeps in gently, through shared cups of tea, silent understanding, and the quiet promises of two people learning to walk a path they never chose, but might just learn to call home. Under the Same Sky is a tender, evocative tale of accidental beginnings and unexpected love-where two strangers become partners, parents, and perhaps... soulmates. "They weren't a fairytale-but under the same sky, they learned how to write their own." ❤️ (The chapters are edited with the help of Chatgpt) Started : 22 June, 2025 Rankings: #1 in destiny - 15.02.2026 #1 in richgirl - 24.03.2026

The hospital cafeteria smelled of filter coffee and formalin-a strange blend of comfort and sterility. Arjun Mehta sat across from Dr. Rajiv Kapoor, a quiet plate of idli untouched between them. "You're not eating," Rajiv observed mildly, lifting his steaming cup of coffee. "I'm not hungry," Arjun murmured, eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His inbox was a blur of surgery requests, follow-up reports, and urgent messages. Rajiv set his cup down and leaned back, studying the young man who had once been his brightest student. "Arjun," he said quietly, "you've always wanted to pay me back for my guidance and support, haven't you?" Arjun looked up at him, surprised, but his answer was immediate. "Of course, sir. If not for you, I wouldn't even be a doctor today." Rajiv's smile deepened, touched with both warmth and mischief. "Then marry my daughter, Anahita." The surgeon's fingers stilled mid-scroll. Silence stretched between them. "Excuse me?" Rajiv chuckled softly. "I'm not dying, don't worry. No melodrama. No pressure. Just... a wish. I believe you'd take care of her the way you take care of your patients-quietly, but completely." Arjun opened his mouth, closed it again. He had never been in love, never even tried. His life was held together by long shifts and steel discipline. But Rajiv Kapoor was not just a mentor-he was the man who had shaped his very being. Two weeks later, in a simple ceremony attended only by close family, Arjun Mehta married Anahita Kapoor. He did not promise her love. He promised presence. He promised respect. And in the quiet days that followed, under one roof, their story began-not with fireworks, but with the slow, steady bloom of trust.