Some love stories do not end. They simply continue without you in them. Mukti was never the other woman. She was the second choice in a love story that had already ended before she ever stepped into it. For seven years, she waited. Not for grand gestures or pretty promises. Just for one moment where he would look at her, not as a replacement, not as a responsibility, but as the woman who stood beside him every single day. She lived in a marriage where nothing was cruel enough to complain about. Arjun was gentle. He was faithful. He loved their daughter with a devotion that never wavered. He spoke to Mukti, touched her, shared a home and a bed with her. And yet, he was never truly there. His heart remained somewhere in the past, holding onto a love he had lost and never learned to let go. "Woh kisi aur ke gham se ubhar hi nahi paaya, Aur main kisi apne ke hote hue bhi tanha reh gayi" In the letters Mukti never meant him to read, her truth finally unfolds. Of how she slowly disappeared. Of how she kept loving without being loved back. Of how loneliness learned to wear the mask of stability. Now Arjun is forced to face what he chose not to see. That while he mourned his past, he made his present live unloved. This is not a story of infidelity. It is the story of emotional absence, stretched across seven years, until waiting no longer felt like hope, but habit.

For eight years, Mira Bennet believed in love... until she caught her boyfriend with her stepsister. Betrayed, humiliated, and with nothing left to lose, she exposes Liana's secrets to her billionaire fiancé, Ethan Kim. He doesn't cancel the wedding. He replaces the bride. One scandalous ceremony later, Mira becomes Mrs. Ethan Kim - trapped in a world of power, secrets, and dangerous attraction. A contract marriage. A billionaire with a cold heart. And a love neither of them expected.

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

Iniyaazh, a single mother, lives a peaceful life with her daughter Aadhini - until a man named Aadhavan enters their world. As Aadhavan forms an unexpected bond with Aadhini, Iniyaazh is drawn into a storm of emotions she can't understand.

Riya... Just riya. No surname... the kind of woman who blended into the background yet still managed to command a quiet sort of attention. She spoke little, choosing her words carefully, never wasting them. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant-efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked-she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy company, he ran his office like a battlefield. Strict. Disciplined. Uncompromising. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise-a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle, caring, fiercely loyal. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage? Just for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn

Arjun's mv: inayoda na unna pathu 4 varusham 11 maasam 3 naal aguthu.. anaiku nee azhuthukite en kaiya irukama pudichitu na unkudave iruka mama nu thembunathu ipa varaikum nyabagam iruku.. intha anju varusham unoda nyabagathulaye odi pochi.🥹🥹.. nalaiku thirupiyum unna pakka pora.. intha vaati un kaiya naa irukama puduchi vechukuva kuttymaa.. yar sonalum vidamatta.. ithu enoda promise.. intha naalukaga tha intha anju varushama kathutu iruka.. sekirama engita vanthudu kuttymaa.. un mama unakaga tha wait panitu iruka..🥹🥹 Saanvi's mv: Naalaiku enoda life la romba mukiyamana naal, nalaiku na anju varusham kalichi enoda annanuga, apra enoda best friend ellarayum pakka pora.. athu matum ilama enoda uyir, enoda heart beat, enoda mama va pakka pora.. avangala epdi irupanga.. ena nyabagam irukuma.. che athula irukum.. elarum engita pesuvangala.. oru vela pesalana.. ama ipa avangala ena pannitu irupanga.. ayioo.. ena ithu ipdi paiythiyam pducha mari na ethuku polambitu iruka.. kadavule nalaiku na en mamava paakanum athuku nee tha help pananum 🙏 🙏.. ********************** Hi all, This is my second story.. thought to write a fanfiction with one of my fav onscreen pair.. this is just an imagination and purely a fan fiction, nothing to do with real life characters and real life persons.. hope you'll like my story.. please give it a try and give ur suggestions.. and I'm not a professional writer.. so please help me to improve my writing skills here with ur valuable suggestions.... Thankyou, yours, Rishna🤍

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

The story of Anand and Pallavi

18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .

In a dynasty of doctors obsessed with saving lives, Viraj Vashisht is the only one who knows how to build a life worth living. Viraj Vashisht is the "spare." Sandwiched between an arrogant older brother who is a celebrated Nephrologist and a pampered younger brother studying Neurology, Viraj is the family's quiet disappointment. He is a Landscape Architect-a man who speaks in blueprints and blooms rather than medical jargon. In the chaotic, high-society Vashisht household, his voice is rarely heard, and his presence is barely felt. Manpreet Kaur is a woman of secrets. To the world, she is the dutiful daughter of a dying father, holding her grief behind a serene smile. But in the quiet of the night, she is "Preety"-an anonymous, bestselling author whose words have touched thousands. When her father's stage-four diagnosis forces a heartbreaking promise, she agrees to a marriage of convenience to secure her future. Her father doesn't choose the successful doctor or the brilliant student. He chooses Viraj. Thrust together into a marriage neither asked for, Viraj and Manpreet find themselves drowning in the noise of the Vashisht family's judgment. But as the insults mount and the grief deepens, they discover that their silence is not a weakness-it is a language only they share. When the world tries to tear them apart, the "gardener" and the "storyteller" must decide: will they remain in the shadows, or will they finally raise their voices to protect the sanctuary they've built together? A story of two quiet hearts finding their rhythm in a loud world.