In the quiet corners of my heart, I kept a secret garden-a fragile bloom of love that I tended with care. It was for someone who never truly belonged there. His touch was like frost on petals, beautiful yet cold. His words, sweet as honey, dripped with deception. I loved him with a fervour that blinded me to the truth sometimes love is a cruel mirage. But as the seasons changed, so did my perception, revealing the fault lines of our mismatched souls. He was the wrong puzzle piece, forcing himself into spaces where he didn't fit. And I, foolishly, tried to mould myself to his edges. The pain of loving the wrong person is a silent ache-an ache that gnaws at your spirit, eroding the very essence of who you are. It's the realisation that you've been watering a barren tree, hoping for blossoms that will never come. Yet, I clung to him, desperate for validation, afraid of the void that would follow if I let go. But life has a way of surprising us. In the quiet aftermath of heartbreak, when tears blurred my vision, I stumbled upon a different kind of love. It wasn't loud or tempestuous; it was a gentle whisper-a warm breeze that carried away the debris of shattered dreams. 𝓓𝓮𝓿 appeared like a sunrise after a storm, illuminating the corners of my wounded heart. He was the right puzzle piece missing half of my soul. His laughter was a melody that resonated with mine, and his touch ignited constellations within me. We built a love that didn't need mending, for it was whole from the start. In his arms, I found solace, and in his eyes, I glimpsed eternity. The pain of loving the wrong person prepared me for the miracle of finding the right one. It taught me that scars can heal, and broken hearts can bloom anew. Now, as I stand on the threshold of forever, hand in hand with the one who fits seamlessly into my existence, I honour the past wrong turns, the tears, and the silent battles. For they led me to this love that feels like coming home.

The waiter approached with a polite smile. "Ma'am, your order please?" She glanced at him, then shifted her eyes toward the man sitting silently across the table - her husband. She gave a small nod. Her hands trembled slightly. Her heartbeat quickened. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, then back at the menu, struggling to steady herself. "One plate Manchurian... chowmein... and dosa," she said softly. Then she looked up again, her voice barely audible. "You should order something too..." He didn't answer right away - just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Finally, he placed his order, but there was something in his tone - calm, yet cold. As if the food didn't matter. As if only she did. That's when he noticed it. A man, a few tables away, staring at her. He didn't blink. She, unaware, smiled at something the man said. Laughed softly. For a second, it was like the air around her shimmered with warmth. But in him - everything went dark. In one smooth, silent motion, he stood and walked to her. She looked up, confused... surprised. He said nothing. He simply slid her chair closer to himself with one firm hand. Now they were close. Too close. Their breaths mingled. Their hearts beat in sync - loud and unignorable. She gasped, barely able to meet his eyes. Then he turned his head sharply toward the man and glared - a look that could kill. The man froze. With a single, silent gesture, her husband told him to leave. The man stumbled back, trembling in fear. Then he leaned closer to her, his voice a dark whisper, a vow, a warning: "Tera muskurana... nazar jhukana... sirf mere liye hai. Bas mere liye." Her breath caught. She wasn't just shocked - she was claimed. Because no matter how soft his love looked on the surface... ...beneath it was obsession.

Vaidhi and Viraj were never meant to get along. She's fire-fierce, focused, and unwilling to let anyone, especially a cocky rival like Viraj, stand in her way. He's ice-smooth, strategic, and annoyingly hard to ignore. Their battles began with clashing egos and cutting words, a rivalry that everyone in their world watched like a storm waiting to break. But storms don't just destroy-they transform. What started as irritation turns into tension. And what should have remained competition slowly burns into something deeper. Viraj knew he was falling long before she ever looked at him differently. He hid his feelings beneath smirks and challenges, waiting. But when Vaidhi finally lets herself feel... she doesn't just fall in love-she dives headfirst, with no way back. It's a story of enemies whose hearts betrayed their minds. Of two broken souls who were too stubborn to admit they needed each other. Until love made them surrender. ❤️‍🔥

This story is about two people with different mindsets, different personalities, different thinking of them for this world , for their own lifestyle , for their own life.. One is aggressive, arrogant, cold, workaholic and the other one is just opposite of him, sweet, kind , childish, innocent but every time someone takes advantage of her kindness.. One didn't leave anyone who hurt him or his family or who betrays him.. And the other one always forgives anyone even if he/she don't like her because she knows the value of forgiveness.. . . . . . MAYA - ( if forgiving someone gives you peace then forgive them, because your peace is more important ) KHUSHAAL - ( I never forgive anyone who betrays me or doesn't respect me, they will pay by losing their respect or by losing their life..) [MAYA X KHUSHAAL] ❤️

'Rishabh Sharma' a well known very rich and very famous CEO, for others he has a cold and arrogant personality but, for his close ones he has a special place for them.. He thinks every women is after his money all are gold digger. His past mistakes and some tragic memories made him tough from inside and outside both but, at the end, one woman came in his life and changed his life for forever.. His perspective for the women changed. She was his strength, his half soul, his heartbeat... (kuch toh baat thi unme... jo mera dil unka hogya ...❤️) 'Aditi Singhania' she was a doctor. She was brilliant, moody, choosy, foody and what not.. she was a pure soul who is trapped in her traumatic past experience. From outside she is beautiful happy person but, from inside she wants to escape from her horror experience... She thinks love is pure but, she didn't get that from anyone she wants someone beside her who will protect her, loved her.. Unfortunately, she met someone who makes her life upside down but , in the end she gets what she wanted from so long.. (kuch baat toh thi unme... jo meri aatma unme basne lagi ...💞)

She fights for justice. He lives above the law. Im Ah Young, a sharp-witted legal intern with a haunted past, never expected her life to collide with Kim Yeon Seok-the enigmatic mafia boss who claims her fate is already sealed. When old secrets resurface and danger closes in, Ah Young is forced to choose: protect the law she believes in or surrender to the man who defies it. In a world of blurred lines, blood ties, and forbidden oaths, love might just be the most dangerous verdict of all. Content Warnings: This story contains mature themes, violence, and emotional conflict. Reader discretion is advised.

Mayra Raghuvanshi Having lost the man she thought she loved, met the guy who redefined her idea of love. Kabir Malhotra While attending his Best friend's wedding, on a mission, finds a girl who is willing to help him complete his mission but in the process, she completes his mother's mission. As they fall in love, she has secrets and fears which accompany her. He is willing to help her, but will she seek his help? She must confront her fears and secrets, but how? Being brought up in a toxic family no one ever really paid much attention to her feelings to the point she forgot how to express them. But this time, she must do it, for her heart won't let her live otherwise. He too has secrets but he reveals them too soon. Why? What compelled him to do so? To know everything about Mayra and Kabir read the book and I'm sure you will enjoy it.

"𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈." Aditi Agarwal was supposed to be untouchable - the perfect daughter of Mumbai's wealthiest businessman, destined for a future paved in gold. Not for blood. Not for cages. Not for 𝓱𝓲𝓶. But when a single choice - a dream of freedom across an ocean - placed her in the path of Clayton Thorne, a ruthless New York crime lord with a mind like a labyrinth and a heart darker than the night itself, everything she believed shattered. He didn't want her ransom. He didn't want her obedience. He wanted her terror, her rebellion - and the broken pieces she tried so hard to hide. Because to Clayton, Aditi isn't just a pawn. She's prey. And he's the predator who has waited far too long to unleash the hunt. When obsession becomes a weapon sharper than any blade, and love warps into something even more dangerous than hate - the only questions left are: Will she survive his twisted sanctuary... 𝑶𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏? Will he seek the revenge he wanted, 𝑶𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓? Tropes~• Enemies to....? Rabbit and fox duet § Morally grey MMC Feisty, loving MFC 𝑹𝒖𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕. ⚠️ 18+

Thud! Raavi slapped Vihaan. All eyes turned to the center of the room where Raavi stood, her chest heaving, her hand still raised from the strike she had just delivered across Vihaan's face. "How dare you!" she screamed, her voice raw. "How dare you even think of doing something like this? You wanted to use my sister? I swear to God, Vihaan, I will kill you." "You think you know everything, don't you? Do you even know who Kartik was? Do you know who he loved? When you know nothing, how dare you play God? If it wasn't me, if it was some other girl, would you have done the same? You used me, Vihaan, for a promotion, for revenge. You played with my life like it was a pawn for your brother's Revenge." Her fingers tightened on the handle - the rose, the blade, the final strike. "I will show you what death looks like." And then she drove the knife in, all the way. The tip pierced through Vihaan's back. Blood dripped from the wound, staining the floor beneath them like ink spreading across paper. And for the first time that night, silence didn't come from shock - it came from fear. . . . . status- ongoing Keep reading to know more