*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

☆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝗜𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗡𝗼 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀" ✦𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 She is the princess of Udaipur. A nice and kind hearted girl but don't get tricked by her kindness .This girl will not wait even a second before firing back a sarcastic comment that will make you go to hell. She effortlessly acquires everything she desires for. Her anger knows no bounds . She is beautiful , She is bold , She is valiant , She is everything a man wants . ✦𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 He is the king of Rajasthan. A cold and arrogant mafia king and Ceo of his own multinational company that has wom𝖾n falling to their knees for him but all he does is ignore them. His anger knows no bounds . Everyone is feared by his name.The most dangerous and powerful man in the country who wouldn't think twice before pulling the trigger. "𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲" -𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 "𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲" -𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐀

#Top 1 in india (14/19/10/25) #Top 2 in india (13/10/25) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ╰┈➤ 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. Abhimann Singhania never thought to marry a girl like Drishti Sinha, who doesn't speak. For him, this marriage is a cold transaction, a responsibility he's ready to ignore. But Drishti, with her quiet defiance and steady resilience, is far from weak. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, their world collides in moments they don't expect: a shared cup of tea, a gaze that lingers too long, a touch that says too much. In the middle of silent nights and simmering storms, Abhimann begins to hear the words Drishti never says. But love isn't enough when secrets hang between them like unsaid promises. Can two people who didn't choose each other find a reason to stay? A story of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and a love that grows where no one thought it would. Tropes - -Arranged Marriage -Silent/Non-verbal Female Lead -Emotionally Guarded Male Lead -Forced Proximity -Slow Burn -Simmering Tension -Hidden Past -Misunderstandings |✯ STARTED ON : 9 MARCH 2025 |✯ENDED ON : 27 SEPTEMBER 2025

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

Where is bride mr. Mehra his father asked? There parents are looking down they don't have words to say to them that there daughter run away from her own marriage... Sorry Raghuvanshi sahab mai aapke hath judta ho mujhe maaf karde . Ab kuch nhi ho sakta shaadi toh aaj hi hoke rahegi badi beti nhi hai toh kya hua choti beti toh hai na aapki?..said his mother She is to young for this..... Papa mumma i can't please .....

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He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.

(𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬) Growing up in an environment filled with failed and dysfunctional arrange marriages, the only thing Avika wished for herself was to never enter one. Yet in the end she found herself going through all the rituals with a man she barely knew. Tied to a stranger, all she expected from her husband was animosity and indifference because that is all she has seen and understood. She vowed to stay strong and not let the fate repeat itself in her case but when her husband behaves the exact opposite of what she has instilled in her mind, will she be able to see beyond the surface and give their story a chance?

Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman