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Crack and Crease by emptyyourfeelings
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📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War
ANAY - HIS TINY HEARTBEAT  by _missunknowndew_
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Krutarth Raichand - is a man of logic, cold hard cash, and iron-clad discipline. In the boardroom, he is the "Ice King"-formidable, untouchable, and entirely devoid of sentiment. He built his empire from nothing, and he has no intention of letting "messy emotions" compromise his fortress. Preksha Mehra - was born into the lap of luxury, but she didn't stay there. Cast out by her elite family and forced to trade her diamonds for double shifts, she has transformed from a pampered princess into a woman with a "spine of steel." She doesn't want charity, and she certainly doesn't want the mercy of the family that abandoned her. She only wants a future for her son. Then there is Anay. At five months old, he is the only person on earth who can make the great Krutarth Raichand freeze with a single tug on his expensive silk tie. With his chubby cheeks and soulful eyes, Anay is the silent bridge between two guarded souls-one who refuses to love, and one who is afraid to trust again. ​In a world of corporate wars and family betrayals, can a cold billionaire and a resilient mother find common ground? Or will their pasts tear them apart before they realize that their hearts now beat for the same tiny human? Kya hoga ​Jab inhe milawayegi ek nanhi dhadkan.
The love they never expected ✅ (Short Story ) by cutie_pie_sruthi
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Aarushi never expected love to return to her life. At just twenty-five, she is already a single mother to her little boy, Aarav. Between teaching art at the local school and running dance classes in her quiet village in Kashmir, her days are filled with responsibility, laughter, and the tiny hands that hold her world together. Love was never part of her plans again. Captain Vidharth Kanna is a man carved from discipline and silence. A respected officer in the Indian Army, he carries scars that no one sees. An orphan with a painful past and a medical truth that means he can never become a father, Vidharth has long accepted that some dreams are not meant for him. But fate has a strange way of bringing two broken worlds together. When a cheerful little boy with curious eyes begins to melt the walls around a soldier's guarded heart, and a strong woman learns that even the coldest souls crave warmth... They may discover something neither of them was searching for. A journey of healing, hope, and the love they never expected.
𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✅️ by Writer_TanuS
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Shivangi Rathore Singhania-heir to the Singhania Empire, only daughter of a fallen legacy. After the tragic death of her parents, she has only one mission: to unite the children of her father's best friends... no matter what it takes. Six names. Six players in a dangerous game. Rayan Marco De Luca & Reva Marco De Luca - the Italian Mob Boss and princess cloaked in shadows, cousins to Shivangi, feared for the darkness they hide behind their crowns. Avinash Singh Rajvansh & Akshita Singh Rajvansh - siblings whose obsession with the De Luca heirs blurs the line between love and possession, blind to the strings Shivangi pulls from behind the curtain. And then there is Shivansh Rajawat Malhotra - Shivangi's loyal secretary. Or is he? The man who breathes only for her, yet conceals a truth that could upend every alliance, every secret, every obsession. In a world where love is a weapon, loyalty is a myth, and power is the only currency... one question remains: Who is playing whom? A dark romance of obsession, manipulation, and hidden identities- because love is a game of power, and we are all just pawns. Started - 8 September 2025 Ended -
His Second Wife.... by author_Gun
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When her elder sister's affair with her own ex is exposed, the scandal shatters two families in a single night. Betrayal burns, reputations crumble-and in the wreckage, she becomes collateral damage. Her brother-in-law doesn't scream. He doesn't beg. He plans. Cold. Calculating. Patient. She was never meant to be anything more than a pawn in his revenge-a living reminder of the sister who humiliated him. But the moment his eyes meet hers, something dark shifts. Obsession replaces anger. Possession replaces pride. He divorces the woman who betrayed him without a backward glance. And the very day the court seals the papers, he marries her sister-delivering the cruelest blow imaginable. What began as vengeance turns into a dangerous game of desire. Because he may be a devil in love... But devils don't fall without dragging someone into the flames with them.
Yes Mrs. Chaudhary !! by pretty_bun
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Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.
Together by fate [ Completed ] by uni_wrts
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The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder
His Innocent Love  by _missunknowndew_
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Cold Hearted & Grumpy - He Sweet & Innocent - She Let's dive into thier story. An accidental & arrange marriage story SHIVANSH SINGH RAJVANSH - Kuvar Sa of Rajasthan and soon to be King. Believes in hardwork and a workaholic person. Having anger issue. A complete family man loves his family a lot, He can kill and even die for his family. He always stays away from girls, believing that they are after his money. Now let's see what will happen when she comes into his life? RUHANI RAJPUT - A simple and easy girl. Gets happy in small things. Unaware of the outside world. But at such an age she has had to endure a lot. She wants to know the love she has never had. She always lives in fear. What will happen when this quiet girl meets an angry man? ~ Tropes : • Age gap • King X Noramal Girl • Rude X Sweet • Grumpy X Sunshine
𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘁: 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 by talesofdevil
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𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.