🩺🦢In a tertiary care hospital where every corridor carries the weight of urgency and every monitor writes its own rhythm of survival, Dr. Ivaan Vaidya operates on precision, not emotion. 💙❄️Code blue is not a metaphor to him. It is protocol. It is response. It is control. 🦋🩷Until Dr. Medha Dixit arrives in his department. Unreadable in all the ways that matter in medicine. 🩺But what clinical reports and duty rosters do not record is this, long before she was assigned to his unit, she already existed in his nights. 🕯️Under the pseudonym Rooh, she writes case-less stories that circulate quietly through medical forums and anonymous blogs, stories that feel less like fiction and more like patient charts no one was meant to read. 💫🦋And Dr. Vaidya has read every one of them. Without ever knowing the author. Now she stands in his hospital, in his operating system of logic, as a colleague he is expected to remain detached from. ❤️‍🩹But detachment fails where recognition begins. Because somewhere between emergency intubations, night shifts, and sterile hallways that never forget anything, 💕he realizes the anonymous writer he has been searching for has been breathing beside him all along. In medicine, they are trained to separate life from loss. To stabilize. To observe. To not feel too much. But some diagnoses cannot be contained within clinical boundaries. 🦋And this one begins with a code blue and ends in a second chapter neither of them consented to but both cannot escape. Code Blue: A Second Chapter where medicine meets memory, and anonymity becomes the most dangerous exposure.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 #𝟏 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.. "Who Were Loved Only When They Were Convenient. For Those Who Smiled Through Replacements, Silences, And Borrowed Love." 𝗠𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔🌟 Grew up unseen in her own home-always too much, yet never enough. Love existed around her, just never for her. 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗🌟 was chosen once, loved briefly, and then taught that even love can be taken away. An orphan by fate, a son by chance, and a replacement by destiny. On The Eve Of Two Weddings, The truth about power, inheritance, and ambition changes everything.. A Bride is replaced. A Groom is exchanged. And Vows meant for someone else bind two strangers together. What begins as a marriage born out of compulsion turns into quiet companionship-shared silences, unspoken understanding, and A Love that doesn't Demand to be Seen, Only Stays. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑵𝒐 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔... 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.. ⚠️ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀.. Since English is not my first language, there might be a few grammatical errors. So if you're looking for a perfectly written story with flawless English, this might not be for you... Thank you for understanding 💋 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃

✨🍂 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝒾 𝒿𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒽𝑒𝑔𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓆 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝒽𝒶𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝒽𝓊 🤍🕰️ 𓆩🦋𓆪 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓀... 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ✨ where love didn't knock it drifted in like a soft spell. 𓂃🍃 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈, and hearts that never learned how to leave each other. 🕯️ because some love stories don't end... they simply turn into folklore 🤍 Blood made them family. Love made them stay. 🤍 📜In a house full of chaos, loud arguments, midnight comfort talks, stolen desserts, overprotective boys, dramatic family dinners, sleepy cuddles, healing hearts, and love that never needed permission to exist... they found something stronger than blood itself. 🌸💫This isn't just a romance. It's about the people who become home. 🦋💫The ones who hold your shaking hands in silence. The ones who fight the world for you, annoy you endlessly, steal your fries, sit outside your door after an argument, and still choose you every single day. ❄️🤍A story where love is soft, messy, possessive, comforting, chaotic, and unconditional all at once. Where the boys look dangerous but love like poetry. Where the girls carry storms in their hearts yet somehow become everyone's peace. ☃️Because sometimes soul ties are stronger than surnames. And sometimes the family you choose loves you louder than the one you were born into. 🥀

Ayla Al‑Thani learned silence early. Not out of weakness, but out of faith. In Doha, she is known, but rarely understood. Emir Kaya lives by discipline, carrying power like armor. Their meeting is brief, meant to be forgotten. But duty remembers. Families decide before hearts speak. A marriage forms without promises. Between cultures and expectations, patience becomes their language. In quiet prayers and shared restraint, love begins to grow - slowly, through dua....

Under editing English is not my first language 1st book of SCARS Series Scars Of Silence - "Some scars are loud, but the deepest ones stay silent." Netra - a girl with scars hidden behind her silent smiles. Manav - a man shattered by betrayal, holding his broken pieces together only for his twins . ✧ But sometimes, the most wounded hearts find solace in each other's silence. Scars of Silence is not just a love story. It is a journey of pain, healing, and finding strength in the deepest cracks of the soul. Will their silence become their greatest barrier... Or the only language that binds them forever?

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 × 𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟑 × 𝟐𝟐 "I despise you. I hate you with every drop of blood running through my veins. I hate hearing your voice. I feel suffocated when I'm near you!" she screamed, her voice raw with rage, her eyes shining with tears. He stood silently, watching her with an expression that revealed nothing-an unreadable mask that no one had ever been able to break. As if her words were merely pages in a book he was calmly turning. He stepped closer. Now only inches away, he looked straight into her trembling eyes. Slowly, he raised his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but she turned her face away, shutting her eyes tightly. A tear slid down her cheek. He noticed. His hand froze, then fell back to his side. He took another step toward her. Instinctively, she stepped back. Again he advanced; again she retreated-until her back met the cold wall. She lowered her gaze, breathing unevenly, while he stood before her, their faces only a breath apart. Gently, he lifted his hand again and brushed away her tear with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch. "Ye aankhein toh kuch aur hi kehti hain," he murmured, lifting her chin so she would look at him. ("These eyes tell a very different story.") "Tum kehti ho ki nafrat hai mujhse..." ("You say you hate me...") He tucked another loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice dropping to a quiet certainty. "Aur main tumhare rag-rag se waqif hoon... khair." ("But I know every part of you... anyway.")

Qalb-e-Jaan - Where love becomes a prayer. Hazel, a clumsy yet kind-hearted English literature student, finds peace in writing duas in the quiet corners of her life. Haris Aziz Khan-cold, distant, and an architect by profession-has spent years building walls around his heart. Born in India, raised in London, he believes emotions are distractions he cannot afford. When an arranged marriage ties their lives together, two strangers are forced into a bond neither of them understands. In a world of silence, unspoken pain, and quiet faith... can love grow where hearts refuse to open? ✨ A heartfelt halal romance about healing, sabr, and second chances.

Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.

YUG AHLAWAT Yug Ahlawat, a 22-year-old man. A businessman? A mafia? A politician? Nope, he's a common man. Life has never been kind to him since the day he was born. He has no family, no one to call his own. But he isn't someone who gives up easily. He possesses every skill that sets him apart from the rest. Cold-colder than ice because he has seen the cruelty of the world. But even ice melts. His lifeless heart begins to beat again when he sees her. Still, he believes he's not lucky enough to deserve her. What he doesn't know is, destiny has other plans. Let's see how his life changes. PRISHA SINGHANIA Prisha Singhania, a 21-year-old girl from a wealthy family. A family with just a few members, none of whom she can truly open up to. People call her a spoiled brat. But those who really know her (if there were any) would say she's an angel. Sadly, she has no close friends, no one she can trust because everyone seems to want her for her money and she hates that. She loves a man with all her heart, unaware of how drastically her life is about to change.