They say finding a soulmate is the hardest thing in the world. Out of seven billion hearts beating under the same sky, choosing the right one feels like chasing a mirage. But love - love never asks for the right time, the right place, or the right person. It just happens. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝟐𝟐-𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. When the world welcomes the first-ever 𝑴𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝑫𝑰 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒑, history takes a new turn. Men and women, side by side - playing not against each other, but with each other. Boundaries blur, rules change, and amidst the sound of roaring crowds, something far deeper begins to bloom. 𝑺𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂, twenty, shy yet dazzling, carries the calm of the moon and the fire of dreams. A cricketer whose bat speaks poetry, whose silence hums strength. She never sought fame - only freedom between the wickets. And then comes 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒌 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - twenty-five, the nation's golden boy. Charming, confident, and reckless with both bat and heart. Where she is restraint, he is chaos. Where she hides, he shines. Where she listens, he commands. They are poles apart - destined to collide. And somewhere between rivalry and rhythm, between boundaries and hearts, they'll discover that love, like cricket, is all about timing. ---

This story is only published on Wattpad under my account. Any copies elsewhere (like teenfic.net) are unauthorized She was soft-spoken and shy, with dreams tucked into the folds of her dupatta. He was calm and kind - the kind of boy who never rushed fate. Aryak had everything a good man needed - but never asked for anything. Until the day she stepped into his world with eyes full of innocence and anklets that chimed like poetry. And suddenly, his silence had a sound. A name. A wish. Arywisha. He wouldn't say it aloud. But she'd feel it... every time he looked at her like she was the prayer he never dared whisper.

BOOK 1 OF BRIDE SERIES #1 in Top Ten in India #1 in Reluctant _____________________________________________ Aina Deshmukh's name meant "mirror," yet her life reflected nothing but pain and turmoil. Far from the delicate image her name suggested, Aina's existence was marred by a painful past, leaving her wary of love and reluctant to trust anyone, especially men. Her heart had long been shattered, and the idea of happiness felt like a distant dream. Shaan Singh Rathore, whose name meant "pride," was a man whose success spoke louder than words. Ambitious, confident, and indifferent to the concept of love, he built his empire on the belief that emotions only made one weak. To him, love was a fantasy-a notion he dismissed without hesitation. Can Shaan, the man who never believed in love, finally admit that Aina is the one who has the power to change everything?

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 "Damm, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek. "Huh?" "It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger. "He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip. "So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?" "I... I will..." "You will what?" "I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said. "From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."