Kaushiki finds herself in a deeply unusual situation when Mrs. Mukherjee, makes an unexpected request. Kaushiki, the daughter of a driver who once worked for the wealthy Mukherjee family in Kolkata, the owners of a prestigious bank, had grown up around their kindness. The family had always been generous to their staff, especially when Kaushiki's father fell ill. They provided financial support until she could secure a job of her own. Now a preschool teacher, Kaushiki still received occasional funds from Mrs. Mukherjee as extra support. Deeply grateful, her reverence for the Mukherjee family knew no bounds. One day, Mrs. Mukherjee called Kaushiki to share a delicate matter: her elder son, now the chairman of the bank and married to the daughter of a renowned jewellery brand owner, was unable to have children. He needed a surrogate mother. Wishing for someone known and trusted, Mrs. Mukherjee turned to Kaushiki. Indebted and unable to refuse, Kaushiki agreed but the challenge weighed heavily on her. The man she was meant to bear a child for was none other than Nirvaan Mukherjee, her long-time and unrequited crush. Or perhaps it wasn't truly one-sided because there was one girl who had never left the heart of the great chairman Nirvaan Mukherjee: the young daughter of the driver he used to play with as a child. Follow the extraordinary journey of Kaushiki and Nirvaan as they navigate family, duty and the complexities of love. Updates on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Rudra..." she breathed, her voice trembling with shame and longing. "This is... wrong." He lifted his head, eyes burning with something fierce. "No," he whispered against her skin, "not when I've already chosen you as my wife." His hand slid down her waist, possessive but tender. "Not when I will stand with you in front of fire and vows." Her heart stuttered painfully, her throat tightening with truth she could no longer deny. "But... until then..." He silenced her again with a kiss-this one deeper, intoxicating, leaving her breathless. "Until then," he murmured against her lips, "let me love you." She closed her eyes, her resistance dissolving like sugar in warmth. And she let him. Let the man who wasn't her husband... but would be, soon... show her what it meant to be wanted, cherished, worshipped. Perhaps the biggest mistake of dilan Malik... Is believing his love for her.. Oblivious that this very love and night will haunt her forever... ...

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, American Eskimo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

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.

When a victim seeks out for the best advocate, he accepts to fight for her in return for sex as his fees. Anandi, a woman who lost it all, her sick mother hospitalised and her once a rich businessman father in jail fighting for justice. Anandi was a privileged daughter who got everything, got treated like a princess but everything changed when his father's business got bankrupted and he was put to jail, mother who couldn't handle it anymore got sick and bedridden. unaware of how the world works she goes to the high court and decides to take help from the best prosecuter, she expected a high fees but in return he wanted nothing more than her body. Things might sound easy, A poor woman and a rich man, first sex then love then happy ending. but every night she spends with him, she feels like he has more agenda than he reveals, something dark and dangerous for her, why does his eyes hold hatred for her? as he passionately thrusts inside her? is he just a stranger? or a man from the past she can't remember.

"Nawabzaadi." The sick man had fallen for a tyrant.

Alana Malik I loved him even before I knew the meaning of the word love. But realizing that the man I have loved my whole life is in love with Noor... Maybe I would have killed Noor if she were some other girl. But the girl my love, my bakht, is in love with is none other than Noor Dawood Malik-my brother's wife-who is dealing with consecutive delays and behaves like a child. Only Allah knows how brutally my heart broke hearing his confession for Noor in front of my family. Bakhtiyar bin Taha I know I sinned by falling for my brother's wife. But what hurts more is the realization that Alana loves me. And I don't know what to do now, because to me she is the daughter of the man who ruined my Tani phupho. I hate her bold behavior. I hate the mere thought that her veins carry Theodore's blood, and yet my family treats her like she is some princess. For her, he is the love of her life, and she fell in love with him since childhood-without knowing the reality of him being the illegitimate son of the man who tried to rape her phupho. For him, she is just the bold, noisy flesh of the man who ruined his Tani phupho.

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