"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 ••••••••••••• 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 I stepped into the room and the sight before me made my heart drop. Chachi was crying uncontrollably while Mom tried to console her, whispering soft words that clearly weren't helping. On the bed lay the bridal lehenga-perfectly arranged, untouched... as if the bride had simply vanished from the moment. A strange uneasiness crept into my chest. "Chachi... what happened? And where is Lavanya?" I asked, my eyes searching the room, hoping she would suddenly walk out from somewhere laughing. Mom looked at me, her eyes red. "Lavanya... ran away." For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent. Ran away? The words echoed in my mind like a cruel joke. Just last night she had smiled at me, telling me she was happy. How could she disappear like this on the day of her wedding? Before I could process the shock, Chachu suddenly stepped forward. And then he did something that made my breath hitch. He folded his hands in front of me. "Shivanya... please do your chachu a favor. Please marry Abhimaan." My heart stopped. "Chachu... I- I can't do that," I said, stepping back, shaking my head in disbelief. "This is wrong. And what about him? How can I-" "He has already agreed," Papa said softly from behind me. I turned toward him, stunned. "He... what?" "He said yes," Papa continued gently. "Our reputation, our honor... everything lies in your hands now. Trust me, beta. He will keep you happy." Happy? The word felt strangely hollow. Because the truth was far more complicated. She wanted to walk away from every memory of him... every moment that once shattered her heart. Yet destiny, with a twisted smile, was pushing her toward the same man she once swore to forget. Was it truly destiny's plan... or someone else pulling the

She was the light of the family... until the day they turned their backs on her. One by one, they abandoned her, leaving nothing but silence and broken memories. The laughter that once filled the house was gone, replaced by whispers of hate she couldn't understand. Alone, betrayed, and forgotten... she had to rise from the ashes of the family that once called her their own. Alright so here is the description of my first story buttercups please don't mind any kind of mistake . And the character introduction will be coming tomorrow so wait

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

Top - 2 in india ( 9/2/2026) In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

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.

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

Meri laila✨ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mat jao please" she whispered , eyes locked with his , voice soft as a summer Breeze. He bent down to her level. ----------------------------------------------------------- A teenage love thet grew old fine line a wine , flame that burned bright , a promise of forever that could just get stronger day by day. In their school day romance everyday felt like a fairytale , the way he looked at her , the way she smiled at him , seemed like everything is perfectly alright. BUT , Little did they know , their love story was about to take twist , a unexpected turn , A twist that would test their love , thier loyalty , commitment to eachother. ---------------------------------------------------------- Additional I am the owner. I lost my last account where I was originally writing this , so I am rewriting it here. Characters are real in life. Book cover by @_.incubation._

Author's Note: maybe the starting chapters are boring but I am writing it for the first time and I can tell you that I won't disappoint you so please give it a try. Thank you 😊 INDIAN MAFIA PRINCESS Alya ,a 16 year old girl with an innocent but not so innocent heart and soul. she can't see anyone in pain as she knows how it feels to be in pain. she lives in an orphanage and is treated badly when compared to other kids in the orphanage. Many things happened at the orphanage to her but she still doesn't blame anyone for it. What happens when she bumps into someone? What happens when she is told that she had a family all along who did know she is alive? Let's find out..... It's my first ever story and I thought to share it here so please don't get your hopes up and I will try my best to write a good one Thanks for choosing to read it. 8/1/26 - #2 in singing 9/1/26 - #10 in siblings 18/1/36 - #1 in Italianmafia

𝑬𝒌 𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝑱𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒌 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒅𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒊..🫂😌 After eighteen years, They didn't search- Yet the world nudged them closer. A smile paused mid-air, As if recognition arrived late, Tiptoeing through grown-up hearts. Nothing spoken, Yet destiny hummed quietly, You've met before. Some meetings don't feel new- They feel remembered. 𝑬𝒌𝒌𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒖 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒖 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂.. 𝑱𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂..❤️‍🩹✨ Radhavati Lokhande 💓 Krishiv Gayakwad Some bonds do not begin again. They simply continue..... Let's see how they found out again.... Dive in the story now !!! °•🌝🌷✨•°