NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ An arranged marriage. A rich playboy. A girl who barely speaks above a whisper. Ishaan Singh Rathore lives for the thrill-fast cars, loud music, and fleeting romances. He's the kind of man who's never looked past tomorrow. Payal Grewal is his opposite in every way. Quiet, gentle, and devoted to her traditions, she's spent her life honoring a promise made before she was born-one that now binds her to Ishaan in marriage. Their grandfathers made a pact. Now it's time to fulfill it. But how can a man who's never taken love seriously handle a woman who's never known anything else? She's silence. He's chaos. And they've been destined for each other since before they could speak. Can opposites really attract-or will this marriage break before it even begins?

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

A quiet, emotional professor-student romance. A story of quiet hearts and fragile beginnings. Navh Talya, a composed and calm professor, meets Ati Revya, a girl carrying the weight of a painful past. As their lives intertwine, trust is tested, emotions unravel, and healing begins in small, unexpected ways. Almost Spring ♡ :･ﾟ because healing doesn't happen all at once. It comes slowly... like winter learning how to feel the sun again. ♡ Navh Talya × Ati Revya ♡ "He's the calm. She's the storm he never saw coming." ♡ ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:✧ ♡ Dedication ♡ For the hearts learning to bloom again, even when winter still whispers. ♡ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

The clang of steel, the roar of warriors, the taste of blood and dust-Viraaj Singh Chauhan was in the heart of war when the world tore itself apart. One strike, one heartbeat, and then-silence. When his eyes opened again, there was no battlefield. Thunder roared from machines racing over black roads. Glass towers pierced the night, the air stinking of smoke and metal. A king, stripped of the crown and kingdom, stood lost among strangers. Five years later, the world knew another name. Veeranshu Rajput. Not the warrior king, but the billionaire who bent empires to his will. Veeranshu had carved his throne from steel and glass, becoming one of the most powerful men on earth. - Mahira Sengupta had lived with visions all her life-palaces burning, skies collapsing, and a king with eyes like storms. She wrote them into novels the world adored, never confessing the truth: she had never seen his face. Only his eyes. Only his voice. "You brought me back, Mahira. Now nothing will keep me from you." She never knew her dreams had already stepped into this century. And somewhere, behind the mask of the most powerful man alive, the lost king was waiting.

Shourya Singhania - The 26-year-old heir of a multi-million dollar company, a protective gentleman who looks after his family. He's harsh, straightforward and not one to mess with. The last thing you want is to be on his bad side. But on the inside, he's a total softie. Never even thought of marriage until. . . . . "Anything she wants." "Please don't be upset with me." "I don't like filthy pests talking about what's mine." Meera Rao - A 23-year-old, middle-class girl who works as a teacher with kids with disability. She's shy, gentle and a total sweetheart. The last thing you would want is to see her upset. It would just break your heart. She was promised to her father's best friend's son when she was 18 but . . . . . "J-ji?" "I collected things I like, you probably think it's silly." "People are watching." Read "Kismat" to follow along the sweet journey of Meera and Shourya as they fall in love. Ranking achievements so far! #21 Indian (18.02.23) #1 shy (18.02.23) #8 India (20.02.23) #1 Desi (20.02.23) #3 innocent (22.02.23) #23 romance (23.02.2023) #1 cute (06.03.2023) #6 family (10.03.2023)

Sequel to Kismat - Can be read by itself, but you will get some backstory if you read Kismat first! Rohan Singhania - 30-year-old CEO of his father's company, a harsh, rude and mind-your-own-business kind of guy. He keeps to himself, especially after his divorce from his first wife, Priya. He's cut out all his college friends and even his own mother from his life. His sole focus is on his business and making his father proud and happy. But there is one thing that will make his father happy, but Rohan is not ready to do it. And that is getting married. After his ugly divorce from his ex-wife, he decided that all women were the same and most likely just after his money. But what will he do when he ends up doing exactly what he never wanted to? "I never wanted to get married. Especially not to you." "All you women are the same." "I'm yours. Only yours. My heart, soul and existence are yours." Chhaya Mehta - 24-year-old business student, kind, soft-spoken but sassy when she needs to be. She's extroverted and enjoys people's company. She's dreamt of falling in love with her Prince Charming who will take all her worries away. She's looking for an internship for the last year in college and she is so excited to finally start working her dream job in business. What will happen when instead of Prince Charming's love, the universe gives her the Beast's wrath? "You're not Hrithik Roshan that I'm dying to see your face." "Just because of one greedy woman, you put all of us in the same box." "I'm your wife and you're my husband! And no one can change that!" Read "Vishwaas" to see how fate brings these polar opposites together and binds them to one another in the sacred bond of marriage. Rankings so far: #16 in deep (20.03.2023) #1 in familyy (20.03.2023) #1 in deep (23.03.2023) #4 workromance (23.03.2023)

Fate or Destiny!!!! When two people collide with each other in some random circumstances and then they will become the important part of your life. Suman Mehrotra is set to marry her childhood friend and love but got married with someone else. Amay Shekhawat in his life marriage was not his priority still destiny played the card and he got married. What will happen when these two's life got involved in the fair play of fate or rather the twisted way of fate? Come and join me in the journey of Amay and Suman! This book is the sequel of "Offscreen Love" but can be read as standalone. This is the story of Amay Shekhawat and Suman Mehrotra. Parents of Anirvaan Shekhawat. Started: 05/09/2024 Completed: 08/03/2025