You are angry I know, I know I was wrong, I did wrong, if you are mad then hit me, slap me, punch me, hurt me physically, I would bear that, but don't go away from me, it's hurting me internally. " I parted my lips with an exhale, why is he doing this? No one ever said that to me. Not even my so-called fiance. He showed me my mistakes when I was mad but look at this man. " Do you want me to beg?? " I stepped back when his knees touched the ground " I am on my knees " He held both of his ears with between his thumb and index finger of both of his hands. " I am begging you, please " I kept on staring at him and tears gathered in my eyes. He doesn't need to do such things for me, he shouldn't care, he shouldn't give a shit if I am angry. Because even if he gained my forgiveness, it doesn't mean anything , I can't go back to him , why should I? " Why are you staring at me, please say something , Anshika?? " I stepped back, one two three... ... . . After three steps I turned around to run, I can't find a better option at this point, but I could not, when I felt a steel grip on my wrist " Please stop it!! " this is love story of mute girl and heart broken cold man who used to be the sweetest person once

Have you ever tried to make something just to get a certain someone's attention? Well everyone would have done at certain points. Maybe a lots of times too. But have you seen someone who tried lots of things to just get someone's attention for years? I have done it. Here this is my story, I tried sorry am trying to get his attention from past 9 years. But still am failing. Won't he consider me ever? Maybe yes, Maybe no. Just peep into the story to see my journey♥️. Alert: Enormous mistakes will be there. Dont complaint while reading the story.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

Siya Jai Singh Love, can be so beautiful if wanted and so ugly if unwanted. But what if I want it and he doesn't? Advait Shekhawat is the bane of my existence, he never left my mind and I never crossed his.

Devika Sen; A 26 year old woman of multiple shades: a formidable lawyer if faced in the courtroom, a reliable friend in times of crisis, a responsible daughter to her mother, a playful sister to her brother, and the life of the party, in every aspect of it. She does not conform to the societal standards of superficial beauty. She's plus sized, short with extremely plain features. And behind this strong, fierce demeanor, stands a hopeless romantic person who just wants to love and wants to be loved. Raag Singh Chauhan - the 35 year old king of Udaipur who is forged in tragedy, bound in silence, and still in mourning for the loving wife he'd lost five years ago. To him, Devika wasn't a woman. She was a solution. Practical. Unthreatening. Unattractive. The perfect contract bride to appease a kingdom and raise his daughter - without ever stirring the ashes of his dead heart. So he sent a proposal. And then they married. But love doesn't follow logic. Pain doesn't respect contracts. And silence is a cruel bedfellow. When he left her behind in his palace, newly married and deeply humiliated, and flew off to America with his daughter he thought it was over. What he didn't expect was that the woman he dismissed would hold his empire together without shedding a single tear. That she would manage his estate like a queen, and rebuild her shattered pride - not with rage, but with remarkable grace. Three years later, when fate forces him back to his homeland, he stands unprepared to witness what unfolds. For Devika Sen had not waited. She had risen. Quietly, like power unrushed and poise wielded. And this time, he was the one falling. This is not a love story wrapped in roses and silk. This is a war. Between pride and apology. Between the scars you see and the ones you don't. Between a king who fell in love last - and the queen who no longer wanted to be loved at all. And the king will have to bleed to even think of his beloved queen again.

She used to be the girl who feared no one - the one who spoke first, loved openly, and never apologised for it. Until one night destroyed everything. The world that once welcomed her suddenly judged her, and she learned the hardest lesson of all - loving honestly doesn't always mean being loved back kindly. Years later, Adira lives quietly, far from the girl she used to be. She runs a small café, keeps her distance from people, and trusts no one. Then he walks in. Kabir - the man she once loved... now holding the hand of a two-year-old boy. And the child looks at her like she already belongs in his world. Old wounds reopen. Unspoken truths resurface. And the past refuses to stay buried. Sometimes fate and destiny meet in the most unexpected ways - and second chances come when you least expect them.

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

#2nd Instalment of EVERLESS. ******** Life is strange. She left everything behind that time, neither marriage with him was her decision nor loving him was under her control.....He cheated her in worst possible way and she like a fool always believed him. She never got a chance to take any decision.... Except one.... Leaving the man who own her heart without his knowledge. He didn't stopped her..... Her love remained UNFINISHED. ****************** He let the only person who means the world to him walk out of his life. The person who he trusted blindly betrayed him to no extent. His one mistake cost him his live. Indeed he cheated her....his demons from past ruined her present and future. He let her burn in his flame. And now he was as good as dead. He was alone even though there were so many people around him. Now, He has an angel to live for his only hope..... Aryana.....His Aryana... But she was nowhere.... She left him without a word, without accusation without any question. He wanted her to scream at him, slap him...but how can he forget she was the most forgiving person. His words remained Unfinished...... Their Journey remained Unfinished. Will he ever get her love, will he ever tell her his feelings, will he ever claim whats his. Will he ever rectify his mistake.

For four years, she lived as a forgotten wife in her own marriage. She had entered it young and patient, believing understanding could fill the spaces where love was missing. She waited. She adjusted. She faded. Days passed without words, nights without warmth, and slowly she realized she was no longer living-only enduring. The day her patience broke was quiet. No arguments, no tears-just clarity. Staying meant losing herself completely. So she chose freedom. Leaving gave her a second chance at life, at happiness, at becoming whole again. But the past does not release its hold so easily. Memories linger, scars ache, and broken love has a way of following you. She was ready to live again. But would her past let her?

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.