Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

Heart series book 1

#1 in Deals & Desires Series The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of Elayne Group of Hotels which he inherited as a part of his family's legacy. She was betrayed by life, shattering her dreams and wishes connected with her fiance whom she met through an arranged marriage setup but now she is bound to be the wife of Maahir Raghuvanshi and has no option other than to spend the rest of her life in Raghuvanshi Mansion where each wall has a story to tell, a mystery to solve. But here comes the question - Was that game actually planned by destiny or was there someone who wanted them to tie themselves in the sacred knot of marriage? If yes, then who is it?

"Love" was a beautiful word and an enchanting experience for her, but for him, it represented the worst memories of his past. He had sworn to himself that he would never love anyone again, convinced that love only brought pain. His past experiences had shattered his belief in love, leaving him emotionally guarded. Yet, she was determined to change that. With every smile, every shared moment, she gave him countless reasons to believe in love and the possibility of happiness, even if it meant finding joy without her. As she stood by him, she gently chipped away at his defenses, showing him that love could be a source of strength rather than sorrow. Little by little, he began to see glimpses of what love could truly be-a partnership filled with trust, laughter, and shared dreams.Deep down, she began to rekindle his faith in love, but the fear of being hurt again held him back. He found himself torn between his growing feelings and the promise he made to protect his heart. Would he dare to embrace love again, or would his past continue to hold him captive? Her gaze softened as she spoke, "Sometimes I just wish you could see love like I do. It's not only about happiness; it's about healing." He sighed, a shadow crossing his face. "Healing? For me, love was more like a battlefield. I've lost too much to even think about stepping back in." She leaned closer, her voice gentle yet firm. "But what if love could be different this time? What if it could help mend those broken pieces?" He looked away, the weight of memories pressing down on him. "I want to believe that, but every time I try, the scars pull me back to the pain." With a hint of vulnerability, she said, "Let me love you for once, even if you can't love me." ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

She was terrified of touch-flinching at even the gentlest brush, retreating from warmth as if it could burn her. To her, touch had always meant pain, a reminder of wounds too deep to heal. She built walls, convinced that no one could ever reach her without breaking her apart. But then came him. His touch wasn't forceful; it wasn't something to fear. It was patient, steady-like a quiet promise that she was safe. And before she knew it, the arms she once feared became the home she never knew she needed.