SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabbarwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest-responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments-- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer... and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒!" ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝘖 𝘒𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘢, 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘋𝘦 𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘪 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘩𝘢, 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘩, 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘩 𝘉𝘢𝘴 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘏𝘢𝘪 𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘢... ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ 𝑨𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 : 30 year-old billionaire who has everything one could wish for, yet the universe made him crave love, peace, family and HER. 𝑵𝒚𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝑺𝒆𝒏 : 30 year-old data analyst working for one of the most renowned companies, fierce, bold, and sharp-minded. She has everything in control, except her heart that craves for HIM. .................................... 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 - 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 -

""Do you think you can escape from me?" he asked, his voice low as he gently held her gaze. "Your heart may long for freedom, but you're bound by your choices." Her heart raced, caught between fear and an undeniable attraction. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a sudden kiss. Startled, she gasped, "A-Anurag," yearning for him to stop. He pulled away, searching her eyes. "Marry me, or your loved ones will suffer." Tears filled her eyes as she faced the man she once adored. The love she felt was now overshadowed by anger. "Loving you was my greatest mistake," she whispered, nodding reluctantly to his demand. Anurag's heart ached with turmoil. "I can't love her; I loved someone who betrayed me." As he walked away, both stood Tangled in a web of secrets and choices. Could love find a way back, or was fate determined to keep them apart?

"Beneath the Winter Moon": Lyra Bennett thought she had left her small-town life-and her first love-behind when she moved to the city to chase her dreams. But when fate brings her back to Ashenwood for the Winter Moon Festival, she's forced to confront the boy she never forgot. Rowan Hale has spent years waiting for Lyra to return, his heart never wavering. Now, with the magic of the festival in the air, he's determined to show her that some loves are meant to last forever. Under the glow of lanterns and the chill of a snowy night, Lyra and Rowan are drawn together once more. Can they rekindle the spark that once burned so brightly, or will the past pull them apart for good? A heartwarming tale of love, second chances, and the power of the winter moon. Perfect for fans of small-town romance and soul-stirring reunions. ------------

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.