My life has never been a blissful one. It was a bitter truth but I accepted it. My father hated me, hated me because he could not get what he wanted. The Throne, he always wanted and worked hard for it but all his hard work went vain when a baby girl was born in his family. A girl can never continue the legacy of the kingdom which she was born in. My mother said, "Girls are born to get married". That's it. That was for what my life has meant to be. I always dreamt that my would-to-be husband will be nice, will take care of me, will love me the fullest but when I see my father abusing my Maasa...it gives me a severe trauma. I want to get out of here! My heart screamed but I'm bound to fulfill a promise which I gave to my father. "I beg you Babasa, I will do whatever you say, I will not run again! Please do not beat me. I PROMISE!" I sighed remembering that horrible moment. I was getting ready for my wedding. But my eyes were dry, no happiness in them. I was a Princess. Princess of Raigarh. Who was getting forcefully married to...Prince Ridhan. Soon to be the King of Chittorgarh. I always dreamt that I would get the best husband in the world, though I was not allowed to dream. But all my dreams shattered in a moment. I wanted to run, I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream my heart out! He will make my life more miserable! Please god do not do this! But when I saw care, for the first time, in my father's eyes. My heart melt and I agreed to the marriage. I know the man whom I'm getting married to was not a nice one, Infact I hated him. He was not a one woman man... A moment came when all my assumptions turned out to be wrong but it was already too late. Disclaimer: The book is totally based on my imagination, nobody is allowed to post the content or similar to it without my permission or I will report it. No hateful comments and bullying will be done in my comment section, to my readers and author also. Mature content ahead!

LOVE-a feeling that transcends words. Invisible to the eye, yet deeply felt by the soul. It binds two hearts for eternity, bringing both joy and pain, often serving as the cure for the wounds it creates. This is the story of SHIVANI AND ABHIMANYU, two individuals from entirely different worlds, brought together through the tradition of an arranged marriage. Shivani, a sweet and innocent girl, finds her life turned upside down when she is wed to a man who seems cold and ruthless. Abhimanyu, a man driven by ambition, power, and the pursuit of profit, views life through the lens of gain and loss. But what happens when these two contrasting lives collide? Will the purity of love melt Abhimanyu's hardened heart? Will their journey lead to a blossoming romance, or will their differences tear them apart? Discover their tale in "MR. & MRS. RAJVANSHI"-a story of love, redemption, and the power of two hearts finding their way against all odds. ~~~~~ She is sensitive 🩷 He is Aggressive.. She is calm 🩷 He is cunning.. She is cute 🩷 He is cool.. She is selfless 🩷 He is selfish when it comes to her.. only to her.. She believes in love 🩷 He believes that there is nothing called love..

In a time when traditions spoke louder than children, two young lives are bound by a decision they never made. He is old enough to question. She is young enough to ask. As they grow, so does their understanding of a world that treats them unequally. This is not a love story. This is a story of growing up too soon-and choosing what comes after.

•UNDER EDITING• Abhimanyu Chowdhary-A mysterious 28 years old man. CEO of Chowdary group of companies. He has looks that every girl craves and go crazy. Rude, arrogant, cold-hearted man and a man of fewer words. He is broken right from his birth which made him like a king of darkness. Sitaara Dev Shetty- A 24 years old beauty with a brain. She has a beautiful smile that can make others feel serene just by looking at her smiling face. An epitome of beauty full of innocence and bubbliness. She has a past no one knew except her best friends and her brother. He is a miserable soul, She came as light into his dark world and became his reason to live. She is a shattered soul, He came into her life to mend her broken pieces. She became his drug for all his panic, anxiety and anger whilst he became her medicine to survive. They both came into each other's life's unexpectedly and everything turned into the best. They both became remedies to each other's pain. Without knowing to themselves they made a special place in each other's hearts. Their love for each other roared louder than their demons. They were a thunderstorm that brought sunshine into each other's lives. When you can't look on the bright side I will sit with you in dark and show you the brightest side - Sitaara And you are the moon, most beautiful in my darkness - Abhimanyu. So, guys let's peek into their story of mending each other's hearts, completing each other's happiness and becoming each other's home. It's a twisted story with betrayal, dark secrets, painful past. ****************************************** Zillions of grammatical mistakes, contain strong language and a few matured contents, read at your own risk!! Pictures used in the story are only for better imagination to make readers comfortable and are copied from Google or Pinterest.

~Glimpse~~ "Who are You?" That was the Question I asked her The Second All people Left the Hall. "I.. Amis.. I" Her heart was Beating fast as Her breath was caught in her Throat. I was just looking at her Without Blinking, I was supposed to to get Married to The Girl Who is Standing there with another Guy and Here is Another Girl, Who is Looking as If She is About to Faint. I could hear Baba and Bade Mamu's Voice Behind me but My Whole Focus was On my Unexpected Stranger Wife. I was about to ask her again but Suddenly She Fainted and Collapsed in my Arms. Fan-Fuck-tastic!!! ♣♣♣♣♣ Darsh Shekhawat, CEO of Shekhawat Industries. A Total Sweetheart to His Family. But Also Ruthless For The Business world. Always Respects Everyone. And Treats people the way they treat him. Amisha Roy, MD of Roy Industries. She is the The Strongest Person you will ever meet. A perfect person To Sit on the Chair Of CEO. She never had a Nice Relation with her family. Full of Ambition and Patience. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Blurb!! The CEO of Shekhawat Industries, Darsh Shekhwat was about to get Married to the younger daughter of Roys as per his parents wish but life doesn't always go as we want it to go, One Eventful night is all it took and He was married to a girl he knew nothing about. Who is she? And Why did she married him while his bride is standing among the Guests. Read the story of find out.

Two souls were forced to bond together through marriage. Two unknown people pulled together by their pasts, mysteries, and secrets that were never meant to be unraveled-but are. What will happen? Will the souls remain bonded, or will they be crushed under the weight of their own baggage? _______ Sakshi never wanted to marry anyone, especially a police officer. Arjun wasn't thrilled about marriage either. But fate had other plans. What happens when two people who never wanted each other are forced into a bond neither can escape? Dive in to explore the story of Arjun and Sakshi . A south Indian story with 99% English and 1% of tamil + hindi

Book 2 of "𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇" series "My job is to save people but for her I can kill one too." Idhant. His name meant "luminous," a beacon of light, and he lived up to it effortlessly. His very presence brightened those around him. Compassionate and selfless, he chose a path that reflected his nature-a doctor, a healer, someone who mended not just bodies but spirits. But then came that night. The night that extinguished the fire within him. He became a shadow of the man he once was. The world that he had sought to care for had taken its toll on him. Now, he was a shell, hollowed out, clinging to his work because it was all he had left. All because of her. Advika. Her name meant "unique, one of a kind," and she truly was-though she could never see it. The world had fed her lies, convincing her she wasn't enough, wasn't worthy. She was unique in ways even she didn't fully understand, ways that she used to shield herself. She became a master at hiding-the pain, the past, and the pieces of herself she didn't want anyone to see. What happens when two souls, scarred by the cruelty of life, find each other? Will their shared pain pull them into darkness, or will their bond ignite a flame that banishes the shadows? When the luminous meets the unique, will they succumb to the weight of their pasts, or will they find a way to shine together, illuminating a path neither could see alone? Started on: 5 April 2025 #1 in slowromance on 31/8/25 #1 in doctor on 25/8/25 #1 in slow romance on 7/1/2026 #1 in slow romance on 18/1/2026

When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​