Ria Malhotra has always believed in dreams,simple ones. At just 20,she carries the hopes of her middle-class family on her delicate shoulders,determined to become a teacher and build a life defined by kindness ambition and love. But Fate Has Other Plans When her path collides with the Rathore Empire___a powerful, feared and respected underground mafia dynasty ruling the shadows of Asia and beyond____Ria's life takes a cruel twist. She is forced into a marriage with their cold, ruthless, devastatingly handsome heir, Aansh Rathore, a 28yr man who doesn't believe in love....or mercy. Feared by many, respected by all, Aansh is a devil dressed in designer suits, loyal to his family and best friend Karthik Singhania. Marriage is his worst nightmare__until Ria becomes his unwanted bride. But what happens when innocence meets darkness? Will Ria break under Aansh's wrath......or will she become the one woman capable of taming the devil

Abe-e-Hayat explores the theme of spirituality, goals bigger than life, and the pursuit of redemption. Abe-e-Hayat starts from the journey of Salaar and Imama after marriage. Salaar Sikandar spent 9 years looking for Imama Hashim and now finally they are married, obviously in an awkward scenario

This story is not mine. It belongs to Umera Ahmed. Since the story is unavailable in English after checking on many websites, I decided to write a summary of each chapter so people are aware of what happens next in the story of the couple - Imama and Salar. Please note that this story is not detailed. It is basically a jist that I'm writing after I have listened to the audiobook that's available online on Umera Ahmed's Youtube page.

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

Generally speaking, fate is often described as an inevitable and predetermined outcome, suggesting that certain events or circumstances in our lives are preordained and cannot be changed. Regardless of how one perceives fate, it can play an influential role in shaping our experiences and our sense of identity. In the same way the almighty had bring four individuals together and bind them with fates string. Ekaksh Raghuvanshi , The man in his late 20s stands about 6 feet tall with a lean, athletic build. He wears casual attire, looking as comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt as he does in a suit. His face bears the beginnings of wisdom and experience, but his eyes still hold a youthful excitement. His hair is neatly trimmed and his smile is genuine and warm, hinting at an easy-going nature. Meera Agnihotri , The woman in her mid 20s is full of energy and enthusiasm. Her eyes sparkle, her expression constantly animated with emotion. She has a slim athletic build and stands a little over 5 feet tall. Her outfit may be casual or more formal, but she always looks confident and at ease in her own skin. Her hair is styled in a fashion that reflects her outgoing personality, and she exudes a warmth and approachability that is impossible to ignore. The Twin baby is approximately 9 months old, with delicate, fragile features. They have wide eyes that seem to take in everything around them. They have chubby cheeks and a button nose, and their tiny hands are curled up in loose fists. Standing in the corridor of the hospital the eyes of the two individuals were stuck on the window of the child care unit Meera ~ let's get married .... With tears rolling down her cheeks. Ekaksh ~ please don't pressurise yourself may be we can find another solution for this. Meera ~ How can you say after witnessing this . Ekaksh ~ okay ! We can get married but there will be a condition.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... " When an arranged marriage brings these two together, how will the neglected girl cope with life alongside the man who rules all he sees??? What happens when the ruthless king becomes obsessed with someone who never learned to ask for anything at all?? She offers softness to a man who knows only strength. He gives protection to a woman who never realized she needed it... His eyes soften only for her. Her heart beats only for him... Together, they discover that some wounds heal best in the hands of another.. Will the king who takes everything he wants finally learn to give??? Will the woman who expects nothing finally learn to receive?? Start: 06 July 2024 End: 20 March 2025

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "𝐴𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ 𝑟ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛ℎ𝑖 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "𝑬𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.

☆An Arranged Marriage Desi Romance☆ "i don't believe in love. If you say yes to this marriage, then there is no going back, so think about it and take your decision," he said and left from there. . . . "i will bring the old abhimanyu back, the one who used to laugh and enjoy his life to the fullest," she said to herself, walking behind him. two people were tied in the pure bond of marriage: one who believes in love and the other who thinks love is nothing. let's dive into the story of abhimanyu and ekantika to find out what happens next... Tropes: Arranged Marriage Grumpy × Sunshine Single Father Slow Burn Past

I asked the others to take his body to the hospital. They rushed the stretcher inside, and within seconds, doctors started gathering around me. Just then, he arrived my husband. His eyes scanned me from head to toe before he walked straight to me, held my hand, and said softly, "Are you okay? Let me check." I looked at him, then pointed towards the man lying motionless on the stretcher and said, "Mujhe woh zinda chahiye." He followed my gaze. As he raised his hand, his fingers brushed against my head wet with blood. His expression changed instantly. "Pehle tumhe zarurat hai," he said firmly. I lost control. I grabbed his collar and shouted, "Mujhe woh kisi bhi haal mein zinda chahiye!" He froze. For the first time ever, I saw anger in his eyes raw, sharp, unfamiliar. He had never looked at me like that before. He turned away and shouted, "Prepare for surgery!" He pulled my hand off his collar and walked away, his voice echoing down the corridor, "Dr. Ananya, examine SHO now." I glared at his back, my chest heaving. A doctor approached me immediately and gently guided me towards a cabin.