An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

"Kindly place the mangal-sootra around her neck." With this, holy hymns were chanted. || Mangalyam tantunanena mama jeevana hetuna: kanthe badhnami subhage twam jeeva sarada satam || I could feel the flower petals being showered on me as my husband tied the knots of my mangal-sootra. Officially I am Mrs. Pavithra Rajeev. Wedding and marriage are two different constitutions, even though the former leads to the latter. Welcome to the life of Mrs. Pavithra Rajeev. This book is more than a story. It's that journey walked through by every Indian woman. But what is not so typical about her then? Let's find out, shall we? PS: Dear Readers, this book does have some intimate moments! Warnings have been given throughout the course of book. Please read at your discretion.

In the bustling city, their paths intertwine through the thread of an arranged marriage. Kavya, spirited and modern, steps into Aaryan's rented world with hesitation. He, reserved and studious, navigates the unfamiliar realm of emotions. As the tides of matrimony carry them forward, they must balance the rhythms of tradition with the melodies of their hearts. Read Time : 4 Hours 45 Minutes

Her husband left after their wedding night and never returned. Now the only person she isn't allowed to love... is the one she's falling for... Will she fight her heart, or surrender to fate? ✦Indian Erotica ✦Village Romance ✦Taboo Love ✦Second Chance Romance ✦Abandoned Wife ✦Healing

It began with a promise made too early to be understood, He carried it like a secret never spoken aloud, never used as a claim.. He always knew she was going to be his, She never knew there was a promise waiting for her.. So he let her grow, Let her laugh without knowing his name carried history, Let her fall in love the way love should begin without pressure, without force, He wrote letters she would never read, Words meant for time, not expectation.. When college brought them together again, it felt natural Almost quiet.. Two people learning each other slowly, Caring without possession.. Choosing each other without knowing why it felt so familiar.. Their love wasn't loud.. It didn't demand attention, It simply existed.. And somehow, that was enough Until she rejected him.. Between pride and pressure, she was forcefully married Between love and loss, he turned cold The hatred he showed was never real only a shield for the trust she broke And when destiny circled back, it whispered "Shyanne Keh Gaye The.." # 1 *MBBS # 2 *Childhood #1 *Haryana #1 *leader #2 *Political

The dust of Israna doesn't settle; it waits for a name to heavy the air. In this corner of the earth, his reputation travels on the wind, arriving long before the man himself. Chaudhary Ranvijay Singh-a storm with no center, a boy who learned too early that softness is a wound and silence is a surrender. He wears his anger like a crown of thorns, daring anyone to come close enough to bleed. They suggested a wife like a sentence of exile, a leash to curb a wild thing. He let them. He expected a shadow; he expected a ghost. Instead, he found a mirror. His replaced bride , Sanyukta Dahiya - does not ask for permission to exist. In a village that tried to bury her identity under the weight of her mother's departure with her boyfriend in her childhood, she grew tall and jagged. She learned the math of survival: that to be quiet is to be erased. She meets every roar with a steady gaze and every command with a question. She does not flinch when the walls shake; she simply moves the walls. Now, two fires share one roof. The house is cold, the expectations are heavy, and the air between them is thick with the electricity of a war that neither intends to lose. He does not know how to be gentle, and she refuses to be small. He was prepared to be feared. She was prepared to be hated. Neither was prepared for the person who stays standing when the screaming stops. Words turn to blades, silences turn to lead, and in the heart of the friction, something else begins to pulse. The village is waiting for them to break each other. Instead, they are about to set the world on fire. The storm has a name. Sang Rahiyo.. #1 *Adults

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.