Tears and thorns [ first book of pain to heal series ❤️] They were married, yet strangers. Bound together, yet torn apart. Siya, with no family of her own, walked into a house full of people-yet found herself more alone than ever. Abhimaan, the man she calls husband, hides behind walls of silence, scars, and unspoken pain. A touch that burns. A kiss that never reaches the lips. Nights where he cries at her feet, and mornings where he walks away without a word. Between broken promises, hidden insecurities, and a love neither dares to name-fate keeps pulling them back to each other. But every secret, every misunderstanding, becomes another thorn in their path. ✨ Tears and Thrones is not just a love story-it's the storm that brews between longing hearts, aching souls, and truths waiting to be uncovered.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

A story of stolen love, shattered dreams, and the fight to reclaim what was lost. What happens when you fall for someone you were never meant to love? Aadhira Chatterjee kept her feelings hidden behind quiet smiles and silent stares-because loving Viaansh Seghal, her brother's best friend, was never an option. He was her first everything... until fate tore them apart. Years later, she's trapped in a marriage built on fear, while Viaansh returns-no longer a boy with dreams, but a man with purpose. She's broken. He's determined. But can love survive the wreckage of time? Will you root for a love that never got its chance? Can stolen glances ever lead to forever?

Armaan Oberoi doesn't believe in love anymore. Not after betrayal. Not after becoming a single father to a son who is his entire world. He swore he would never love again. Betrayal turned the once warm-hearted man into someone cold, controlled, and untouchable. Trust is a risk he refuses to take. Marriage is a mistake he refuses to repeat. Love is not part of his future. Siya Malhotra doesn't believe in forever either. She learned the hard way that marriage can be a cage, and can leave scars deeper than bruises. With a past she rarely speaks about and no family to call her own, she has mastered the art of surviving alone. She doesn't believe she belongs anywhere. She doesn't believe in love. And she certainly doesn't believe in marriage. She only knows what it means to survive. So when Armaan proposes a deal - a marriage of convenience with no feelings and no expectations. it should be simple. He marries for his son. She agrees because obligation feels safer than affection. A promise strictly for a child. A union sealed on paper. What begins as a calculated arrangement slowly shifts into something neither of them prepared for. Walls begin to crack. Silences begin to soften. Guarded hearts begin to soften. Because sometimes love doesn't arrive gently. Sometimes it grows quietly in the spaces between duty and desire. And what was sealed in obligation... slowly becomes something pure. Something healing. Something forever.

She didn't tame his fire. She fed it. He was a decorated war hero-Major Abhiyendra Singh Agnihotri, a Para SF officer known as Firestorm. Trained to kill. Built to survive. Haunted by a past buried beneath medals and missions. Love? That was collateral damage he never allowed. She was a phantom in plain sight-Sharanya Vaidehi Kashyap, undercover as Maithili Sharma. A RAW field agent and Indian Army Captain, forged by pain, fueled by vengeance. Her scars were maps. Her silence was fire. And love? That was a weapon she never learned to wield. In the snow-kissed shadows of Kashmir, two storms collide. Assigned to the same covert operation, their paths cross under false names, real danger, and secrets deeper than the snowdrifts around them. He doesn't know she's a spy. She doesn't know he's already drowning in her fire. But war has rules. Missions have boundaries. Love doesn't. When betrayal runs in blood and every heartbeat risks exposure, will they fight their pasts-or ignite a future neither of them dared dream?

#1 in regret #1 in redemption #1 in siblings #1 in family secrets #1 in doctors #2 in family #2 in strong female character #2 in pregnancy # 9 in India #3 in betrayal #4 in second chance #9 in emotional #19 in romance "He didn't save her. He loved her while she healed." Abandoned by the people meant to protect her, MAITHILI BIRLA grew up carrying scars no child should ever bear. Blamed for mistakes she never made. Punished for crimes she never committed. Forgotten by her own family. But instead of breaking, she rebuilt herself. Alone. Through sleepless nights, silent tears, and endless struggles, she became Dr. Maithili - strong, independent, and determined to create a life of her own. Then came Dr.VIDYUT OBEROI What begins as love slowly becomes healing. Behind his perfect smile, Vidyut carries wounds of his own, and somewhere between stolen glances, unconditional support, and quiet understanding, two broken souls begin finding peace in each other. But the past refuses to stay buried. Old betrayals return. Hidden truths come out. Families shatter under guilt and regret. And Maithili is forced to confront the people who destroyed her childhood. In a story filled with love, redemption, family bonds, heartbreak, motherhood, and healing- two people learn that sometimes love is not about saving someone. Sometimes... it's about standing beside them while they save themselves.

#2 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬....𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞." ~.•★•.~ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐢 ᪥ In the hallways of fate, Navya Trivedi, an ardent reader of the stars but a skeptic of love, finds herself ensnared in the intricate web of emotions spun by a new arrival in her school. Despite her best efforts to evade the tendrils of affection, the new boy at her school becomes the catalyst for a whirlwind of feelings she once sought to escape. Little did she know, destiny had more in store for her than the captivating allure of newfound love. 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 🂱 Enter, Kiaan Shekhawat the embodiment of charisma and red flags. As the school's star football player, he personifies the untouchable allure that graces the pages of Navya's beloved books. Yet, in the lexicon of his emotions, love is a word deliberately omitted. For Kiaan, it's a concept synonymous with destruction, a sentiment he vowed to keep at arm's length. ~.•★•.~ However, the celestial dance of destiny orchestrates an unexpected turn, propelling Kiaan onto a collision course with Navya-the best friend of his little sister. As the roads twist and bend, the two souls find themselves navigating a stormy terrain, where love's tempest threatens to shatter preconceived notions and redefine the contours of their hearts.

18+ Mature content!! 80s romance book~~ Daily Updates!! A soft girl Gulab from little village got married to Captain Shivender Singh. Dive in to know about their story and witness their soft yet intense love.

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙚.... 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙞 𝙇𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙞... ♡𝙈𝘼𝙄 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙒𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙄♡ ******************** Those eyes. Dark, intense, and impossibly deep, fixed on me in a way that made my breath catch. There was no anger in them, no mockery, just a strange calm that pulled me in without warning. I couldn't explain why my heart started pounding so loudly or why looking away felt impossible. In that moment, it felt like the world had shifted slightly off its axis, leaving me shaken in a way I wasn't ready to understand. ~ Anvi Malhotra✨ ________________________________________________ This peacock feather... it reminds me of Krishna and Radha, the kind of love that people don't just feel, but worship. A love so pure that it became divine. I know nothing in this world can ever match what they shared. Maybe no human love ever can. But what I feel is honest, and it comes from the deepest part of my heart. It may not be perfect, but it is real. So, with your permission, can you please make me yours? Can you please do me the honour of calling me yours?" ~ Avighna Rawal🦚 ________________________________________________ Dive into the story to know more ❤️✨. No cheating. No toxicity. No love triangles. Just a simple school love story filled with love, friendship, laughter, and moments that might bring back memories of your school days. 29/4/26 - [No. 1 on top 10 indian stories] ________________________________________________ © 2025 by PranishaXwriters. All rights reserved.

The courtyard was filled with laughter, bangles, and the smell of fresh mehendi. Every woman in the haveli had dark green patterns drying on their palms. Sohini wanted some too. But every time she ran toward someone with the mehendi cone in her tiny hands, they shooed her away. "Abhi nahi." "Baad mein." "Jaakar khelo." After a while, she quietly sat near the verandah pillar, sniffling to herself. That's when Madhav noticed her. He sighed in annoyance before walking over and sitting beside her. "Rona bandh karo," he muttered, extending his hand toward her. "Jaldi lagao." Sohini blinked. "Sach?" Madhav looked away. "Zyada khush mat ho." A few minutes later, his entire palm was ruined with crooked flowers and uneven hearts. And for the first time that evening, Sohini smiled again.