A short story collection book with different genres.

Tu banja gali Banaras ki Main sham talak bhataku tujh mein❣️ ______________________________ Raktim didn't give her a chance to say anything more. He placed his masculine lips over Sritama's thin, rosy ones. Startled by such an act, Sritama's eyes widened in surprise. Then she slowly closed them. An unfamiliar shiver ran through her body. It would have been better if things had stopped there. But within a few seconds, Raktim lifted Sritama's slender body in his arms and carried her toward the bed. He laid her down gently. Locking his eyes with hers, he pulled her closer by the waist and kissed her forehead. "Srii.... Kya hua? Kis khyal mein gum ho gaye?" Raktim asked curiously when he saw Sritama standing there, lost in thought. (Hey, Srii...what happened? Where did you get lost all of a sudden?) "Huh! Did you say something?" she snapped back to reality. By then, Raktim had helped her down from the bed. Sritama didn't reply. Raktim, on the other hand, was stunned by her behavior. "What happened all of a sudden? She was so lively just a moment ago!" he thought. He placed a hand on Sritama's shoulder and made her sit on the bed. He poured some water into a glass from the bottle on the bedside table and held it up to her lips. "Yah sab kyon kar rahe ho? Kya main koi patient hun? Hato samne se!" Saying this, she pushed Raktim aside and walked out of the room. (What are you doing all this for? Am I a patient or what? Move away!) For every Sritama who does not fall under the cruel rules and harsh norms of a ruthless society, and for every Raktim who goes mad in the embrace of love's rain! |✿ An Indian Arranged Marriage Romance #Book-1 in #HIS BRIDE SERIES. (A standalone book) (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) #1 (in loveaftermarriage) #1 (in ipsofficer)

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ Arjun Singh Rathore has always been Pooja's perfect son-her pride, her joy. He even followed her into the medical field, a testament to their unshakeable bond. Then there is Meera Kapoor, the rebellious daughter of a man Pooja hates with an all-consuming passion. A rivalry so deep, it has defined two families for decades. What happens when Arjun and Meera choose love over legacy, running away only to return as husband and wife? Pooja will stop at nothing to tear them apart. Arjun is caught between the woman who gave him life and the woman who is his life. Can a love forged in secret survive the heat of a mother's fury? Trigger Warning ⚠️ Death S*xual Abuse

To all the girlies who were told to stay soft in a world built on blood. You were born to command. Fuck obedience.

{𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐝} Reyansh Agrawal is a strict and disciplined man who deeply loves his sons and treats his brother as if he were his own. He is fiercely protective of his family, shielding them from prying eyes and judgmental scrutiny. While he may appear ruthless to outsiders, he is a devoted and caring figure within his family. Three years ago, his wife chose to divorce him, having fallen in love with another man, and left Reyansh to raise their two sons and support his brother. Unbeknownst to him at the time, she was pregnant when she made this decision. How will Reyansh respond when he gets a call one day that reveals he has another son?

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

A Grumpy - sunshine romantic comedy Meet Mishti, a delightfully delusional bookworm who's convinced her life is a romance novel waiting to unfold. Her newest chapter? Winning the heart of Kairav, our bossy grump. Armed with her favorite literary tropes and a sprinkle of magic realism, Mishti launches Operation: Happily Ever After. She's certain that beneath Kairav's prickly exterior beats the heart of a misunderstood hero-if only he'd cooperate with the plot! Mishti tries everything she's read about to win Kairav's heart - from acting out romantic scenes to creating chance meetings at home. Her sweet but clumsy attempts often backfire, causing more trouble than romance. Kairav is left puzzled by this cheerful bookworm who can't stop quoting love stories and seems to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will Mishti's bookish schemes finally write love into their arranged story? Or will her fairy-tale dreams need a dose of reality to find true happiness? Dive into this heartwarming tale where literature meets life, proving that sometimes the best romances are the ones we create ourselves-even if they don't quite follow the chapter outline! 💖TROPES💖 🌹Grumpy - Sunshine 🌹Meet - cute 🌹Office romance 🌹Clumsy heroine 🌹Both are virgin 🌹Rom-com 🌹Over the top drama 🌹No misunderstanding 🌹No separation 🌹Happily ever after

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ The day is not far when I will take her life with my own hands. Because the way blood runs in the dead parts of my body and the way my arteries and veins are attracted to this girl is highly dangerous. As if I will die if I don't breathe near her. It's like she is my basic necessity to live. And I can't let her leave me. But she doesn't want me to be near her. She wants her fiancé. She cries for him in my arms. And begs me to bring her ex-lover back to her. She can't live without him even when she hugs me tightly and tells me that "you are my comfort place in this world, kri." Now, today, she is leaving me. All alone. Like I was before I met her. But this time I will be dead. And she knows it, yet, she is leaving me. I shouldn't have let her into my penthouse, some months ago, especially in my caged, lifeless heart. The heart she made throbbed after so many years. But, she was the one who begged at my feet to save her, to let her live with me and knowing I don't even glance at any woman, yet, I let her live with me under the same roof. I hid her from this world to save her. "Get out of my house! Free me! Go to your parents! Leave me the fuck alone!" I finally told her to leave me alone. Because that's what she really wants. "I won't come back." She glares at me with red, teary eyes as if she can scare me with them. But godfuck I can't see her hurt. She uttered and moved her feet to leave me forever. "Stop right there, ladybug." My voice broke. She didn't turn and walked out. Seems like she has no idea of what she has twisted me into. ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── Read "My Eloped Bride" to figure out if she will find her way back to him or if she will break him. This beautiful story will heal your broken hearts in a way you didn't imagine, yet, you will never get enough of it. Sounds like an obsession. Nah?♥️

Without being at fault, she suffered. She suffered through an incident because of someone else's mistake. For the sake of his daughter, he made her his assistant. He never expected her to become more than that. From being a stranger to him, to becoming his personal assistant, to becoming his replacement bride- was it planned, or was it just a coincidence? He never knew he would fall for her, but he did. He wanted to keep her to himself. And she was someone who never felt comfortable with anyone-except him. When the world got louder, he became the one she felt safe with.