𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

Berkley and Dean had grown up together because their Dads were best friends and business partners. Even though they were total opposites, they were best friends too. They were so close they could finish each other's sentences and read each other's minds. When she lost her Mom, Dean was the one that helped her get through it. He had always been there for her when she needed him. He looked out for her and protected her from guys that had bad intentions, and she trusted him more than anyone else in the world. He even gave up going to his dream school so he could go to college with her to make sure she was okay after losing her Mom. When she decided she wanted to lose her virginity, her roommate convinced her it should be with Dean because she wanted her first time to be with someone special, that meant a lot to her. Who could be more special than her best friend? Dean refused because he said it would mess up their friendship, but when he found out that refusing her meant she was going to do it with a guy he hated instead, he eventually gave in. He was so protective of her that he would do anything to keep her away from that guy. The deal was, they were going to do it one time and then go back to being friends after and act like it never happened. The problem was, they didn't think through all the consequences that come along with having sex with your best friend. **** Warning! Very mature themes & sexual content - 18+ ***** Highest Rankings: #1 in Teen Romance out of 94,000 stories #6 in Romance out of 1.9 million stories. #4 in Love out of 2.2 million stories #1 in Friends to Lovers out of 19,000 stories #1 in Best Friends out of 112,000 stories. #1 in Teen Love out of 32,000 stories #1 in Complete out of 23,000 stories. #1 in Mystery-Thriller out of 22,500 #1 in Romance-Friendship out of 13,000 stories. #1 in Erotic Romance out of 11,000 stories #1 in Mystery Romance out of 3,600 stories #1 in Crush out of 63,700 stories #2 in College out of 87,000 stories

" Anshi...... " Rudra stepped close, as I took a step back. "I think..." I took a shaky breath, "I think it's time to make everything right... by ending it all." I stepped back, tightening my grip on the revolver. Rudra's eyes widened. "What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just let me talk-" "No!" I whispered. My lips trembled. "I hate you," I said, looking straight into Rudra's eyes. " You're also like others." "No... don't say that. Please... don't." He dropped to his knees in front of me. " I'm sorry for everything, please put the gun down." He begged. My finger tightened on the trigger. My lips curved into something between a smirk and a sob. It's too late rudra. " But this is what you want? Don't you? Yeh hi to chahta tha na tum, Rudraksh Agnihotri?" My voice cracked. "Main mar gye... toh tumhara badla pura ho jaayega?" ( this is what you wanted, right? That I die. And your revenge is fulfilled?) "No... No! I never wanted this!" his voice cracked. "I love you. I love you so much. I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now... please, don't do this. Please." Seeing him, I remembered the time when I begged in front of him, to not push me away. And now he is standing at my place. "I'm ready to fall at your feet, rub my nose there if that's what it takes - but don't, don't pull the trigger." I stood frozen. "You know I love you. I love you so damn much that if you pull that trigger... I swear, I'll shoot myself the next second."

"You can't hold me like that and not kiss me." When twenty two year old medical student, Vinaya Nambiar is accepted into a prestigious two-month clinical rotation in New York City, it feels like her first taste of freedom. That freedom comes with a complication. She'll be staying with her brother's best friend. Nithin Balachandran is twenty-eight, devastatingly handsome and completely off-limits. As the C.O.O of an engineering startup, he's used to having control over his life and his emotions. Vinaya was never meant to be part of that equation. But as late-night conversations turn into stolen glances and unspoken promises, the attraction between them becomes impossible to ignore. Yet every step closer risks everything-his friendship with her brother, his family's expectations, and the unyielding boundaries of caste and tradition. Some love stories are forbidden for a reason. Will Vinaya and Nithin defy society and choose each other, or will the cost of their love be too high to pay?

I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021

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.

Tanishk Chandravanshi He is a man carved from stone, polished by power, and weathered by silence. With sharp features and a gaze that pierces more than it reveals, Tanishk is the kind of presence that commands a room without uttering a word. Born into legacy, bound by responsibility, yet quietly craving freedom, he lives a life divided between what is expected of him and what his heart aches for. Love doesn't come easy to him-not because he doesn't feel it, but because he feels it too deeply to speak of. Kashish Chandravanshi Elegant and restrained, Kashish is the epitome of grace raised within the gilded cage of tradition. She is everything a daughter-in-law should be-soft-spoken, dutiful, and dignified-but beneath her quiet smile lies a woman who once dreamed in color. Her world is filled with folded saris, rituals, and the cold absence of affection. She does not fight loudly, but her silence carries the weight of every unshed tear and every unanswered question. She is both the shadow of her husband's world and the light he refuses to see. Shree A woman the world named broken before they ever knew her name. Shree lives among blurred lines and neon lights, in a place where names are temporary and love is dangerous. But she is far from fragile. She's bold, unpredictable, and deeply human-full of contradictions. Her laughter hides pain, her touch hides longing, and her story hides strength. In a world that only wanted pieces of her, she found someone who made her feel whole. She is the fire he never saw coming-and the warmth he never knew he needed.

"Abort it." "Excuse me ?" "Abort that thing inside of you!" He shouts in my face. I put my hands on his chest, trying to put some space between us. The man didn't even budge. "I'm not aborting my baby!" I feel strong hands wrap around my throat, and the next thing I know, I'm being lifted off the floor, fighting for air. "Listen here, you bitch you will abort that child, and if you don't, I'll personally kill you both myself. I'm a man of my word. Do not test me." He spat dead calm. Elora finds herself in a sticky position when her brother was in a terrible car accident, leading to an expensive medical bill that neither of them could afford. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her brother as her sole guardian. The two had been incredibly close over the years, and she had to find a way to help him in his current position. She had no choice but to sleep with a man she knew nothing about for money to cover the hospital bill, but later found out she was pregnant. The worst-case scenario is that the father wants nothing to do with her and the unborn child. After three years of guilt, pain, and regret, the two cross paths once more, and Elora struggles to make the right decisions as he was determined to be in their little girl's life. It's gonna be a bumpy ride!! #1-rejection 18.01.2025 #1-conflict 18.01.2025 #1-mistakes 22.07.2025 •Published: Oct 5, 2021

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴀᴀᴅʜʏᴀ x ʀᴜᴅʀᴀɴsʜ ━━━♡━━━━━━━━ "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭" They fixed a marriage I never truly wanted-with a man who sees me as nothing more than a replacement of my sister. But shadows from the past refuse to stay buried, and the truth about my sister's death is darker than anyone suspects. When everything subsides,my husband shows me a bitter truth. He believes I'm weak. Broken. A tool to be discarded. But he doesn't know the fire burning inside me. The man who disrespected me, who treated me like less than nothing... Will be the one begging for my forgiveness. This isn't love. It's my reckoning-and he'll beg for it. And maybe it's about my realization too.. That sometimes the only way you can fit with someone is by being just as broken as them.... Even if they themselves break you. || 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||

𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒑,is a rich businessman of the state. His wife Kavya was the only love of his life. He had a crush on her since their college days. Finally he proposed her and they got married. There dream of 'happily ever after' could not come true. They were married for 2 years when Aadya was born and Kavya lost her life while giving her birth. It broke Aarav completely. Now the only source of his survival was his 6 months old daughter, Aadya. It was then when his parents suggested him to marry again. He couldn't help but to marry again for the shake of her beloved daughter. .. ... 𝑯𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, a simple girl but unfortunately a widow. Her husband died just after ten days of their wedding due to heart attack. Her in-laws blamed her for her husband's death and she was thrown out of the house. Her parents forced her to marry again and that too with a man who was a father of 6month old daughter. What twists and turn will Aarav's and Hridya's lives take place? Will they ever accept each other?