Adhiti is simple girl and lives in Saharanpur, a small town in Utter predesh. She had a crush on her neighbor, Dhruv. She turn into a shy girl and her tounge got tied whenever Dhruv come infront of her. She doesn't have enough courage to confessed her love to Dhruv, So she admire him from afar. Dhruv also belongs to middle class family. His father is a government teacher. He is very ambitious, hard working, introvert person and wants to become an IAS officer. He knows her beautiful neighbor likes him but he didn't feel the same for her and chose to ignore her because his dream won't allow him any distraction Becoming an IAS officer and cracking the most toughest exam of Indian government is not a jock. So to chase his dream he left the town and went to Delhi. Eight years has passed, Their life has changed completely. Dhruv becomes an IAS officer but his life was not what he accepted. Aditi life turns into hell. She got beaten every single day and do house chores till she passed out. She is a broken soul and shattered completely. Something horrible happened to her in six year that her own family ashamed of her. What happened when Dhruv met Adhiti after eight year? Will he able to give her a love which she craves from six years? Will Adhiti allow him to love her again? Will they 0 broken souls heals each other's wounds and love each other beyond the love. "Do you still love me as you love me eight years ago." My eyes welled up in tears when I saw the love in his eyes. His eyes are holding the intensity and his right thumb was caressing my cheek lovingly. But I know I don't deserve him. "Because I know you still love me my beautiful neighbor." He leaned to my lips and looked at me with love. "I don't deserve you." I said while looking at him with my heavy teary eyelashes. "I know you do. More than anyone." He decreases the distance between our lips and I closed my eyes in anticipation. Start- 16-12-2020

Two strangers or Two Soulmates One is Fire other is Water. One is emotional other is over practical. One enjoys life to the fullest other is hell bent on destroying everything. One is surrounded with all miseries other has everything at doorstep. One believes in relations other runs away from any ties. "Ms. Swara Mehra, dare you spill about the paperwork we had completed a month back. Trust me you would be thrown out of not only my company but from this country as well. Keep your mouth shut else you would face the worst out of me. No one I repeat no one should know about the contract" Sanskar intimidated. "Then why are you asking me to come with you?" Swara asked being teary. "That's none of your business. Remember every weekend you must accompany me wherever I go. No questions asked and behave as typical wife." Sanskar declared . "So should I call it as weekend marriage?" Swara mumbled to herself. "Dare you say that word. IT IS JUST A BLOODY CONTRACT FOR US" Sanskar pointed his finger. Unknowingly Sanskar joined his name with her's calling them as 'US' giving a kick start towards new journey of soulmates. This would be a story of Swara and Sanskar. How these two will overcome all hurdles of their journey to become true soulmates? Disclaimer -This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Amidst the chilly wind and gloomy cloud, the walls of the Rathore Palace stood straight bearing the truth inside it from ages. The Rathores, who have abandoned this Palace and moved into a villa can't abandon their past just like they did to the palace. The palace itself is proof of the things that happened inside those four walls. The secrets and truth may lie beneath those ground but it is still there, intact. Waiting for the day someone will take it out... The legacy of this Rathore Palace is transferred with time and right now it is owned by the four heirs of the Rathore Family. The heirs of the Rathore Palace... a puzzle in themselves just like the palace. And their marriages? It's a conspiracy on its own. Each marriage is twisted with dozens of dark secrets tied to it. ||The four twisted marriages in the Rathore Palace.|| ~Join the tale of four twisted marriages of The Rathore Heirs~

#2 - arrangedmarriage #12 - feelings True love stands by each other's side on good days and stands closer on bad days. Marriage stands the test of times when both you and your spouse work towards making things better. And we are tested the most when we face adversities. If you can sail through the adversities as one, as a team, then you have won half the battle. A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other. Learning to accept each other's flaws and living with them, forgiving one another, and sharing and growing the love, is what make marriage so special. - Annonymous This is story about Swara and Sanskar tied in an arranged marriage totally unaware about their other half. This will be a simple sweet love story on how two individuals who are completely different from each other come together falls in love with each other and create a beautiful world around them. Sanskar : 'I always trust you Badi Ma with my life, I know you will always choose the best for me. And now you have chosen Swara, I will try to make it possible for both of us. But will I be able to involve in this marriage with my heart? I still need time to accept this, but I will fulfill all promises and vows which I will take with her.' Swara: 'I knew Dida never showed it but consoled and cared for me even after losing her daughter and son in law. But I knew somewhere I was burden on her; she was always worried about my future. And now also I have become a burden on this family, on my husband. He was forced to marry me, he accepted this marriage just because of his mothers. How long any forced relation will breath? It will break and die in near future. I have no hopes from this.' Disclaimer -This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.