She was the Shark Blade of the courtroom-sharp, relentless, and feared by everyone who stood against her. Born and raised in Mumbai, she built her life on logic, evidence, and the law. Marriage was never part of her plans. Then her father made a single announcement. He had chosen her groom. Not a businessman. Not a politician. Not even another lawyer. Ankur Verma. A priest from Kashi. If there was one thing she had never questioned, it was her father's judgment. Without protest, she packed her bags, locked the door to the life she had built, and began the long drive toward an old house her father had once bought in the sacred city. She believed she was leaving Mumbai behind. She had no idea she was driving straight into a destiny woven through ancient temples, forgotten promises, and a man whose silence carried more power than any argument she had ever won. Some battles are fought in court. Others are fought before the gods. Married in Kashi - where faith meets fire, and two worlds are bound by a marriage neither of them expected.

She loved him in silence, always just a step behind. In college, Ishani watched Aarav from afar, hiding feelings that had no place in his world. He was in love-with someone else. She was just a passing presence, a fleeting face in his story. So, she buried her heart beneath logic, beneath duty, beneath the certainty that some loves were never meant to be returned. Years later, fate brings them back together, but Aarav is no longer the same boy she once knew. Grief has hollowed him out, leaving him lost in the echoes of a love that ended in tragedy. And Ishani? She's the one he turns to for healing, for solace, never realizing that she has loved him long before he even knew her name. But love is cruel. Because just when she dares to believe he might finally see her-not as a memory's shadow, but as something real-his past resurfaces, threatening to unravel everything. Does she stay, knowing she'll always be second to a ghost? Or does she finally walk away, even if it shatters what little hope she has left? A tale of quiet longing, missed chances, and a love that has always been just out of reach. Tropes: One-sided love • slow burn • broken hero • she fell first, he fell harder • emotional healing • second chance romance • angst to comfort © thesleepyreader00. All rights reserved. This work is protected and may not be reproduced or distributed without permission.

Aarisha Salunkhe never imagined her life would change with a single "Yes." At 25, she's a brilliant software engineer-and a devoted single mom to her 3-year-old son, Aarvik. Her world is simple, predictable, and built around love for her little boy. When fate ties her to Atharth Raizada, the Crown Prince of Rajasthan, in a love-cum-arranged marriage, everything shifts. He is royal, reserved, and carrying the weight of a kingdom. She is modern, independent, and fiercely protective of her son. And both of them are quiet, thoughtful souls-introverts who open up only when they feel truly safe. Two very different worlds-bound together by tradition, family, and a knot neither of them expected. Can love blossom between duty and destiny, when spoken words are few but emotions run deep? Or will secrets, insecurities, and the shadow of Aarvik's place in their lives test the strength of this fragile bond? In the palace halls and in the quiet moments at home, three hearts will learn what it truly means to be tied together... ✨ Because sometimes, the softest voices tell the strongest stories. Warning - Slow Burn and contains Smut

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

"sometimes when tradition meets love a beautiful bond is formed" This story is about arrange marriage in a small village of era 1960's A girl tied in a arrange marriage since she was born When he was deeply in love with him she was scared of him Tropes-: Arrange marriage Childhood marriage Grumpy×sunshine Cold×kind Shameless×shy Workalcoholic×housewife Confident×introvert _______________________________ He is I hate when someone yaps a lot She is I love yapping HAPPY ENDING!!

He was a stranger. She was an orphan. Their families arranged their marriage. But love? That was something they had to arrange themselves. Aarohi Sharma has spent eight years being a burden in her aunt's house. When she's married off to a man she's never seen, she expects more of the same-invisibility, obligation, survival. Kabir Ahuja is a brilliant pediatric surgeon with walls so high no one can climb them. He agreed to this marriage for his dying father. Nothing more. But when their eyes meet at the jaimala, something shifts. Seven pheras. Two strangers. One lifetime to figure out what forever really means. A story of first kisses, uneven parathas, jealousy, period care, and two people who never dated anyone-finding everything in each other. Because love isn't about how you meet. It's about how you stay. TROPES🌸 ❤️ Slow burn ❤️ Virgin leads ❤️ Arranged marriage ❤️ Dual POV - Start date - 4th April 2026

Rewriting the Book It was evening when he was returning from the Panchayat when his eyes fall on a beauty standing in a chaat stall in a cream colour suit not more then 18. It was then he first saw her and her beauty captivated his memory even after five years. From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny.From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny.From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "do you love him?" Who can love a rapist" she replied without thinking twice. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Everyone thought Vidyut Thakur married Maanvi for his three months old daughter unaware of the truth that Vidyut has always his eyes laid on Maanvi. He is obsessed with her. The book contains mature scenes read at your own scene. The photos used in book belong to their respective owners .

She's the curvy fashion designer who refuses to shrink. He's the cold, gym-obsessed CEO who swore love was a waste of time. Vivan Singh Rathore - 30, ruthless billionaire, believes emotions are liabilities. One betrayal five years ago turned him into ice. Marriage? Never. Love? Impossible. Priya Roy - 27, bold, beautiful, unapologetically curvy. Rejected for her body more times than she can count, she stopped believing in love too. All she wants is to design clothes that make women feel powerful - starting with herself. When their families force an arranged marriage to merge empires, sparks fly - the hateful kind. He calls her designs "garish." She calls him "arrogant robot." One harsh rejection in a boutique turns into forced proximity, shared penthouse nights, stolen glances, and tension so thick it could cut silk. From enemies who can't stand each other... to reluctant housemates who can't keep their hands off... to a husband who kneels every morning with breakfast just to earn her forgiveness... This is not just a marriage of convenience. This is a slow-burn war of hearts, body-positivity revolution, possessive CEO grovel, explosive chemistry, and a love that chooses every single day - even when it hurts. He once said: "Love is a distraction." She proved him wrong - curve by curve, kiss by kiss, forever by forever. 🔥 Arranged Marriage 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🔥 Grumpy × Sunshine 🔥 Body Positive FMC 🔥 Possessive CEO (touch her & die) 🔥 Steamy 18+ scenes 🔥 Grovel & Redemption 🔥 Desi Wedding Drama 🔥 Happily Ever After (with babies & family)

The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt. What will happen when Aadhira is forced to live with her biological family whom she hates the most? Her family abandoned her when she was a new-born, so why are they claiming her now? Will she ever be able to forgive them for the things they did to her? Will she ever be able to love and accept them? Will her family be able to remove the seed of hatred she has for them or will Aadhira's hatred grow? For more stay tuned

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.