"I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

Kahani, 19-too young to have seen so much, yet forced to carry a past she never truly understood. Once married to Rishi, her life changed before she could even make sense of it. Abhi, 26-mature, composed, and deeply devoted. A man who loved once, and lost everything when Ananya left the world... leaving behind not just memories, but a final wish. A wish that binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them chose. What begins as an obligation slowly turns into something neither expected. Tropes: Second Chance at Love Arranged Marriage Love After Loss Slow Burn Found Family Emotional Healing From Responsibility to Love Soft Domestic Romance Protective & Gentle Male Lead

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎 - 𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 India had won her freedom, but for those left in its wake, the battle had only begun. Set in the backdrop of a middle-class family trying to survive after the loss of their loved ones in the war of independence, Kanak finds herself engaged with a man in a marriage she had no will in. Seeing her family already suffering enough to give them her share too, she decided to get married anyway. Leaving back her past with her lover who she knew would never be able to marry her due to societal barriers, she shrugs into the fire of life with Ashwik Agarwal, a man she knew nothing of. Her life turned upside down when Kanak found herself in a loveless marriage torn between her heart that craved love and her mind that was strict with the principles of life. But is that all she has to offer? Is that the only value she can give away to life, by being the responsible woman of the house? To become yet another nameless woman swallowed by tradition? Through Kanak's eyes, 'Majboor: Na Hum Na Tum' explores the invisible chains of post-independence India where freedom was won, but true liberation was yet to come. #1 in Partition - 09/02/25 #181 in Freedom - 30/03/25

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

"I didn't fall in love with her... I surrendered. And now, there's no part of me that doesn't belong to her." *°•.˜"*°• 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚•°*"˜.•°*"˜ That wasn't just love. It was power. It was a king claiming his queen-in front of a kingdom that would now dare not question it.

"Don't fall for me," she warned. "I already did," he whispered. ©2025 kae. All rights reserved. This story is a work of fiction by Kae. All characters, events, and names are created from imagination. Copying or reposting is strictly prohibited.

When the threads of their fates have been entangled since the beginning of time, what could one possibly do to free themselves? Two rival kingdoms, a decades long rivalry between the both, a prince, a princess, sworn enemies. When they cannot bear a second of looking at each other, their lives intertwine in such a way that the rivalry gets left behind. But before that happens, secrets lurking in the chambers of palaces, tucked away like a forgotten nightmare are once again revisited. The truths of families, rivalries, and enmity are rediscovered. Trusts are broken and rebuilt. Families are destroyed and recreated. Royal titles are stripped off and reassigned. And amid that battle, two people who swore to destroy each other may perhaps find a fate of their own- because not all battles are fought on the battlefield. A story of power, rivalry, hatred, revenge, and love-Feeke Rang: Vengeance of

All stories don't start with happiness and love, some start with pain and tears. Being caged by a rich powerful man wasn't on Ahana Choudhary's list when she went to his house to get something back. She just wanted to dance and have a good life with a small family but there was nothing good about Hamza Saeed. How will their story end with all the riots and partition of India getting closer? *This is a short but full book.* *English isn't my first language.* *This book has many scenes which may or may not trigger you.*

☆An Arranged Marriage Desi Romance☆ "i don't believe in love. If you say yes to this marriage, then there is no going back, so think about it and take your decision," he said and left from there. . . . "i will bring the old abhimanyu back, the one who used to laugh and enjoy his life to the fullest," she said to herself, walking behind him. two people were tied in the pure bond of marriage: one who believes in love and the other who thinks love is nothing. let's dive into the story of abhimanyu and ekantika to find out what happens next... Tropes: Arranged Marriage Grumpy × Sunshine Single Father Slow Burn Past