Fated Bonds, Unwritten Destinies Sadhvika Aggrawal's life changed in the blink of an eye. One moment, she was holding her grandmother's frail hand, whispering prayers for her to stay. The next, she was bound to a man she barely knew. A marriage forced upon her in the last breath of the woman she loved the most. For six months, Aarvansh remained a shadow in her life, oceans away in a foreign land, untouched by the weight of their vows. But now, he is returning. Two strangers tied by fate, yet divided by distance and indifference. Will their forced union crumble under its own weight, or will destiny carve a new path-one neither of them ever saw coming? On the other side... Shivaksh is a man who never loses. When he sets his eyes on something, he makes it his-no matter the cost. And Adhvisha? She was never meant to be a pawn in this ruthless game of power and control. Sold by the very family that should have protected her, she ran, desperate for freedom. But Shivaksh doesn't let what's his escape. With the barrel of a gun and fire in his eyes, he bound her to him in a marriage of force, not love. Now, she stands before him-a storm in human form, unwilling to bend, unwilling to break. In a battle of wills and emotions, who will win? The captor or the captive? Two stories. Two souls entangled in the hands of fate. Will love bloom from the ashes of force, or will these bonds shatter beyond repair? Wait for the chapters of my book to find out... Love From. Hiraa🤍🧿

To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ हीरे मोती मैं ना चाहूँ मैं तो चाहूँ संगम तेरा मैं तो तेरी, सैयां तू है मेरा सैयां सैयां तू जो, छू ले, प्यार से आराम से मर जाऊं आजा, चँदा, बाहों में तुमें ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं तेरे नाम में खो जाऊं सैयां सैयां 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮" "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 " "𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 ?!" " 𝐈𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 " "𝐌𝐚𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨" 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ #1 in Lucknow #1 in poetic #9 in Delhi #1 in cultural #1 in bestbookever #1 in classical music #8 in te

A young single father living only because of his son! Peep in to follow the journey of Ibrahim Usman khan along with his 6 year old son! A love story with lots of family bonding! A father son saga!

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold. 'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' Aayansh Agniwanshi Ishanvi Shekhawat a Criminal Lawyer and the owner of V&A Law firm. The only daughter of her family. 'Love is a symphony of emotions, a melody that plays in the heart and echoes in the soul, creating a harmony that transcends time.' Ishanvi Shekhawat What happened when the two of them who cannot tolerate each other company was forced to bounded with each other? She is sunshine. He is heartless. She is a simple girl. He is a king. She is his healer. He is ruthless. Both heal each other. ______________________ Trope:- • Forced Marriage • Opposite Attraction • Slow Brun • Ceo×Lawyer • Grumpy×Sunshine

"Ye ishq nahi aasan... ek aag ka dariya hai," she said softly, her gaze locked on his face. The night was silent around them, as if the world had paused just to listen. A faint, fragile smile touched her lips, while her eyes glistened with emotions she couldn't hold back-fear, love, and surrender all tangled together. "Agar sangini Aap rahogi," he replied, his voice calm yet resolute, as he lifted both his hands and gently cupped her cheeks, "toh is ssg ke dariye ko bhi paar kar hsm sath par kar lenge" His thumbs brushed away the moisture gathering near her eyes. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead-protective. "Ek baat kahein?" she asked hesitantly, her fingers curling into his shirt as if she needed his presence to stay steady. He nodded, pulling her just a little closer, silently telling her that she could say anything to him. "Aaj raat... hum aapke hona chahte hain, Rans ji. har tareeke se," she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart racing wildly against her ribs. The words left her lips like a confession. She took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips-timid, yet full of longing. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly, his arms sliding around her waist, drawing her into the safety of his embrace. His forehead rested against hers, giving her space to breathe, to decide. "More than sure," she whispered back against his lips, her breath warm...

Every bond has its own equation of love, trust, pain, and understanding ,from strangers to family, from pain to peace, Every Relationship Has Its Own Equations❤🌹 TROPES: CEO×CEO MATURE×MATURE BOTH FELL HARDER. EQUATIONS OF RELATIONSHIP🥀❤✨ Language: Hindi+English © 2025 by fictional_love9. All rights reserved.

"Main mandir kyun jaavaan? Mera yaar Khuda hai Main masjid kyun jaavaan? Mera yaar Khuda hai" " you're borned to be loved... to be protected... and worshipped.. and I'm honoured to be the man Who does " -Hriday Dewan. *"you're the man, who needs to be worshipped... and I worship the floor you walk on " -Veda kulkarni. ************************************************************************* Tropes. Buisnessman × student Sunshine × Grumpy Accidental marriage Green flag male lead Slow burn shy he, bold her Extrovert girl × introvert boy