Kartik Jaisingh- A man very well-behaved, understanding, calm and clever like a fox loses his peace just because of a girl who has a healthy crush on him. Meera Raichand- a naughty, bubbly, independent and full of life girl gave her heart to a man who does not even acknowledge wedding and love stories. His plan is clear. If he marries, he wants a girl like his two sisters-in-law. The probability of marriage is only 10% out of 100. Everything is clear about her too. She has decided that she will make Kartik Jaisingh the son-in-law of her house. Both are polar opposites. He believes in facts while she lives in a different world- dreams. He believes in truth and philosophy of life. He is annoyed by the fake love of the world. On the other hand, there is her who has completely planned her love story including the charming prince of her life. But was it all that easy? Could her life have become a love story with a perfect ending?

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

Some love stories are written in fate... but lost in time. When industrialist Ranvijay Agnihotri arrives in the quiet village of Mehargarh, he expects nothing more than a business venture. But fate has other plans. In the heart of the village, he meets Durga, a young woman with fire in her spirit and warmth in her soul. What begins as a fleeting attraction soon turns into an all-consuming love. Promising to return with his family and make her his forever, Ranvijay leaves for the city-only to disappear without a trace. Back in Mehargarh, Durga waits. Her calls go unanswered. Her world collapses when she is forced into marriage with a man who has always been obsessed with her, a man who played a cruel trick to separate her from Ranvijay. Years pass. Destiny intervenes. When Durga and Ranvijay cross paths again, his eyes hold no recognition but her heart refuses to forget. As buried truths resurface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will love conquer oblivion? Or will time and fate win once again? ....

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) Book 1 in Crimson Crown series In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...

What happens when a girl set to marry an old man, but then story takes an unexpected turn! •Village Love Story •Age Gap •Possessive ML × Cute FL •Smut •Hot Steamy Romance •Forced Marriage •He fell first but she fell harder

"𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Set in late-1970s. Kavita Chandra is married at eighteen to Vijay Tripathi, a man seven years older than her, chosen by families and tradition. Thrust overnight from schoolbooks into sindoor, Kavita enters a marriage she doesn't understand and a life that leaves little room for choice. just like her name she wanted to become a writer and study in good college. will her dream come true? read to find out.

### **Sajni: His Bride by Destiny** ✨ In the rustic charm of a 1990s village, where tradition holds the reins of fate, **Raman**, the powerful and reserved Sarpanch, finds himself bound in an unexpected marriage with **Ishita**, a timid yet spirited young woman ten years his junior. For Raman, this marriage is nothing but a compromise, a duty he accepts without love. His cold, unreadable eyes and commanding presence make him an enigma to Ishita, who has only dreamed of love through the whispered tales of village girls. But as she steps into his world, an unfamiliar journey begins-one where silence speaks louder than words, and fleeting moments hold unspoken emotions. Through stolen glances, unguarded touches, and the slow unraveling of walls built over years, Ishita discovers that beneath Raman's hard exterior lies a man capable of deep passion. But will fate allow love to bloom in a marriage forged by duty? Or will Raman's resistance keep them apart forever? A tale of longing, quiet romance, and a love that was always meant to be- **"Sajni: His Bride by Destiny"** is a timeless saga of two hearts bound by fate yet hesitant to embrace it. ❤️🔥

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A sweet, simple arranged marriage tale set in the early 2000s. Anubhav:- The gentle, responsible elder son of the Singh family. He has always known that he would marry the woman his family chose for him. And so, he marries Haseena. Haseena:- The soft spoken, calm middle child of the Malik family. Like every young woman, she dreams of marrying the perfect person, chose by her family.So, she accepts her family's choice and marries Anubhav. Both are composed, patient, and undemanding. Starting a new life together isn't difficult but sharing their thoughts and feelings is. He is shy when it comes to expressing emotions. She hesitates before speaking her heart. Still, they know they are meant to stay together forever. So they try, slowly and sincerely to talk, to express, to understand, and eventually, to love. And they do. This is their story from strangers bound by marriage to soulmates bound for forever. Tropes: Arranged Marriage Teacher × Housewife Elder son x middle daughter Introvert x introvert Soft romance Slow burn She falls first, he falls harder Old school romance Note: Only the names Anubhav and Haseena are taken from the Maddam Sir show; the story has no connection to it and is entirely fictional. ~Atiwak ❤️

𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺...𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀. ☆𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟☆ 𐙚𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 1 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── "Are you scared or... nervous?" I asked, closing the distance just a little more. I was enjoying it far too much. Seeing him this flustered was oddly satisfying and for the first time-the tables had turned. I had every intention of taking full advantage of it. "None," he replied. His face gave nothing away, calm and unreadable, even as he took another step back-until the back of his knee brushed the table behind him, leaving him nowhere else to go. I smirked and stepped closer, invading the little space he had left. Rising onto my toes, I leaned in just enough for my lips to graze near his ear, my hand resting lightly around his neck. His reaction betrayed him. One hand clenched the tablecloth at his side, knuckles tightening. A soft giggle escaped me as I watched his reaction, pulling back just enough to poke his nose. "I'll go and change," I said casually, finally beginning to step away. I barely moved back before his hand caught my waist, pulling me back firmly until I was pressed against his chest. My hand instinctively clutched his sherwani at the shoulder as his hand slid steadily to my back. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Why did you stop?" he asked quietly. His fingers traced my cheek as he gently lifted my lehenga's dupatta from my head. It slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. This time, when his hand returned to my back, it met bare skin. My breath hitched. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Ab main start karu?" ────୨ৎ────