She was the girl who never spoke up. He was the boy who couldn't. Saanjh has always followed the rules - the good daughter, the quiet listener, the perfect bride-in-making. But behind her composed silence lies a heart aching to be heard. Then comes Vihaan - the boy with ink-stained fingers, untamed thoughts, and a voice the world rarely hears. Once silenced by selective mutism, Vihaan now chooses his words carefully... and his people even more so. He doesn't speak much - but when he does, it feels like poetry. Their connection is not loud. It doesn't come with grand confessions or dramatic moments. It comes in shared glances, late-night scribbles, and quiet understanding. In a world that punishes softness, their silence becomes rebellion - and their love, a sanctuary. A tender, aching tale of two misfits who find in each other the courage to be seen, to be heard, and to be entirely themselves - no apologies, no noise, just truth. Some stories don't need words to be felt. Some loves begin in silence... and never stop speaking.

Warning: This story contains non- consensual sex, sexual assault, domestic violence and emotional manipulation A Tale of Betrayal, Jealousy, and Injustice in a Traditional Household In the suffocating confines of the Sharma household, Aradhya has spent six years as the devoted first wife, managing every aspect of domestic life single-handedly. Despite her unwavering dedication and gentle nature, she carries the burden of being unable to provide an heir-a failure that haunts both her and the family's expectations. When Radhika arrives as the second wife, specifically chosen to fulfill what Aradhya cannot, the household's dynamics shift dramatically. Pregnant with the long-awaited heir, Radhika becomes the golden child of the family, while Aradhya's worth diminishes in everyone's eyes. Consumed by jealousy and insecurity, Radhika orchestrates a cruel deception. She poisons kheer that Aradhya lovingly prepared as a peace offering, then falsely accuses her of attempted murder. The accusation leads to a brutal beating that leaves Aradhya broken and imprisoned, while the family readily believes the worst of their hardworking daughter-in-law. When Vijay finally uncovers the truth, he expects justice. Instead, he discovers something far more devastating-a family so blinded by their desire for an heir that they're willing to sacrifice an innocent woman's dignity and well-being to protect their precious hope for the future. Character Dynamics Aradhya: The tragic protagonist whose years of silent service and devotion count for nothing when measured against her inability to conceive Radhika: The manipulative second wife who uses her pregnancy as both weapon and shield Vijay: A man torn between his growing understanding of his first wife's worth and his family's expectations Meena: The matriarch whose desperation for an heir blinds her to basic human decency Priya and Anandi: Family members who witness injustice but remain complicit in the system

A love sage that was never suppose to take place but destiny planned. She was Bubbly,he was cold She was cheerful,he was stoic She was chirpy,he was silent She was bouncy,he was still She was carefree,he was afraid. Stolen glances,secret meetings, Love so fierce,ashes was the ultimate greetings. ( Under major editing) _________________________________________ "Bhagiye jldiii....." "Why do you think I need to run?" "I know you are 6'2 with a well built physique but that doesn't mean we can fight them....they have sharp knives...it's better we run...so just runnnnnn" "Will you listen me for ones?" "MR. DARK GREEN...Baad mein baat krenge...let's runnnnn" _________________________________________ "I never wanted to let you in SPARKLE, but I can't let you go now" "Even if you wish...I won't walk away MR. DARK GREEN....I am quite stubborn when it's about my possession..and you belong to me" _________________________________________ " bhagiye jldiiii...." " why do you think I need to run?" "I know you are 5'7 women with sexy,curvy figure but that doesn't mean we can stay here.....you have my heart and i need to get my wife.....so just runnnn" "will you listen me for ones?" " puri life aapki hi sunenge SPARKLE........let's just runnnnnnn" _________________________________________ Read more to know how their love will bloom :)

Aarna Malhotra, 26, She is a formidable business tycoon, commanding her empire of hotels, resorts, and construction with ruthless precision. Emotionless and reserved, she rarely shows any vulnerability, keeping her heart guarded and her smile hidden from the world. A devoted single mother, Aarna's 4-year-old son, Aayan, is the center of her universe. She would go to any lengths to protect his happiness, even if it means destroying anyone who threatens it. Only her trusted caretaker, Madhu Kaki, is allowed near him. No one dares to cross Aarna Malhotra. Angad Agnihotri, 28 He is a ruthless and emotionally detached billionaire who owns multi-billion-dollar companies across the globe and rules the Indian mafia. Known for his cold demeanor, he struggles to show any emotion and doesn't believe in love or marriage, despite caring deeply for his family. With his sharp mind and commanding presence, Angad is a force to be reckoned with- definitely not someone you'd want to cross. When two empires collide, will love conquer their darkest fears, or will the war between their hearts destroy everything they've built? For that you'll have to read the book.

"She's just a rival, nothing else-and never will be," he shouted. Vihaan Chopra (16) is the class topper and the heartthrob of the school. Girls admire him, teachers praise him, but he keeps his head down-his eyes only on his dream of becoming a national-level basketball player. The only problem? His mother has other plans-she wants him to be a civil officer. Vihaan is focused, disciplined... and believes he despises her. "He thinks he's smart, but to me, he's just stupid," she rolled her eyes. Navya Malhotra (16) is one of the class topper-a cheerful, witty girl who's always smiling. But behind her sunshine is a life full of shadows. With a distant father and the pressure to be the "perfect" daughter, Navya hides her true dream: to become a singer. Caught between expectations and her passion, she's fighting her own silent battle. They were supposed to be enemies. Just rivals. Nothing more. But fate doesn't always follow the rules. Join this story of banter, heartbreak, ambition, and unexpected love-where two opposites find a connection they never saw coming. ♡♡♡ Tropes: •Extrovert X Introvert •Sunshine X sunshine •Chaotic X Calm •Academic rivals •Forced proximity •Slow burn •Healed each other

𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩! 𝟏𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬-𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

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.

"Kabir Malhotra, a 25-year-old, young, handsome, gym freak, always a hot topic among girls. He's known to be rude and doesn't care about anyone except his younger brother, Kiaan Malhotra, and his father. Coming from a privileged background, he's used to getting everything without even asking. However, he has no idea what a mother's love feels like, except for being emotionally blackmailed to get things done by his mother. On the other hand, we have Aadhira Sharma, a 21-year-old, tall, smart, elegant girl with a wheatish complexion. She comes from a middle-class family and struggles to meet her basic needs. Graduating from her hometown of Ranchi, she works as a coaching teacher, always hiding her dreams in the corner of her eyes. She didn't receive love from her father, but her mother and brother are her rock and the reason she keeps going. Interestingly, Aadhira's father is friends with Kabir's mother, and although Kabir and Aadhira never liked each other, Kabir share a good bond with Aadhira's Father jst like friends Except for those occasional interactions, they never took any interest in each other. But what will happen when circumstances force them to get married? Will they ever develop feelings for each other? Get ready to uncover the "Unraveled Destinies"of their lives and find out what lies ahead in their story! 😉

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."