#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷

Avni Deshmukh is a cute and sweet drama queen who loves to light up every place she walks into with her sparkling energy and endless drama. Rishi Malhotra is silent and cold, a man who opens up to only a few chosen people. They hate each other from bottom of their hearts, yet destiny plays its game and ties them together in an accidental marriage: not arranged, not forced, not a contract. How will these two opposites handles their marriage? Will they learn to stay together or walk separate paths? And most importantly...can Avni ever make her way into Rishi's small, guarded world? To find out, let's dive into their story filled with chaos, warmth, and unexpected love.

Ryan wasn't expecting to end up with the captain of the hockey team as a roommate, and she certainly didn't expect the initial sexual tension between them to blossom into love. ***** In desperate need of a place to stay, Ryan Winters doesn't see an issue with rooming with the captain of the hockey team, Ethan Russell. After all, she's focused on her studies, getting over an ex, and honestly, not that into athletes. Though the more time she spends getting to know her new roommate, the more it becomes apparent that Ethan is the exact type of guy she could fall for. When lines begin to blur and drama from the past threatens to tear them apart, can the two of them find a way to keep both their friendship-and their relationship-from crumbling to pieces? [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

''BOOK 2 OF SHADOWS OF MARRIAGE" After enduring two years of an abusive marriage, Tanvi Singhania finds the strength to break free from the toxic cycle. Her ex-husband's betrayal, having cheated on her multiple times, leaves her shattered and wary of love's promises. Despite a year of therapy, Tanvi struggles to trust again, her heart scarred by past trauma. However, fate intervenes when her family arranges her marriage to Arav Jai Raghuvanshi, a man who has secretly been love with Tanvi for the past five years. Initially hesitant and guarded, Tanvi enters this new union with skepticism, convinced that love is nothing but a fleeting illusion. But as Tanvi navigates her new life with Arav, she discovers that his love is genuine and unwavering. Slowly, Arav's patience, understanding, and unconditional affection begin to chip away at the walls surrounding Tanvi's heart. Through his steadfast devotion, Tanvi learns to heal, to trust, and to embrace the possibility of love once again. "You've had too much to drink, Tanvi. You'll regret this tomorrow," I shouted, hoping to reason with her, but she silenced me with a kiss. "Damn it," I groaned, pulling her closer by the neck. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Tanvi," I said firmly, pushing her gently onto the bed and hovering above her. "I have scars on my body, Arav," she confessed, a tear slipping from her eye. "Show me," I urged, my voice husky with emotion. Reluctantly, she frowned. "Show me the scars and let me make it up to you. How many times you needed me, and I wasn't there?"