RIYA MALHOTRA a sunshine like her father ... went to her Father's friend's son's wedding only to become the replaced bride The boy whom she played with .. one whom she never saw again for 15 years was now going to be her husband DEV SINGHANIA A cold personality and a silent observer he was forced to marry a girl whom his parents arranged but the girl ran away on the day of the wedding or it just seemed like it when he thought he was over with this marriage there came his childhood friend a sweet memory a girl whom he met the day she was born ... and now she was his replaced bride will these two fall in love ? was the bride running away just a coincidence? ___________________________________________ CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE BUT ITS THE NEXT GENERATION OF AARAV: HER HIDDEN LOVE ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST/SECOND /THIRD LANGUAGE

'WIFE'...huh you call yourself my wife, He said very calmly. "A girl like u cannot afford to become maid at my house and u call yourself my wife." He said and tightly gripped my arms ,wincing me in pain. "Aadi you are hurting me.leave me ahh..." I cried in pain. "LISTEN ,listen to me very carefully, u flithy wh**e off never, never I will give u a place of wife, neither in my life nor in my heart ." He said in a venomous tone. He pushed me with such a force that I fall on floor,hiting my head.He stromed out of room furiously, leaving me in tears..... ************************************ Mahi, A 25, years old girl living her life in los Angeles, USA. Away from her dreadful past. A beauty for which mens worshipped..she buried all her emotions 5 years ago.But what people don't know is her identity. Suddenly a phone call change her life, which made her stand in front of same past from which she is running away. Aditya Arora , A 27 years old cold-hearted,ruthless, short -tempered CEO of A.A. industries and a multi-billioniere. And ya also a playboy who likes the world to work the way he wants. His looks add charms to his personality. For which girls die. What will happen when love wants to bloom with the picious support of a holy matrimony...will they give themself a chance? To know more join the journey of mahi and Aditya .And how their past connects which each other. If you are looking for a beautiful indian love story written by destiny and their hardships in way of their love. Here's your destination my lovely readers. And sort of PLAGIARISM will not be tolerable..strict legal actions will be taken...all rights are reserved by the writer😊 I won't disappoint you. The book is not edited.

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

#BOOK1 IN THE HISTORICAL SERIES CAN BE READ ALONE "Humne aapse vivaah bas apne raajya ke sammaan ke liye kiya hai, humse or koi aas mat rakhiyega" I said to him in an emotionless tone. (I married you just because of the pride of my kingdom, don't expect anything more from me) "humne bhi ye vivaah apne Bhaisa ke sammaan or unki galati ki kshama maangne ke liye hai, humein aapse kshama ke atirikta or koi aas nahi hai." he said while looking into my eyes, I don't know why his words pierced my heart. Am I that helpless? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (1470) AADRIKA SINGH SHEKHAWAT : princess of Udaipur was forced to marry the prince of Jodhpur. Being a princess, she has always got what she wanted but not a swayamvar. The man she was supposed to marry ran from her wedding, will she get the love from the replaced husband of hers? MEGHRAJ SINGH RATHORE : Prince of Jodhpur and brother of the groom. he is ruthless but soft only with her. he is mature but childish only with her. he is the PRINCE and the REPLACED HUSBAND only for her.

6 Months since Saiyaara released but I'm still not over it so i decided to write these Oneshots exploring their life, cause 2 hours 30 mins is too less for my krishvaani heart . Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i do!

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 never wanted to cross paths with a man like 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧 - the cold, feared heir of a criminal empire. But the night she collapses in a club, she wakes up in his mansion... and her life stops belonging to her. Ashwin claims he's protecting her. The truth? He's not letting her leave. When his enemies mark Sitara as a weakness, Ashwin does the one thing she can't fight or refuse: He forces her into marriage - not out of love, but survival. Now Sitara is trapped in a world ruled by power, secrets, and a man who decides her fate with a single command. She doesn't know what's more dangerous: the threats outside... or the man standing right in front of her. ♤♥ 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 ╰►𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙(𝟷𝟾𝚇𝟸𝟾) ╰►𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ╰►𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚇 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 ╰►𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎 ╰►𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 _____________________________________ Warning: contains mature content, violence, murder, and abuse, which may trigger anyone. If you are not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

वो कहते हैं ना, दग़ा वही देता है जो दिल को हासिल करने क़ाबिल होता है। रूह वही तोड़ता है जिसने कभी उसको छुआ होता है। और मोहब्बत उसी से होती है जो आख़िर में हमें तबाह करने की वजह बन जाता है। Maharani Inara was nothing more than a devoted wife to her husband and a doting queen to her kingdom. Beyond that, she had no life of her own. Her days began with the mesmerizing gaze of her lover-her husband-the Sultan of Nafratin, Zayd Al-Malik. A fierce king, driven by an insatiable hunger for power and lust. His love for her-his 'Zawjati'-was brutal, his obsession with her body cruel, and his possessiveness, her undoing. What began as a political alliance-two strangers bound by marriage to strengthen their kingdoms-soon transformed into something unexpectedly sweet and beautiful. Yet, destiny had a different path carved for them. This is a journey marked by betrayal, pain, and the rewriting of Maharani Inara's fate. She breaks. She begs. She fights. And ultimately, she becomes the woman the world fears. This is not a love story. This is the story of a woman betrayed by the man she believed was her everything. A story of self-respect, of love that demanded too much, and of finding someone who finally cherishes her-to the very depths of her soul.

Kalki Shangvi, the daughter of renowned industrialist Rudra Shangvi, returns to India after completing her MBA abroad. Groomed to be the future CEO of the Shangvi empire, she steps into her father's world of power, ambition, and responsibility. To the world, Kalki is confident, composed, and untouchable-but her past has left invisible scars. Beneath her strength lies a vulnerability so deep that even the gentlest touch feels like a threat. Love, for her, is something to fear. Ruhaan Bhardwaj enters her life as part of Rudra Shangvi's most ambitious upcoming project. Charismatic, warm, and deeply expressive, Ruhaan believes in love that is felt, not just spoken. Physical touch is his love language-his way of offering comfort, reassurance, and devotion. It is love at first sight for Ruhaan. But how do you love someone who flinches at closeness? How do you hold a heart that is terrified of being held? As business forces them closer and emotions grow stronger, Kalki and Ruhaan are pulled into a delicate dance between fear and desire, past trauma and present longing. Can Ruhaan's patience soften Kalki's walls? Or will her fear of touch keep them forever apart? When love longs to touch, and fear begs to retreat-who will win?

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆