Short Intro Ramya Chauhan who despite being an upper caste belongs to middle- Class Family or rather poor family, She is a 'Powerful', Fierce and clever girl but has a kind soul, On the other hand there is Vatsal Raj Shandilya who belongs to a Brahmin family and is very Rich, he is son of an Advocate, Vatsal lived his whole life in privileges behind four walls of his house, he is 'Naive, Shy but has a Extraordinary Intelligence. The story shows how Vatsal reacts when he faces the struggle outside his house, When he spend one whole year inside of Ramya's House, When the guy who never even nod against his father takes stand for the whole village, Erasing the differences between 🦢 Privileges And Poors 🦢⚜⚜

❝I'm trying to be patient... and you're doing everything to ruin that❞ ──── 𓍯𓂃 She had made a career out of love, stealing hearts on screen and writing endings that made sense. Real life? Less predictable. And serious political drama? Absolutely not her cup of chai. And yet here she was, staring at the man she had avoided her entire childhood: Abhir Sisodiya. Cold, unyielding, impossibly disciplined, and terrifyingly magnetic. The kind of man who didn't smile, didn't joke, didn't let anyone near his space. Especially not her. "You really think you can talk to me like that?" His voice was low, sharp, and impossibly dangerous. "I do. I always do," she shot back. He leaned forward, close enough for her to feel his heat. "One day, all this sass... It's going to cost you. And I won't hold back." • Political leader x Scriptwriter • Calm x Dramatic • Grumpy x Sunshine • Family friends. • Happy ending. ────୨ৎ──── • Read the novel and find out how trouble, temptation, and possessiveness collide.

"In The Art of Eyes, a realm of silent words whispers secrets. Fascinated by unspoken truths, this collection weaves a tapestry of love, longing, and loss. Through the lens of eyes, beauty, and art, poems unfold, revealing vulnerability, connection, and the true meaning of fascination....."

*"Lahore, before independence- A city burning under British chains, yet dreaming of freedom. Ibadat grew up in the shadow of her father, a rebel-poet whose verses were sharper than swords. His poetry gave courage to the people, but when the British realized his words could spark a revolution, they silenced him forever. Now, with nothing left but his blood-stained diary, Ibadat must rise. In a world that never listens to women, will her voice become the fire her father once lit? Or will her verses be crushed before they can ignite the storm of freedom? A tale of courage, sacrifice, and poetry that defies empires. Because sometimes... words are the greatest weapons."* #Ibadat #HistoricalFiction #Freedom #Rebellion #Poetry #BritishRaj #Lahore #BeforeIndependence #IndianHistory #StrongFemaleLead #Courage #Sacrifice #WordsAsWeapons #Revolution #RomanceAndRebellion #Shayari #Legacy #IndependenceStruggle #WritersVoice #FightForFreedom

"Some stories are written long before we even realize... Some hearts recognize each other before names, before words, before time itself. A chance meeting. A connection that feels like destiny. Laughter, banter, quiet moments, and the invisible threads that bind souls together. In a world full of chaos and choices, will love find its way... or slip silently between them? A tale of friendship, fate, and a love that is gentle, true, and inevitable." #1 spritual - 20-12-25 #1 Barsana - 25-12-25 #1 Vrindavan - 6-01-26 #1 Advocate - 7-01-26 From words to awards - 🏆 Winner South Asian Romance, Aurora Ink Awards ✨ #1 divine - 22-1-26

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house. And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can y

"यह ढाई आखर 'प्रेम'-मेरे लिए इस शब्द का पर्याय केवल रवि नहीं है, रवि के अतिरिक्त वह एक कप चाय भी है, जो अब तक मेरे साथ है।"