𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ Arjun Singh Rathore has always been Pooja's perfect son-her pride, her joy. He even followed her into the medical field, a testament to their unshakeable bond. Then there is Meera Kapoor, the rebellious daughter of a man Pooja hates with an all-consuming passion. A rivalry so deep, it has defined two families for decades. What happens when Arjun and Meera choose love over legacy, running away only to return as husband and wife? Pooja will stop at nothing to tear them apart. Arjun is caught between the woman who gave him life and the woman who is his life. Can a love forged in secret survive the heat of a mother's fury? Trigger Warning ⚠️ Death S*xual Abuse

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

Ishaan Miraj, the cold CEO who swore never to love, marries his secretary Saanvika on contract to fulfill his grandparents' wish. But can Saanvi survive in his ruthless world as his wife? And what happens when the man who doesn't believe in love begins falling for her?

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

When bubbly, dramatic Nidhi Aggarwal finds herself in a secret marriage with her strict assistant professor, Arnav Nanda, chaos and comedy unfold. With their families determined to unite their elder siblings, Nidhi and Arnav must pretend to be strangers on campus while navigating their growing feelings and hilarious mishaps.

Boy 1: "Hey, new girl! Stop right there!" Jaanu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately lowered her head, clutching the strap of her bag tighter. She quickened her pace, hoping they'd ignore her if she didn't respond. Boy 2: "Hey! Didn't you hear us? We're talking to you!" Her steps faltered. Fear gripped her, but she knew she couldn't avoid them forever. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked toward them slowly, her head still bowed. She dared not make eye contact, her nerves getting the better of her. Friend 1: "So, what's your name?" Jaanu mumbled her response, her voice barely audible. Jaanu (softly): "Jaanu..." The boys laughed. Friend 2: "What? Speak up, scary cat. What's your name again?" Jaanu, trembling slightly, raised her voice just enough to be heard. Jaanu (a little louder): "Jaanu." Friend 1: "And which year are you in, little Jaanu?" Jaanu: "First year..." It was then that Hrithik finally spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. Hrithik: "Wow. She's such a scared little kitten. Look at her-can't even lift her head. What's she so afraid of? Does she think we're going to eat her or something?" His words stung, but Jaanu remained silent. Friend 2: "Yeah, such an annoying girl. It's like she's imagining things in her head about us." Jaanu flinched slightly at their words but still didn't dare to raise her head. Hrithik smirked as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving her. Hrithik: "Leave her. She's not even worth the time. Just another waste of space in this university." The group laughed, but Jaanu couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. She clenched her fists, her breathing uneven. Hrithik's next words pushed her over the edge. ........................................................... Intresting ? Give it a try to witness how the destiny played between Hrithik and Jaanu.

🥀 A love that was left incomplete.... 🥀 The bonds that got strained, the relationships that got tarnished and were kept on a thin edge....... 🥀 The societal norms that compressed the poor souls, the judgements and Traditions that left a mark on a Family..... Dive in to know the Story and Saga of Family, Love, Sibling Love, Romance, Misunderstandings, Secrets, Politics, Society rules n norms and many more...... ⚠️ This is a Fictional Story and purely MY Own Imagination, No one is allowed to Copy or Publish my work, not even the plots, characters and dialogues should be copied otherwise strict actions will be taken......please Respect everyone's Hardwork. ⚠️ 📍 All the images used in the story are taken from Pinterest, Credits to the rightful owners.

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.