𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗,𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚋..𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎_𝚀𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊🖤

In the polished corridors of Pride High School,Rajgarh,two guarded worlds quietly collide. Nayantara Vashishtha,the girl everyone thinks is cruel,and Shakti Raghav,the boy who refuses to be known,begin their final year with nothing but assumptions between them. What starts as indifference slowly unravels into a story of hidden truths,unspoken emotions,and a love that burns quietly beneath pride and prejudice. This is a work of fiction.All characters,events,places,and institutions mentioned in this story are purely imaginary.Any resemblance to real persons,living or dead,or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is created for entertainment purposes only and does not intend to harm,offend,or defame any individual,community,profession,or institution.Reader discretion is advised. This story is an original work.All rights are reserved.No part of this content may be copied,reproduced,distributed,or used in any form without the author's permission.Any unauthorized use will be subject to legal action. Love, Qiana🖤

𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡 is the story of two silences. You think I don't see it?" Mohini said. "Things don't fall apart around you unless someone makes sure they do." Mrityunjay stopped. He turned slowly, anger already set in his face. "Accusations have consequences," he said, voice low and steady. "Be certain before you speak." She stepped closer instead of backing off. "I'm calling it what it is." That was when he snapped and that was all it took. He grabbed her arm hard, sudden pulling her back before she could move away. The force made her stumble a step toward him. "Say it again," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Say it knowing you can't take it back." "Let go," she hissed, trying to pull free. He didn't. His grip tightened for a moment, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her how easily he could. "You don't get to turn your anger into my crime," he said. "Not without proof. Not without consequence." Her eyes flashed. "This is exactly why people fear you." He released her abruptly, the movement rough, uncontrolled. She staggered back, steadying herself. "Fear comes easy," he said coldly. "Truth doesn't. And you chose the easier one." Silence hit hard between them. Mohini straightened slowly, rubbing her wrist, fury barely contained. "This isn't over." He didn't deny it. As she walked away, Mrityunjay stood still, jaw clenched knowing he'd crossed a line he could never fully step back from. Enjoy the story of Mrityunjay and Mohini. This is an original work created by me and unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this work is prohibited. Love Qiana ❤️

BOOK 1 in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 "𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰." ♡𝒜𝒶𝓇𝑜𝒽𝒾 𝒥𝒽𝒶 ♡ Doctor by passion. 24 yrs old. Heart of the family. Sweet but not so sweet. Loves her family. A lively carefree girl, calls herself a "SANSKARI BITCH". Believes in love and a devotee of Lord Shiva 🙏🏻. ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ ♡ 𝑅𝓊𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒽 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓊𝒽𝒶𝓃 ♡ CEO of Chauhan Industries. 35 yrs old. Can do anything to protect his family and siblings. People fear his wrath. Hates liars and believes love makes a person incompetent. ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ " 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 , 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." He said breaking the mangalsurta and pushing me aside. ... What will happen when two such personalities fall in love?? Will they make it or fate has other plans !! ❃°•°❀°•°❃ 18+ content Mature language

An Indian Arranged Marriage Romance, intertwining duty, healing, and royal legacy. [ They met as strangers at the wedding Altar, But destiny had already written them as Soulmates. ] _____________________ He vowed never to marry. She was the light he never expected. Ekash lived in the shadows of his past, haunted by promises he wished he could forget. Marriage was only his grandmother's last wish-until Sanvi stepped into his world. Her quiet strength broke down his walls. Her touch became the only calm to his restless soul. He never planned to love... but destiny had other plans for his arranged bride. ___________________ Started on: 28 May 2025 Author AKSHUVIKA

2019 WATTY AWARD WINNER | TO BE PUBLISHED BY 'W BY WATTPAD' IN FALL 2024 Jessie is a twenty first century kinda gal stuck in the Regency Era. Armed with a new university degree and a plane ticket to Paris, the plan was to celebrate graduation in the City of Love, kissing as many drunk French girls (or boys, she's not picky) as she can. Only, she never makes it. Mid-Atlantic, a mysterious accident sends Jessie hurtling to what should be a watery grave. Rescued from the ocean, Jessie is lucky to be alive. Only problem? The crew of the ship she's on is convinced it's a sailing vessel that just narrowly missed out on participating in the Battle of Trafalgar. Stuck in Regency-era England, Jessie is left with no choice but to enter into the services of as a maid and companion in return for what shelter her new employer can provide, and resign herself to a life of quiet servitude and forever hiding her sexuality. What she didn't count on was that her new boss would be Margaret Goodenough - the world famous authoress whose yet-to-be-completed novel was the first lesbian kiss in the history of British Literature, and a clever woman. Clever enough to know her new servant has a secret. Now Jessie is caught. Margaret's own perception of her place in society is transforming, the text of her novel is slowly changing, and Margaret herself is finally unafraid to embrace her own Sapphic desires. Margaret - and her main characters - are turning into irresistibly headstrong and modern women. Jessie must tread the tenuous line between finding her own happiness in a world where she is alone, and accidentally changing the course of history. Should Jessie suppress the manuscript, or is her duty to the woman she's learning to love? What is a twenty first century gal to do? * Cover Photo: Jenn LeBlanc & Getty Images Original Cover by: @RodneyVSmith

Sanskriti stood before the canvas,painting without pause.The strokes were harsh n restless,as if the colors were absorbing her grief.She didn't hear the door open. Atharva came behind her n wrapped his arms around her.It would have meant something if this marriage were a normal one.Now,she didn't bother to stop. "Didn't anyone teach you the manners to greet your husband?" "Welcome back,or should I touch your feet as well? I'm busy,you can go out n have fun with any woman of your choice.There's nothing here to entertain.." Before she could complete her sentence,he grabbed her wrist n pulled her away,throwing her onto the bed.His grip pinned her hands. "Do you want to see your husband with another woman?" She turned her face away.He forced her to look at him.Something hardened in his eyes. "You forget your place." He kissed her with rage, rough and desperate,as if anger could silence her.She bit his lips, tasted blood,and said something that broke him apart. "I hate you." "𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." ꧁@꧂𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡꧁@꧂ "𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭." ꧁@꧂𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚꧁@꧂ Its a story of love and longings.A journey of feelings.Where those feelings of love,hope and desires will be shattered n broken hearts will remain.