My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

In a world obsessed with filters and followers, Dalia was invisible. Chubby, awkward, and always in the shadow of her flawless best friend, she's accepted that love stories just aren't written for girls like her. Until she accidentally ends up in the private bedroom of Advik Khurana - India's hottest celebrity chef and YouTube sensation. What begins as an embarrassing moment spirals into something more than Dalia ever imagined. Late-night baking, stolen glances, shared secrets... and the impossible hope that maybe, just maybe, someone like him could really see someone like her. But fame is a ruthless flame, and when Advik's world collides with hers, Dalia must ask herself the hardest question: Is love enough when the world is watching-and judging?

"Marry me" It came from a stranger not her lover. Rishaan Ratish Raichand x Ruhisha Deshmukh #1 in ERRATIC SERIES __________________________________ Always a replaced bride story? What about the bride who ran away? She ran. Still wearing her wedding dress. Ruhisha Deshmukh was never supposed to meet him. Especially not at a railway station in the middle of the night. Especially not when her life was falling apart. __________________________________ A decision that should've been impossible. "This isn't a romance novel." She said in a small whisper. "No shit, station princess. I thought it is. Maybe I'm your one and only" She glared at me hard. The knife was still glinting in the moonlight. So they did the only thing that made no sense. __________________________________ "The crowd will trample you, little station princess." "Stop adding 'little' every time." "Then grow taller." She glared at him eyes narrowing like she was trying to set him on fire through willpower alone. He leaned closer, not enough to invade, just enough to win. "You're still tiny." ❣️ ° Slow-burn tension ° witty banter ° intimate perspective ° Contemporary Romance ° Marriage of Convenience