"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

{Caged Series} HIS LITTLE AMORE There's No Escape Little Heart She never spoke until and unless she wanted to, emotionless eyes which held numerous hurt behind them, a neutral face. ---------------------- She knew she might die the next second, she bore the pain but didn't shed any tears but chuckled sadly seeing the man who never cried in years was shredding tears for her. She is never worth it for him, a broken soul like her will only bring remorse for him not happiness, Never. "Hey! Get up you aren't leaving me, did you hear me you aren't leaving me it's an order I still have to show you my worst side and you will feel disgusted, get up". "Please" he begged -------------------------------- Join in to dive into their story. Lots of love ~ Author ----------------------------------- #12 Past Trauma #31 Emotional #4 Past Trauma {14/02/2025} #5 Past Trauma {10/06/2025} #8 Delhi {11/04/2026} #3 Past Trauma {17/06/2026} #4 Past Trauma {18/06/2026} Started:- Ended:-

#Top 4 in India (02/11/2025) #Top 4 in India in Romance (28/11/25) #Top 4 in India in BillionaireRomance (28/11/25) #Top 4 in India in DesiRomance (29/11/25) #Top 3 in India in Obsession (09/04/26) #Top 3 in India in Babylove (10/04/2026) So before starting the story... I'm gonna say one thing that, it's my 2nd book after One-sided love from childhood... 𝙎𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮!! 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝𝙝♡!!! I'm so excited!! Youll want single dad trop book so badly so that's why l'm realising a new yet short book on trope single dad!! So I hope you'll love this book...And i Didn't decided the trops yet😭...i'll inform when 'Il decide the tropes.. And I'll post everything on Wattpad tomorrow♡ ♡ 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥 ♡ DON'T COPY ANYTHING FROM MY BOOK!!⚠️

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

"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.

"Canvas of Destiny" In the royal kingdom of Rajasthan, "Canvas of Destiny" unfolds a tale of two lives intertwined by fate and secrets. Meera, an artistic soul with a deep love for painting and literature, battles the shadows of her past while harboring a relentless hope for a brighter future. Her art serves as both a refuge and a message to the world-a testament to resilience. Little does she know that her art has also caught the eye of a dangerous enemy, a man her father once sold her to in exchange for survival. Vikram Singh, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan and CEO of Singh industries, bears the weight of a kingdom and a haunting truth. His parents' accident, which appeared as fate's cruelty, was, in fact, a planned murder. His dedication to protecting his handicapped sister, Princess Divyani Rana Singh, is unwavering. Divyani's only source of joy is her online friendship with Meera, who paints smiles on her face even in the darkest of times. How will destiny bring them in front of each other ..... Vikram: she became this distant star in my universe , radiant and unattainable ...... Meera : once a skeptic of love and marriage, had my world transformed by Vikram's gentle, light brown eyes, which whispered just one word to me: "love."

"𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎" 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 Cruel. Egoistic. Aggressive. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 a shark in business world thrives on destruction his enemies, both professionally and personally. A heartless billionaire CEO came India to destroy his biggest enemy. He never intended to reveal his dark identity until the irony entangled him with the woman he barely knows. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 Princess of Rewah and fiancée of his oldest enemy. It doesn't matter how gorgeous and ravishing she is. He'll do everything in his power to destroy prince included his gorgeous would-be wife. The only problem: he can't have her but he is taking her anyway into his darkness * Fearless. Ambitious. Powerful. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is beautiful princess and rightful owner of crown. A fearless and success determined woman who wanted to be top in business. She never planned to be someone's wife until-a threat of blackmail forced her to marry man she didn't want. Her life took bloody turn when she picked up the battle with her fiancée's business rival. Fighting cold-blooded Vanraj means opening the doors of destruction. Arrogant Vanraj never part of her life, she agrees to stand by her fiancée's side in game of vengeance. Craving her enemy's touch was never part of the game but she lost herself when he touched her soul. The powerful thing she could do: not fall in love with her enemy but she is falling for him anyway.

SEQUEL TO 'HER REPLACED GROOM' •~•~•~• "What do you need Ms. ?" He asked irritated. "Don't you know what it means when a beautiful girl tries to block your path, Mr. Oberoi?" She asked folding her hands on her chest. "No I don't. Now move aside!" He replied blankly and was about to leave when she suddenly held his wrist making him stop as his heart picked up it's pace. He turned around to look at her. She quickly withdrew her hand muttering sorry. "What do you want Ms.? " He asked. "Your number. And yes my name is not Ms. It's Anjali. Anjali Sinha." He widened his eyes hearing name. ___ Anjali Sinha is many things. She is bold. She is unapologetic. She is a girl who looked at a stranger across a wedding venue, felt something stir in her chest and decided - without hesitation - to do something about it. Rejection didn't break her. It never does. Because Anjali has spent her entire life learning that if you want something, you go after it. Nobody is going to hand you your dreams. Nobody is going to fight your battles. Nobody is going to choose you if you don't first choose yourself. Then there is Arhaan Oberoi. Successor to the Oberoi empire. Controlled. Calculated. A man who has mastered the art of keeping people at arm's length with nothing more than a cold stare and carefully chosen silence. He is someone who has learned - painfully and permanently - that love is not something the universe intended for him. That hope is a dangerous thing. That letting someone close only gives them the power to destroy you. Arhaan Oberoi does not do feelings. Feelings have consequences. Feelings have made him into someone he spent years trying to forget. But fate - stubborn and relentless. What neither of them anticipates is that the story pulling them together is so much bigger than either of them imagined. That the universe connecting them has roots neither of them planted. Can his darkness survive her shine or will her shine simply consume his darkness?