This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

‎‎Meher is a very quiet and introverted girl. In school, she has no friends, no group, and no one to talk to. She often sits alone, eats alone, and feels invisible. Studies are difficult for her, and slowly she starts believing that she is not good enough at anything. School gives her more fear than memories. She learns early how to survive alone. ‎ Then Viraj enters her life. ‎ The son of her father's friend. Her neighbour. And slowly... her only friend. ‎ Viraj is everything Meher is not-confident, extroverted, smart, and a school topper who fits easily into the world around him. ‎ He sat beside her when no one else did. Walked with her when silence felt heavy. Studied with her when she doubted herself the most. Somewhere between shared pencils, late evenings, growing pressure, and unspoken understanding, Viraj became the only place where Meher felt safe. ‎ He became her comfort. ‎ And without even realizing when or how, Meher falls deeply in love with him. ‎ But love is never simple. ‎ Will Meher ever find the courage to confess her feelings? Does Viraj feel the same... or does he see her only as a friend? And what happens when life, careers, and dreams start pulling them in different directions? ‎ Never Mine is a slow-burn, emotional story of deep love, quiet feelings, self-doubt, and growing up-a story about emotions that are never spoken, but felt deeply in the heart. ‎ Note: This story contains no toxicity, no cheating, and no toxic men. Every character is written with respect, emotional depth, and human flaws - not cruelty. This is a safe, soft story focused on healing, growth, and mature love.

Life is not full of roses and there will be thorns which can hurt There will be instances where you would ask, "Why me" ? You will feel, "I dont deserve any of this." But still life throws you at paradox. Shayad Yahi Hai Pyar is born from the exact same feeling. When distinct ​hearts cross paths each carrying their own hidden vulnerabilities, silent battles and walls built high to protect themselves from being hurt. Can love blossom?

A Past Rivalry. A Sharp Defiance. A Storm That Becomes a Sanctuary. The halls of the past knew only the fire of competition. The boardrooms of the present know only the cold precision of power. When the hail falls and the shadows deepen, the standoff doesn't just end-it evolves. A Lost Rhythm. A Lingering Echo. A Storm That Never Faded. The innocence of the past knew only a heart left in the wake of silence. The reality of the present knows only the relentless pursuit to bridge the distance. When the path finally crosses again, the one who was once a distant memory becomes the one who refuses to let go.

12th Century. A Ruthless King. A Rebel from the Future. Maharaja Veerendra Singh knows only war and power. Diya Gupta knows only justice and freedom. When fate tosses Diya into the world of Vijaygarh, she doesn't just survive-she revolts.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 *Whispers Between the Lines* 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠...... She rose from fire, wrapped in white... Not as a victim. But as a verdict. Abhira Malhotra is back-but with pain in her chest, fire in her voice, and justice in her veins. The world stole everything from the one person who gave her everything. Now she's coming for it all. And behind her... Silent. Steady. Terrifying in his stillness... Stands Arnav Singh Raizada. Her past. Her protector. The man who carries another's pulse and eyes-and yet, still only ever looked at her. She doesn't remember their love. He never forgot. And when the world tells her she's alone in this war- He's the quiet storm who'll burn it down if she bleeds again. "𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯." 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅.

In a city where dreams glimmer like the lights that never sleep, two souls moved through life unaware of the invisible thread tying them together. Abhira Malhotra's world was a canvas of laughter, late-night playlists, and courtrooms imagined in her dreams. Draped in silks and sunshine, she carried joy in her stride and rebellion in her smile. A daughter, a sister, a singer hiding behind the name 'Aashi'-she was everything the world expected and yet something more, something secret. Miles away, in the quiet corners of discipline and duty, Arjun Rathore's life beat to a different rhythm. Scarred by a tragedy that stole his childhood, he built his world around promises-promises to protect, to serve, to never let history repeat. With a soldier's resolve and a brother's love, he moved forward, not knowing fate was already scripting a detour. Between them stood a world of contrasts-wealth and wounds, music and metal, laughter and longing. And yet, the universe, with its wicked sense of humor and silent grace, had already spun its web. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳.