'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

This story captures the innocent beginnings of Nidhi and Shaanvik, two children bound by shared afternoons, playful fights, and unspoken emotions. Growing up side by side, their days were filled with laughter, small promises, and moments that felt insignificant to one but meant everything to the other. While Nidhi quietly held onto every memory and every word, seeing Shaanvik as her entire world, he remained carefree and unaware, treating their bond as nothing more than a simple part of childhood. It is a tale of pure, unfiltered emotions-where love exists in its most innocent form, long before either of them truly understands what it means. © Copyright Notice This story is an original work by the author. All characters, names, and events are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's permission.

In a world ruled by power, blood, and betrayal, two empires stand tall-one in Italy, led by the ruthless Don Advik Singh Rathore, and the other in India, commanded by the fierce Mafia Queen, Risti Rajvanshi. But Risti is not just a name feared in the underworld-by profession, she is a highly skilled surgeon, saving lives in the light while ruling the shadows as an underground Mafia Queen. A woman with two identities, equally dangerous in both worlds. Bound not by love but by destiny, their paths collide in the most unexpected way. What begins as hatred soon turns into a calculated alliance when fate forces them into a marriage neither of them truly desires-yet both willingly accept, each hiding their own deadly intentions. This is not a love story. This is a story of revenge, ego, and power. A story where trust is a weapon, emotions are a weakness, and every move is a step closer to domination. Risti wants to rule. Advik refuses to bow. And when two rulers refuse to kneel... the war doesn't end-it begins within the marriage itself.

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?