When two strangers are bound by sacred vows, is it tradition that holds them together or something deeper they never expected? Aakriti never dreamed her life would take such a turn married into a family of warmth yet unfamiliarity, and tied to Kartik, a man who wears silence like armor. Their wedding was not born out of love, but of circumstance, leaving her with questions, insecurities, and an unspoken yearning. Kartik, a doctor with shadows of his own, never believed in love stories, yet finds himself drawn to his new bride in ways that disturb his calm and unravel his carefully built walls. Every ritual, every small domestic moment, and every stolen glance blurs the line between duty and desire. As their journey unfolds through quiet touches, whispered arguments, cultural traditions, laughter with family, and the intimacy of shared silence, the seven vows begin to mean something entirely new. Two strangers. One marriage. A thousand emotions. Sometimes love doesn't arrive with fireworks it grows like a flame, slow and steady, until it consumes everything in its path. || Seven sacred promises, two unfamiliar hearts and a love story written in silence. || Be the part of this journey and untangle it with #AakritK ....

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

Six friends. Three love stories. One unforgettable year. When Sakhi walks into her college for her first year, she doesn't expect to end up in a group that'll change her life. She's bold, smart-and doesn't tolerate disrespect. Add in Tara, the sunshine girl who's not afraid to roast anyone with her sarcasm, and Aarohi, the soft-hearted poet with a messy love-hate thing for the campus hearthrob. Kabir, the overprotective brother. Aarav, the calm storm. Vihaan, the Bad boy who hides behind jokes. Together, they form a friend circle where love blossoms, hearts break, and confessions happen over chai and chaos. Set in the vibrant streets of Pune, this is a story of friendship, first love, and the moments that stay with you forever.

ׂ╰┈➤ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜɪʟʟꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʀᴀʜᴍᴋᴀᴍᴀʟ - ᴘᴜʀᴇ , ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀʀᴇ. 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝄞𝄢हड़बड़ी में, हर घड़ी है धड़कने हुई बावरी..... सारा दिन उसे, ढूँढते रहें नैनों की लगी नौकरी... दिख गयी तो, है उसी में आज की कमाई मेरी..... मुस्कुरा भी दे, तो मुझे लगे जीत ली कोई 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𓍯𓂃 Be a part of this journey... and love them a little more.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚.... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Ananya - delicate in touch, fierce in loyalty, the one who remembered every version of him. Vihaan - feared by many, unreadable to most, a soul that remembered even when memory didn't. Everyone said fate was cruel to the Singhanias. Not because of the curse itself- but because it chose its victims silently. Ananya and Vihaan were never meant to cross paths again... not after everything that tore them apart. She remembers every piece of their story. He remembers half of it, the cruel one. Yet fate, stubborn and deliberate, ties them together once more- pulling her back to the very man destined to lose her, and him back to a love he no longer recalls. Because Vihaan is the eldest son. And the Singhania curse has never spared a bride past the seventh month. Love brings them together. Destiny counts the days. And fate? It's already decided who it's coming for. "Vihaan and Ananya's story is just getting started... please read and stay with me 💫" With lots of love 💗 ~rubysword......

"𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐚?" An Instagram follow request. Endless late night conversations. A love story that existed only through screens. Aadha Ishq follows Apurva and Arav...two emotionally broken people who became each other's habit without ever meeting in real life. Let's see if destiny really put them together or not..... Welcome to Yoonkim Universe 💗 And this story is based on real life😼

Collection of short and sweet stories . Hope you all give it a shot Explore stories that are close to your heart... Hope you all love it and please show lots of love as this is my first book.

What if the person you almost loved... became the person you had to marry? No dramatic love story. No big confession. Just a misunderstanding that ended everything before it began. Years later, Later destiny bring them together. Now they must build a life together out of shared history, quiet tension, and feelings that never got the chance to grow properly the first time. This isn't a fairytale. It's a what-if that refused to stay in the past. ♡⁠˖(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡🌷

"Two people. Two worlds. One love that arrived too late." Srihan Shekhawat had everything people dream of. Power. Reputation. Control. The kind of life where emotions were liabilities and love was merely another distraction standing between him and success. And then there was Trishika Yadav. A girl who carried warmth in her smile and softness in her soul. She belonged to the ghats of Banaras, to evening aartis, handwritten prayers, silver bangles, and the kind of love that asks for nothing except honesty. They were never meant to cross paths. One belonged to towering skylines and sleepless boardrooms. The other belonged to rivers that remembered every prayer whispered into them. But fate has strange habits. Sometimes it introduces two people not to heal each other... but to break them first. What begins as an unexpected connection slowly turns into something deeper, quieter, and dangerously real. Yet between misunderstandings, ambition, ego, and wounds neither of them knows how to speak about, love begins slipping through their fingers before they can even hold it properly. Because some people meet at the right moment. And some meet when life is still teaching them how to love. He broke the one person who loved him without conditions. Now redemption is the only thing standing between him and a lifetime of regret. Will Srihan learn that devotion cannot be earned through power? Will Trishika keep choosing love when it starts hurting more than healing? Or will their story become just another unfinished prayer floating through the ghats of Banaras? A story about redemption, longing, emotional distance, and a love that refused to fade even after it was broken. 🌙