Reva Shroff, 26, is in the final years of her PharmD program, moving between lectures, clinical rotations, and long hours that dissolve into hospital corridors and case notes. Her life is structured in measured segments-study, work, repetition-where observation often comes before participation, and clarity is preferred over assumption. He is 29, a commercial architect working in his family's firm, where spaces are designed before they exist and precision is part of every decision. His work is structured and exact, but his personality carries an ease that sits slightly apart from it-warm humour, quiet sarcasm, and a way of speaking that doesn't feel forced. The introduction is formal in its simplicity-families exchanging biodata, comparing details, and proceeding only after mutual acknowledgement of compatibility. Nothing is hurried, and nothing is imposed beyond conversation at a comfortable pace. Reva remains reserved in how she approaches people, observant before expressive, careful with familiarity. He is more immediate in presence, not loud, but unguarded in a way that makes interaction feel uncomplicated. Between hospital corridors and architectural spaces, between structured study and structured design, their lives are placed within the same frame through circumstance and consideration. And somewhere in that quiet alignment of distance and detail, two structured lives begin to exist in the same measure of time- not close enough to name, but not far enough to forget.

"Aap ek gair ke liye apna ghar chhodrhe Adhiraj !" she said, controlling her tears. Her throat felt as if someone pierced a dagger through it. "Aap koi gair nahi, hamari ardhangini hai Maithili. Hamara ghar hai aap. Hum to apne ghar ke liye gairon ko chhodrhe." He held her chin up and looked straight into her eyes. His eyes showed how much he meant those words. She was his home, his peace, his wife... "Aap samajh kyu nahi rahe hai.. Gaaon me sab aapke bare me tarah tarah ki baatein kahenge.. Samaj me aapko alag nazar se dekha jayega.. Aapne jo naam kamaya hai.. Sab yun mitti me miljayega.." "To chhod denge aisa gaaon, aisa samaaj.. Jo hume aapka saath na dene de.. Kyunki jis ghar me hamari laxmi ka apmaan ho, wahan rehne se hum khudki nazaro me gir jaayenge".. 📚BOOK 1: FOREVER SERIES : A tale of arrange marriage from the 90s. A relation built on understanding, trust and love ❤️ Adhiraj Chauhan, a man whose beliefs about life seem unconventional in a patriarchal society, loves to challenge the backward thinking of the people of Bansipuram. Living life with a past regret no one knows about, his life takes unplanned turns after his alliance got fixed. Maithili Chauhan, a woman caught up by the same patriarchy, lost all her charm and bubbliness being married to a conservative family. Her only source of light in that darkness is her husband.. SHE DREAMS OF FLYING... HE STANDS WITH HER TO GIVE HER THOSE WINGS.. HE WANTS TO FIGHT.. SHE BECOMES HIS SHIELD AND TOGETHER THEY TAKE THE LEAP OF FAITH✨FROM SAAT PHERE TO FOREVER!

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

BOOK 4 IN THE MARRIAGE & REVENGE SERIES