"For the families we find along the way. And for the little miracles who teach us that love often arrives when we least expect it." -------------------------- Aastha Sharma is a single mother, trying to survive in a world that never seems to give her a break. Her six-month-old son, Vihaan, is her everything, the reason she keeps going, the reason she dares to hope. Life has taught her to be strong, soft-spoken, and endlessly resilient, but even her courage has its limits. Hriday Patil is a rising politician with a heart that refuses to bend to the corruption, arrogance, and cruelty of his powerful family. Stern yet compassionate, he dreams of using his influence to change the world but nothing could prepare him for the way one determined woman and her little boy could change him. When their lives intertwine, love, duty, and loyalty clash. Aastha must navigate the treacherous waters of a family that believes power is everything, while Hriday struggles to protect the woman he cares for against his own blood. With Vihaan as their fragile bridge, they must decide if love is worth risking everything for, or if some battles are just too impossible to win. Read to know about them!! And join their journey!!

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 - 𝔄 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔫-𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Krish Rathore, the college golden boy, always got what he wanted. Fame, a glittering cricket career... and Riya Mehra. But Riya was different. Fierce, guarded, and terrified of love. She hated him when they first met. Yet despite herself, she came to see him as the light at the end of her tunnel. They once had everything: love, passion, and a future that burned bright. Until fate tore them apart and left nothing but ashes behind. Seven years later, Krish is a national cricket superstar, adored by fans and haunted by scandals but missing the one thing he truly desires. Then Riya walks back into his life with a tiny little surprise. But this isn't a sweet reunion. This time, they hate each other. This time, the wounds run deeper... and the fire burns hotter. And yet, beneath the anger and the bitterness, the spark refuses to die. One look. One touch. One scandal. And everything they buried threatens to explode. Bound by a marriage of convenience, can two people who burn each other alive find a way to love again? Or will the past consume them before their love can ignite once more? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

Rankings: #Top 1 in India- 04-/05/2026-10/05/2026 #Top 2 in India- 31/05/2026 #1 in Slow-burn Romance- 31/05/2026 #1 in Age-gap romance- 21/05/2026 #1 in Broken Family- 20/05/2026 #1 in Single Mother- 20/05/2026 #1 in Replaced Bride- 20/05/2026 #1 in FoundFamily- 03/06/2026 ------------------------------------------------- The Japanese have rightly said- "Broken pieces tend to mend each other when kept together." But what if the broken pieces are people instead? Sharanya Kapoor, 26, an architect, widow, and single mother, is forced into a marriage as a replacement for her step-sister who runs away from her wedding. Loving, emotionally perceptive, and carrying her own unhealed wounds, she unexpectedly enters the fractured Rajvansh household. Rishvaan Rajvansh, 34, a divorced businessman and father of two teenage sons, was once a man capable of loving deeply. But betrayal turned him cold, emotionally detached, and distant from both emotions and his children. Now, a stranger and her little daughter, Eirisha, become part of their already broken lives. Can Sharanya soften the harsh dynamics of the Rajvansh household with her quiet warmth? Will Ishvaan and Avyaan ever accept her... or her daughter as their own? Can she rebuild trust within Rishvaan's guarded heart? And if broken souls are kept together long enough... can they eventually become a family?

Her hand trembles when she is about to sign the marriage papers. The very mention of the word marriage reminds her of her past, her first marriage. She had not even peacefully come out of her previous toxic marriage and she is pushing herself into the same hell again. But then fighting with her thoughts, she takes a deep breath and signs the marriage papers and a tear comes out of her eyes as she is not ready to face again all that she faced in her previous marriage. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ " Never forget, the day you break even a single rule of this marriage, I will divorce you and after that you know the consequences." He says after signing their marriage papers And his heart feels heavy as he says these insensitive words to her because after getting her he cannot even think of divorcing her, Divorcing her, isn't even the last thing he would do but still he has no other option except putting this condition before her. And there after hearing his words she looks at him with her blank eyes. Book start : 25.01.2025

RUDRA RATHORE:A ruthless upcoming ceo of RR enterprises .For him his family comes always first ,yes he is rude and arrogant but still hold very much respect for his elders and family.members .He never liked any girl after his heartbreak . Mainly it was main reason for his rudeness. SHIVANYA: A simple middle class college going girl . Her sarcastic replies put everyone in dellimma. Her words may be bitter but soul is purely sweet. Let's see what happens when fire and ice meets😉 Tropes Professor xstudent Age gap Office romance Enemiesx lovers Ladaku vimaan xshant insaan Rankings #1 clg #2 professorhusband #2eniemies #3 enmiestolovers

"Why did you do this?" she asked, her face blank, eyes hollow. "I couldn't bear to hear them speak filth about you," he said softly, "so I shut their mouths... forever." ~~~~~~~ ANIKA ARORA She is 24, a strong-willed baker and a single mother of a 5 year old daughter. Running a cozy little bakery and living in a modest 2BHK house, Anika wants nothing to do with love or family - both have hurt her too deeply. RIDHWIK RATHORE He is 29, a five-star chef, celebrity status, living a life of luxury and high expectations. With scars of his own and a vow never to marry, he's built his empire on discipline, not emotions. But fate has a strange recipe. When a moment of humiliation threatens Anika's dignity, Ridhwik steps in with an impulsive promise - a marriage neither of them wanted. A hidden marriage. A child in the middle. A secret from the past waiting to be uncovered. 🍰 Will unexpected promises turn into love? 🍴 Can two broken souls bake something beautiful together? 🕯️ And when the truth behind her sister's death is revealed - will revenge taste sweeter than love? TROPES • baker x chef • hidden marriage • single mother • obsessed ml • love after marriage • caring ml x strong fml

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 × 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 Russian mafia×Indian girl Saanvi Tiwari♡ She is 20 years old, talkative and bubbly girl who argues like a child with everyone. In Banaras, there's not a single person she doesn't know. She's a kind-hearted soul who helps others, even in the smallest ways.She is the bright light of her family, bringing joy to everyone around her. Alexander Ivanov ♡ He is 29 years old russian mafia boss, who is extremely cruel to everyone except his family, always giving orders and getting whatever he desires, while being very possessive of his possessions.He never allowed the word "love" into his life and never humbled himself before anyone. Tropes: • Mafia Romance • Russian mafia and his brothers • Videsi • Desi x videsi • Age gap • He fell first, she fell harder

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​