'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

"Her second chance To fall in love with him for the first time" Widowed on her wedding day, the sweet and beautiful Amber is left feeling cold inside. She is heart-broken and utterly disappointed in life. First her mother died, then her sister and now Dylan. Left with a loving father and her 1 year old niece, and without any money, she is barely able to make both ends meet. Waking up in the morning seems like a torture, breathing and living seems difficult without Dylan beside her...but she needs to go on for her niece and her dad. But they say everything has a reason and some things are just meant to be! And when God takes something away from you, it's because he is emptying your hands for you to receive something better...or may be someONE better in this case!! Read to find out!!! EDITED CHAPTERS 1-23! (Minor editing) #257 in romance as of 12/03/2017 #216 in romance as of 9/04/2017 #174 in romance as of 16/04/2017 #104 in romnace as of 21/04/2017 #90 in romance as of 26/07/2017 (My first double digit ranking 😍)

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

"Mummyji." Ishita softly called her mother-in-law mixing the wheat dough. "Haa, puttar bol." Toshiji replied peeling the boiled potatoes. "Bachpanme, Raman aapko leke bohot possessive honge na?" She casually added. (Raman might have been very possessive about in childhood, no?) "Nahi toh. Raman toh bohot understanding raha hai hamesha se." Toshiji chuckled "Haa apni dadise chipke reheta tha but bohot caring raha hai hamesha se. Books, games, pocket money sab kuch share karta tha Simmi aur Romi se. Haa Romi bohot rota tha jab koi Rinki ko thoda bohot bhi attention dedata." (Nope. He has been quite understanding. Yes he was clingy with his grandmother. But he used to share his books, games even pocket money with his siblings. Romi was a attetion seeker though.) "Really?" Ishita asked in disbelief. "Hmmm. Tera Raman bohot acha hai." Toshiji winked making her blush. (Hmmm. Your Raman is very nice.) "Kya Mummyji aap bhi." Toshiji laughed at her daughter-in-law reaction. (Mummyji, not you too.) Ishita covered the dough with a plate, wondering about the change in Raman's personality. As with her Raman is anything but Understanding. He is clingy, demanding and possessive as hell. Ishita pouted remembering how he didn't even let her stay at her parent's house. His excuses always ready before she even makes plan to visit her parents. How he tore that beautiful red dress because 3rd quarter was too short according to him. How he fired his employee because 2 second was too much to stare his wife. How ... "Ishita" Sighed as his voice echoed in whole house. Holding the tray with freshly brewed coffee, she climbed the stairs to attend Her Possessive Husband. ******* As the title says, a tale about sweet Ishita and Her Possessive Husband. Peak inside for more. Regards ~Gia ***** Highest Ranking #6 on arrangemarriage 06/08/2021 #18 on generalfiction 11/08/2021 #14 on indianlovestory 24/08/2021

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

"What are you doing my majnu? You are going to getting married, forget her now.". Jay says by folding his hands near chest. Sidharth smiles at him and says, " I already said you this marriage is nothing for me. And i can't forget her. I tried so many times from eleven yesrs, pr dimaag se nikalti hi nhi h woh." ________________________________________ Date published - October 23 2020 Date of completion - February 9 2021 All copyrights reserved Mature Content ⚠

| ZAEEF BOOK I | -UNEDITED- "So destiny huh" he said and I looked away. Destiny. "It was all Allah's plan. Guess my prayers got answered" he said, looking at me as I stared at his blurry reflection in the steel walls. "You prayed for me" I said and he chuckled. "You don't want someone in your life so much until you begin praying for them each day" ________ Amyrah Saleh liked to think she was an independent young woman with a great big world to explore. Well she was one, no doubt. But with everything she had, she felt something lacked. Kayan Zaeef was the billionaire everyone was fond of. From being nice and friendly to being the most charming person at any event, he brought light to everything. They met by chance, He fell in love by choice. And he was determined to make her feel the same. After all, he was the charming billionaire. Join the fiery Amyrah with the gray eyed charmer, as they take on the unknown journey most like to call love. copyright scopian_16 2017

SAAD IBRAAHIM A guy who is known for his intelligence in the whole university. Everyone knows him as an iceman, but there's someone who can induce fire in him, who can make him burn, even though if its in hate..... MIRHA HUSSAIN A closed off girl, who is still stuck in her past, present suffocates her and the future scares her. She doesn't know, what to do with her life or how to make it better.What will she do, when she will be faced with another test of life? when she would have to face the hatred of a man, she doesn't even know........ ________ "Its also your home now, get comfortable" Mr Ibraahim said softly. The girl standing infront of him was looking uncomfortable, her gaze flicking to his right continuously , where his son was standing glaring at her. A sigh escaped his mouth, "Hira! show Mirha her room" he called the maid ,not wanting the uncomfortable environment to last even a minute longer. As soon as they went upstairs, he turned towards his son "why are you doing this , Saad?"he asked calmly. "what am I doing?" Saad ibraahim asked lifting an eyebrow. _______________ SALAAM READERS! I am back with another story❤️❤️

[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]

01 in Humor [16-09-17] Georgia Brooks, the notorious, troublesome tomboy is the caretaker of Clark Brown, the mysterious, cold man who is an undercover billionaire. Georgia's motive is to uncover him and just make him happy. But what when secrets are revealed and the badass tomboy is close to tears? Join them on this rocky road of adventures which includes their occasional fights and revenge, stolen kisses, trip to a circus, journey to England, landing in jail and much more! Excerpt from a chapter : His lips curled in disdain and just when he was about to unwrap the towel, I quickly turned around showing my back to him. What the fucking hell? What if I saw his thing? "Don't you care? Like honestly, couldn't you just order like your usual self to get the hell out of your bedroom or just . . . turn around for you to change? You could have at least warned me that you were freeing your willy, I would have closed my eyes!" I rambled and felt myself feeling all jittery again. He didn't reply and I could mentally picture him scoffing or rolling his pretty eyes. A part of me which never saw a grown man's buddy down there was curious as to how it looked. Was it really long and monstrous like a huge sausage they describe in erotic scenes? Was it soft like a banana or hard like a radish? Was is it like spring that when you poke it, it would go wagging like a dog's tail? A teeny little peek would do no harm . . . (cover : calalu)