He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

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.

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+

***The story may unfolds at a slow pace, allow the readers to engage with it at their own rhythm, following its natural progression.*** ************************************ Ayesha, Ayesha was the name of Murad's sister's. She does not live with them, she had left home a long time ago and neither she will be welcomed in this house again. How much embarrassment his family had to face the day his sister ran away from her Nikkah. Only to know that she married to a non-Muslim man. And that man was none other than Mustafa's wife Chhaya Singh Rathore's brother, His own wife Mr Murad Ahmet Mustafa's wife. Chaya was setting up her pillow and and blanket as the soft tinkling of her bangles echoed in the stillness, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The nuptial chain adorned her neck. Her figure, graceful, the kind many would desire, she adjusted the long, light pallu of her saree over her shoulder, which seemed to perpetually slip off, as if mocking her attempts to keep it in place, when suddenly she felt as though someone was staring at her. She turned to find Mustafa on bed, her devoted husband, gazing at her with affection. Detect the subtle sarcasm in his expression, she gave a slight snicker as she returned to her work. ...... The slap echoed through the air, its sharpness leaving Mustafa motionless, He looked at the woman who dared, her face flushed with rage, her anger evident in every feature. She took a step back, before she could pull away he gripped her neck and savagely forced his lips onto hers, leaving a brutal mark of dominance and then he released her. A second slap slammed into his cheek, sting lingering. Without pause, he brutalised her once more silencing her resistance in a single, overpowering motion. ************************************ This is my first time writing a story. #1 ranking out of 16k in cry #2 rank in temple #3 home rank out of 36.6 k Stories #1 freedom out of 17k #54 ranking out 134k in hate

Aiyana Thakur × Devan suryawanshi [ The story is fictional and have high mature content read only if you are eligible] [ ⚠️Mature content read on your own risk and do not report ] She was beautiful and delicate like flower and fierce at the same time . Apple of her parents eyes . he is wild , dominating, cold but loves only her and would go to any extend to get her She was heartbroken when got to know she was bethroted to someone when she was born but her heart belongs to him . But he was happy hearing the news of her being bethroted to someone but why ? let's unfold the truth together ? How will she get away from this promise made when she was born ? Or will she have to end up getting married to that person ?

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

#2nd Instalment of EVERLESS. ******** Life is strange. She left everything behind that time, neither marriage with him was her decision nor loving him was under her control.....He cheated her in worst possible way and she like a fool always believed him. She never got a chance to take any decision.... Except one.... Leaving the man who own her heart without his knowledge. He didn't stopped her..... Her love remained UNFINISHED. ****************** He let the only person who means the world to him walk out of his life. The person who he trusted blindly betrayed him to no extent. His one mistake cost him his live. Indeed he cheated her....his demons from past ruined her present and future. He let her burn in his flame. And now he was as good as dead. He was alone even though there were so many people around him. Now, He has an angel to live for his only hope..... Aryana.....His Aryana... But she was nowhere.... She left him without a word, without accusation without any question. He wanted her to scream at him, slap him...but how can he forget she was the most forgiving person. His words remained Unfinished...... Their Journey remained Unfinished. Will he ever get her love, will he ever tell her his feelings, will he ever claim whats his. Will he ever rectify his mistake.

The Saga of Politics, Love, Betrayals, Duties, and Responsibilities •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Congratulations, Abhiraaj, you are going to become a father," Tejasvini said, hugging her son, but he was shocked. 'How could this happen?' he thought. He looked at her. Her cheeks are already stained with tears. When everyone left, he asked with an expressionless face, "The child is his?" Her world stopped, and she felt like someone stabbed her heart. Her heart shattered in a million pieces, and she felt broken for the first time. She never felt like this, even after so many betrayals. More tears welled up in her eyes. His back is facing her. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are bloodshot red. He never imagined that, above all, she would ever betray him like this, that she would be unfaithful in this marriage. ||PART 1 OF THE BOOK||

Prologue: "Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. For if you love me I will always be in your heart; if you hate me I will always be in your mind." ― William Shakespeare Viraj saw the same glimmer in those little doe eyes that he had once witnessed when she insulted him in the party. How the wind changed for him that day, when he saw a different aura flowing through her? A change which committed him to love her throughout his life. A love that shattered all his hate for her. The love that made him jealous and scared of himself. Threatening him to not confess to her. Because he knew the day he would, she will hate him more. He would let his heart go through anything in this world but not her hatred. Let me take you through the journey of man who fell in love with a woman he could never have. Bringing to you the next Slow Burn Romance 'The Rich Man and His Lady' just for you....