The characters are loosely based on Bade Achhe Lagte Hain 2, but non-viewers may read it too. Ram and Priya- both single and struggling with their own problems- run into each other unexpectedly. What happens next?

"I'm ruining your wedding. It's final" "Why are you always after my wedding in some way or another? I'm just nineteen for goodness sake" "Because people are obsessed with their weddings" "That's just girls!" "No, not at all. Plus it'll be the only day where embarrassing you will give me happiness because it'll happen in front of a crowd." "God, you're evil. Pure evil" "To my very bones, darling"

Siddharth Ahuja has grown up in the shadow of his over-achieving sister and knows for a fact that whatever he does will never be enough. Low on self-confidence and starved of love, Siddharth is mesmerized by the new-in-society, Dhriti Chopra. Adamant on catching her attention and making her fall in love with her, Siddharth really needs to up his 'charming' game. And who better to help him then his best friend's sister? Keerti Verma has drilled it into her mind that she wants to do her college from any city as long as it is not her home city. Excited by the prospectus of moving away from her nosy cousins and living life on her own terms, Keerti knows she'll have to fight tooth and nail to convince her family members. And who better to help her convince them than her brother's best friend? Cover credits: @meha-k

Hello guys this is my first story..so I hope k u all will support me . There may be many mistakes so read at your own risk This is the story about a cute bubbly happy doctor who loves her job beyond anything..who never thought k she will love someone this much but u know life is always full of surprises Guys please give chance to my story Plz plz plz do vote and comments.

ten couples. ten problems. solutions? not the same for all. or perhaps they are. / / a collection of short stories to restore faith in love and marraige. / /

Calcutta, India. 1899 Being a woman in this age means being tied under the shackles created by the British and an equally orthodox society. Headstrong and outgoing, Anvesha doesn't care what people think about her. She is not one of those women who stay in their homes and pop children for their husbands. She is determined to pry her freedom. Alexander Stewart is a "childishly" arrogant man of eighteen. His journey to life begins when he comes to India with his two best friends, Matthew Hemmings and Jordan Wedlock. The day he crosses paths with the fierce looking Indian woman, he's sure that coming to India was the worst of his decisions. But will time change his mind? A feeling other than hatred; would something develop? (Descriptions would really be the death of me. Don't be disappointed, give this book a chance ^_^ ) ... A/N: Please note that:- • I do not own the pictures in the cover, I found them on google. Enjoy! #1 IN HISTORICAL FICTION! #1 IN TEENAGER! © 2015 Bhavini Sharma All Rights Reserved

Highest rating- #3 on Chicklit! Avni Kashyap (25) has had an upbringing as normal as any other. Well, normal if you don't count her seven other siblings, and an overly enthusiastic grandmother. Growing up in a family of 11 (chaotic and boisterous household indeed), she has seen all forms of love. Enter Aarav. You know, the tall, brooding, handsome guy, who instantly sweeps Avni off her size 6 feet. It's all fun and games until someone brings up the word "Wedding". What happened, Avni? Trouble in Paradise? Or will there be another Prince Charming? Read The Perks Of Being An Indian Bride to find out!

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ." sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ sᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ.

A TOXIC LOVE STORY~ "Why did you marry off me to Sirish, Daddy? Why not Harsh? Or any other man?" I ask my father looking at my wedding chain, my eyes burning with hot tears. He leans forward and cups my cheek, "Aren't you happy with Sirish?" his tone is dripping the guilt while his face is emotionless. A tear rolls down my cheeks. Removing his hands off my face, I wipe it. "It's not about happiness, Daddy. Since I got married to Sirish this question is bugging me. What you saw in him to get me married to him?" I mean it. Why only Sirish out of every other guy? The wrinkles over the corner of his eyes dominate his handsome features when he smiles at me, "I saw myself in Sirish, Princess." We both halt our gaze on my husband, Sirish Ajay Thakur. I pin my intense gaze on Sirish who avoids Dad's admiring eyes, "Are you like my father, Sirish?" He lifts his head surprised at my question and he is tongue-tied. Can Sirish ever be like my father at least in one aspect? I smile at my fate and turn my attention back to Dad, "No one can be like you, Daddy, and Sirish will never be like you," my words were sharp and clear for my dad to understand at least now. Dad pulls me and Sirish in a hug and his face beams with happiness, "Maybe. But he is Sirish Ajay Thakur, my student, that's enough to trust him with my daughter" Dad kisses Sirish's hands and places mine in Sirish's, "He will make you strong, Namrata Sirish Thakur." I and Sirish lock our eyes and more tears spring in my eyes when he doesn't guilty after everything he did. I close my eyes sinking myself in Dad's warmness, "You are wrong! You selected the worst person as my husband, Daddy. A person who calls me maid, a person who doesn't trust me, a person who cheats on me, a person who wants to torture me, Daddy," I cry to myself at my helplessness. ******************************************