sh_aarohi had asked me to post all of my Rikara stories that I had posted in indiaforums (which were originally written for Rishabala & Michi) Hope you guys will enjoy it :) Cover Courtesy :purani_riddhima

Pranay Gupta absolutely had no business falling in love. He was simply at the right place at the right time. Context? His engineering had just gotten over. And as a responsible twenty-three-year-old graduate who had survived endless assignments, horrendous Vivas and brutal comments from professors, it was his moral obligation to go on a trip with his college friends before the actual corporate life began. After a thousand midnight chats, calls and chaos-Dibrugarh, Assam was finalised. Dibrugarh - a city nestled on the banks of River Brahmaputra, famous for its tea gardens and misty mornings. However, little did he know that this trip was going to introduce him to a young, jovial Assamese woman Mrinalini Baruah. It wasn't love at first sight as Bollywood movies romanticise. Neither was it a temporary attraction. With the way she laughed freely. With the stories she told about Assam. With the elegance of her traditional Bihu dance that left Pranay quietly mesmerized. What started as casual conversations slowly became shared cups of chai, sleepy sunrise walks, and endless baatein under open skies. Somewhere between tea gardens and stolen glances, friendship turned into something far more dangerous. And before Pranay could stop his racing heart, he had fallen deep into the pit named love.

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

💍 She was the pawn. He was the king. But pawns can burn the board. 🖤 An unwanted girl. A cold heir. A marriage born of power, not love. 🔥 He ruled with dominance. She lived in shadows. But when their worlds collided, nothing would remain the same. 🌹 She feared him. He controlled her. But between fear and fire... love had no rule

🎄 This is the early draft of A Wish with a Bow. The published edition is now available in ebook & paperback on Amazon and other retailers. Callie Ericsson isn't asking for much this Christmas-just a little peace, a drama-free family dinner, and maybe a date who won't vanish before New Year's. Instead, she finds herself juggling her sister's sharp remarks, rejection letters from colleges, and a string of anonymous notes determined to ruin her holiday spirit. The only thing keeping her (mostly) sane? Wrapping gifts at the mall. It's repetitive, sure, but Callie secretly loves knowing she's adding a little extra joy to someone else's Christmas morning. That, and the fact that Brett-the mall's maddeningly charming maintenance guy-keeps showing up at her counter. He's infuriating, unexpectedly sweet, and far too handsome to be interested in someone like her... right? But the holidays have a way of exposing secrets right along with feelings. And when it comes to matters of the heart, Callie might just discover that the best gifts can't be tied up with ribbon.

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

Short story collections..😉 Just give it a try once....

An ImagineAGI originals. Natalie, a member of the Quinn family, faced considerable hardships. Her mother subjected her to constant taunts and bullying, while her sister attempted to claim everything she possessed, even her boyfriend. Yet, the most urgent challenge was the mounting medical bills of her foster mother, Hannah, the sole source of kindness in Natalie's life, who had raised her since childhood. The Quinn family reached an agreement to cover Hannah's medical expenses, but with one condition: Natalie must marry Sebastian, the illegitimate and seemingly worthless son of the affluent Klein family, and take her sister's place as his spouse. Following their marriage, both Natalie and Sebastian would uncover crucial secrets concealed by their partners.

The chaotic love story built on lies, and almost destroyed by them. ✧ ✧ ✧ "So, you like her for years?" I asked with a low and cracking voice. And here I was back to the square, getting confused about what was happening. "I love her..." He opened his eyes to look at me. Taking a deep breath, he scanned my face with furrowed brows. "You look like her." His voice had clear amusement in it. "What?" This escaped my lips when my mind stopped trying to comprehend what he meant. It was getting very messy to understand. "But I'll always love her." With that, he dozed off. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. ✧ ✧ ✧ When fate, or one single lie lands her up in her brother's bestfriend's apartment, Preet Randhawa has no other option but to move in with him, become his roommate behind the four walls. But with the photo frames hanging on the wall with their wedding pictures, the marriage certificate lying in a drawer of their wardrobe, the rings in their fingers and their stories on how they got married, the world believes their story. But did they ever marry each other? Nope. Years later, colliding with him in a foreign country couldn't just be fate...or could it? ✧ ✧ ✧ This book can be enjoyed as a standalone.

A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty; he'd always want the right thing more than the wrong one ---- C.W. Lewis. Meet Omkara Chowdary an upcoming neurosurgeon in Mumbai. He is infamously called "Mr. Perfect" by the way he always prefers things to be ... He has his own set of likes-dislikes, goals and ambitions in life which he refuses to compromise on...no matter what ever comes his way... People admire him for his work in professional life but was it the same in his personal life too??? To know more peep into the story to look at his not so perfect life.... P.S. Concept inspired from a telugu movie of the same name "Mr. Perfect"