Genre: Soft Romance / Slow-Burn / Emotional Drama Target Audience: 18+ readers who love tension, romance, and unpredictable love stories "She stepped into a room she wasn't meant to enter... and nothing would ever be the same." A wedding. A wrong room. A single moment of unintended closeness. Kaustubh Singh is 26, 6'2", an IAS officer trained to control everything - his life, his career, even his heart. He has built walls that no one can cross... until she appears. Aadhya is 22, quiet, observant, and careful - a woman who walks through life without leaving a trace. Until she stumbles into his world by accident, shattering the calm, exposing desires both refuse to acknowledge. This is not a story of instant love. It is a slow burn, a storm hidden beneath smiles, silence, and stolen glances. A story of restraint and obsession, of choices that haunt and a connection that refuses to let go. Every glance is a spark. Every silence, a battlefield. Every heartbeat, a question: Will they surrender to the inevitable, or let pride and fear keep them apart?

|SAMPLE Chapters| Prequel of Mr. Chief Minister They say marriage is just a word, but only those who live it know the weight it carries. Naintara felt that weight the day her father whispered his quiet advice before her wedding, words that stayed with her like invisible chains. Now, wrapped in her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny, Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen him once in a newspaper photograph: calm eyes, cold posture. Tonight she would meet him not as a stranger, but as a wife. Her friends' teasing still echoed in her ears; promises of a beautiful first night had made her blush. And after Sonarika and Vikram's wife whispered their own hints, her heart had raced even more. She had dreamed of slow, tender love, of a voice that would call her name softly. After years of loneliness following her mother's death, she finally hoped for a family, just as her Bauji had said. Shekhar's few words during their rare conversations had already carved a place for him in her heart. There was no fear left in her now; only anticipation to finally see him. Her pulse quickened as footsteps neared. She lifted her veil, then quickly lowered it again, cheeks burning. The door opened. For a single heartbeat, she imagined warmth, tenderness... everything she'd been told. What came instead was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice sliced through the silence. "What are you doing in my room?" She flinched. Before she could speak, Shekhar seized her wrist, his grip cold and punishing. "Wh-what have I done, ji?" she trembled. Just minutes ago downstairs, everything seemed fine. What changed? He gave no answer. He pulled her off the bed, pushed her toward the door, his movements mechanical like she had committed a crime she didn't understand. And then, with a finality that shattered her heart, he said, "There's no place for you in my life or my room. You're only Jagdish Raichand's daughter-in-law... not my wife." The door slammed shut.

she was a scattered palette filled with every colour and he was the calm painter who envisioned the whole world through her on his canvas. A tale set in the late 1800s, India when feminism was a taboo while patriarchy and misogyny was a norm. Labanya, an eight year old girl who was a little too curious for her age and gender was tied to Rudrajit, an eleven year old boy who was a bit too composed and soft for his age and gender by the sacred bond of marriage. What would this marriage bring about in the lives of these young souls who were yet to discover their own selves? N.B - This story revolves not only around the romance between the two main character but also focuses on the important aspects and lessons that one could learn from this story by living through the characters and their mindsets while also getting to know about the very different environment of those time. I do not intend to impersonate or resemble any real personalities through my story as it's purely my imagination. Mention of real places and a few historic personalities are there just to add depth to the story and make it realistic.

1970 A village romance story" To the book girls who want to experience pure love in their lives; this book is for you. "Vijay Singh Thakur" A 35-year-old and the sarpanch of the village of Sitapur. After his father's death, he handled all the responsibilities of their father's and married Siya. Siya Singh Thakur" A 27-year-old and the wife of the sarpanch and an abandoned elder daughter; she has been married to her husband for ten years; they didn't have any own children, her in-laws didn't like her, and she is a responsible women who handle all things, but didn't receive any love from their family. Join in their path of journey where she will sacrifice her life or her husband will bring second wife. This story is pure. fictional, mature languages, and explicit scenes.

"Some bonds are written long before they are spoken." At just six years old, Shivanya Chauhan was married off in the name of tradition. To her innocent mind, it was nothing more than a game of "playing house." But to Rudraksh Singh Rathore - sixteen, city-bred, and bound by his grandfather's dying wish - it became a silent burden and a sacred promise. Years passed. He left to chase his dreams - a soldier forged in the fire of discipline and duty. She stayed behind - a bride in waiting, her life molded by customs, her heart clinging only to his memory. Twelve years later, Rudraksh returns as a decorated officer, and Shivanya stands before him as a woman - no longer the curious child he once protected. Yet between them lies a bond that defies time, silence, and distance. Was it only a vow he had to fulfill? Or a love written in destiny long before either of them understood it? ✨ A tale of promises, longing, and a love that outlives tradition.

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This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

The story of the reserved, quiet,emotionless dhairynath thakur who have sacrificed his dreams ,desires for keeping Thakur's reputation, managing liquor shops and factory abandoning his bachelor of law and story yaatna dhairynath who have married just in age 23 to have blessings of her grandmother before she won't be able to , Responsibility,Silence, misunderstanding, tension, desi/rural romance. Read it to cry , to laugh and giggle , that's all I have for description.

Meher never had marriage in mind when she returned home after a year away. But when family duty speaks louder than desire, resistance becomes a luxury she can't afford - and just like that, she finds herself bound to Asad Ahmad Khan. He's everything she didn't expect - gentle, patient, and impossibly kind. A man who seems too good to be true... and maybe he is. As days slip into months, Meher begins to question everything she once feared about love - Could this really be the kind of marriage people dream of? But not all stories unfold in warmth. Some settle in like a chill in the air - unnoticed at first, until it's far too familiar to ignore. It isn't always love that lingers - sometimes, it's the weight of what it leaves behind. A silence not born of absence, but of restraint - a hush that presses in like invisible manacles, slowly tightening around the spirit. Until even breath feels bound, movements measured, and the heart quietly manacled... by something far heavier than love. By something far more haunting, Something as menacing as a Zanjeer.

He built his empire in the world of technology, then stepped into politics with fire born from personal battles. Cold , determined and untouchable- until the day he saw her . The princess . The women who could unravel him with a single glance . In that instance his ambitions changed . Now , the man who once chased power dreams only of chasing her ..... all the way to forever .