"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

Generally speaking, fate is often described as an inevitable and predetermined outcome, suggesting that certain events or circumstances in our lives are preordained and cannot be changed. Regardless of how one perceives fate, it can play an influential role in shaping our experiences and our sense of identity. In the same way the almighty had bring four individuals together and bind them with fates string. Ekaksh Raghuvanshi , The man in his late 20s stands about 6 feet tall with a lean, athletic build. He wears casual attire, looking as comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt as he does in a suit. His face bears the beginnings of wisdom and experience, but his eyes still hold a youthful excitement. His hair is neatly trimmed and his smile is genuine and warm, hinting at an easy-going nature. Meera Agnihotri , The woman in her mid 20s is full of energy and enthusiasm. Her eyes sparkle, her expression constantly animated with emotion. She has a slim athletic build and stands a little over 5 feet tall. Her outfit may be casual or more formal, but she always looks confident and at ease in her own skin. Her hair is styled in a fashion that reflects her outgoing personality, and she exudes a warmth and approachability that is impossible to ignore. The Twin baby is approximately 9 months old, with delicate, fragile features. They have wide eyes that seem to take in everything around them. They have chubby cheeks and a button nose, and their tiny hands are curled up in loose fists. Standing in the corridor of the hospital the eyes of the two individuals were stuck on the window of the child care unit Meera ~ let's get married .... With tears rolling down her cheeks. Ekaksh ~ please don't pressurise yourself may be we can find another solution for this. Meera ~ How can you say after witnessing this . Ekaksh ~ okay ! We can get married but there will be a condition.

She's the shadow no one can catch. He's the sovereign no one dares cross. Irida Selena Vassiliou is a myth whispered through the underworld - a deadly Greek assassin who leaves no trace but blood and silence. She answers to no one, trusts almost no one, and keeps her past buried deeper than her blades. Alessio Dorian Ferretti is the youngest and most feared mafia boss in Italy, a sovereign cloaked in silence and smoke. Cold, brilliant, and unreadable, he doesn't make threats. He makes promises - and keeps them with blood. Their paths were never meant to cross. But when a hit goes wrong in Athens and Irida finds herself in Alessio's line of sight, she becomes a player in a game no one warned her about - a game of power, betrayal, and slow-burning obsession. He offers her a place at his side. She offers him nothing but defiance. But in a world where loyalty is currency and love is a weakness, can two killers trust anything but instinct? Because the only thing more dangerous than wanting each other... ...is needing each other.

Arthur King - 6'1" 28 years old - the name that ruled both the business world and the Mafia underworld. ❄️ Cold. ⚡ Ruthless. ☠️ Merciless. But for one tiny soul - his 2-year-old daughter Eva King - he became soft like a marshmallow. His world revolved around two things: ✨ Respect for both his parents, love his chaotic sister. ✨ Protecting his daughter at all costs. Once, he believed in love... Until an arranged marriage ruined it all. His first wife - chosen by his parents. For a moment, Arthur thought he found a life partner forgetting his first love... But that betrayal hits harder than bullets. That day..........................💔💔💔💔💔 His heart froze forever. ❄️ He saved his daughter, divorced that woman, and closed his heart for good. Or so he thought.🙃 ✨ Two years later, life forced him again. ✨ His daughter needed a mother. ✨ His parents insisted. And so entered Amaira Williams 💖 5'1" of pure innocence. 💖 19 years old, clumsy, sweet, dirty minded and with dreams of becoming a painter. 💖 Sold to Arthur by her own greedy stepmother for a handful of cash. He married her for his daughter's sake. Nothing more... or so he believed. But fate had different plans or maybe his subconscious mind🌚. Slowly... Amaira, became Eva's sunshine... and maybe, without even knowing, Arthur's healing maybe.❤️🩹💗 Yet there's a secret even Amaira doesn't know - A truth waiting in the shadows... Because Amaira Williams is not just an ordinary girl. What can be this past?🙃 ✨ But will happen when her past will come that she doesn't know? ✨ Can Arthur protect his daughter and his second wife when the monsters from their past return? ✨ Can Amaira truly become with time Mrs. Amaira Arthur King? Because in the end... ❤️🩹✨Love doesn't care if you're ready or not... it always finds you.✨❤️🩹

"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂... 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. Read the story to know more.

In 1991, when silence was expected from broken women, Chanda chose to walk away. Escaping an abusive marriage should have meant freedom... but her village answered with curses, judgment, and exile. Cast aside by the very people who once called her their own, Chanda believed life had nothing gentle left to offer. Then fate placed her path beside Surya Deshmukh - an IAS officer known for his discipline, but not for the quiet kindness that lived in his heart. In a world that tried to break her, Surya, Her Husband and his parents did something rare: they chose compassion over gossip, dignity over doubt, and love over fear. What begins as shelter slowly becomes healing... and what starts as kindness begins to bloom into a love neither of them expected. But can a woman scarred by the past believe she deserves happiness again? Set in the India of 1991, this is a story of courage, second chances, and a love that rises where the world once tried to bury hope. Sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do... is begin again. #secondmarriage 2 #marriageofconvenience 3 #2 Romance #1 India

On the day of her Nikah, as the room filled with prayers and quiet smiles, Zainab sat behind her veil-calm on the outside, trembling within. When she was asked "Qubool hai?"... her heart didn't answer immediately. Because in that moment, she didn't see the man in front of her- she saw him. A story of love that was never lost, only written to find its way back. Step into Zainab's story... and find out who her heart saw that day. #10 rank : islam

He heals others for a living. She hides her wounds behind a smile. Dr. Leo King is known for his precision-cold, flawless, untouchable. In the hospital, he is feared and respected in equal measure. Control is his armor, discipline his only mercy. No one knows the truth behind his silence... or the loss that forged him into the man he is. Rhea Hanami is just an intern-cheerful, clumsy, always smiling. She laughs easily, apologizes too much, and never lets the cracks show. But beneath her warmth lies a loneliness she has learned to carry alone, with only a small rescued kitten named Sunny as her light in the dark. When their worlds collide, Leo sees distraction. Rhea sees safety. What begins as strict professionalism slowly turns into something dangerous-something tender. As long nights, quiet glances, and unspoken understanding blur the lines between doctor and intern, both are forced to confront what they've buried for years. Because some hearts don't need saving. They just need to be seen. A slow-burn romance about control and chaos, grief and healing, and the quiet way love finds you when you're not looking.

هذه الليالي باردة للغاية، مدفأتي مشتعلة وكتبي تتوسط الأرض، أفكاري تتأرجح بين الشيء واللاشيء، أغراضك لا تزال في مكانها، مشاعري لك لم أخطط قط لنكرانها. لكن لساني يدعوا أن لا تعود. علك لا تتذكر يوما..طريقنا المغطى بالثلج و الدماء.

--- She was never meant to be anyone's home. Samaira Oberoi-cold, composed, and untouchable. Her world was precise. Untouchable. Safe. Until one stormy night- she found him. A small, broken child lying on the side of an empty road. Unconscious. Alone. Forgotten. No name. No past. No one coming back for him. They called him nothing. So she gave him one. Vihaan. --- She didn't plan to keep him. Didn't plan to let anything matter after the incident that made her cold . But somewhere between his trembling apologies... and the way his tiny hand held onto her like she was his only world- He became hers. --- But the past doesn't stay buried. And one day- it comes back. Not quietly. Not gently. But like a storm that tears through everything she built. --- Vedant. A man she has never met. A man who walks into her life with one truth- Vihaan was never hers to begin with. Kidnapped as a child. Stolen from a powerful family. Lost for years. And now- found. --- Vedant doesn't ask. He claims. Because to him, Vihaan is not a stranger. Not a responsibility. But blood. His blood. His family. --- But love doesn't follow rules. And neither does a child's heart. Because Vihaan doesn't remember his past. He doesn't remember where he came from before the pain . All he knows- is her. Her voice. Her touch. Her presence. His mumma. --- One child. Two worlds. A past that demands him back... and a present that refuses to lose him. And a storm that will either break them- or turn them into something stronger than fate itself. --- Because sometimes- the hardest truth isn't who you belong to. It's who you choose- when it feels like your world is being taken away.