There was confusion in the eyes of the seven year old Surangi as they dipped mango leaves into the sandal-turmeric paste to anoint her. She did not know what marriage meant, she was just told that she would move into a new home in a village far away and Yashoda mami would be her mother-in-law. Fighting back tears she clutched her carved sandalwood doll, trying not to miss her mother Kaveri whose recent demise had prompted her father to agree to the alliance between Surangi and Madhav, the eleven year old son of Raghav, Kaveri's distant cousin. Shridhar knew he could not bring up his daughter alone. He was constantly under pressure to take a new bride to bear him the much desired son as his late wife had only left behind a daughter. He chose to marry little Surangi off in accordance with the custom of the day rather than leave her at the mercy of a step-mother.

Randhir was startled by the presence of the teenage Sanyukta desperately hanging off the mango tree just outside his bedroom balcony. "Who is it, son? It must be those infernal kids after the fruit in the garden!'' His mother Renuka called out to him. ''No mother, just some monkeys.'' He was unsure why he had lied. He could see she was trapped and uncertain about how to descend. ''Here, take my hand'' He whispered to her stretching across, as she looked at him petrified. Slowly, an inch at a time, she crawled toward him, trying not to look down, until she was near enough for him to grab her and pull her into his sinewy arms. Unconvinced that she had landed on safe ground she held him in a tight embrace till he could feel her heart beat wildly against his broad chest.

Along with Kashibai Peshwe this story is dedicated to all women who remained gracious in the face of heartbreak! The Peshwa wife, who was destined to live in the shadow of her husband Bajirao's achievements and valour, remained a faithful and stoic consort. She had no choice but to remain confined to the domestic arena which was presided over by her mother-in-law Radhabai while her husband expanded the Maratha Empire. There was public outrage over the growing influence of Mastani on Peshwa Bajirao and his decision-making. Kashibai had to endure her husband's growing neglect due to his obsession for Mastani. While he indulged in hedonistic pleasure with his lover Kashibai was left to face the ire of his mother and the orthodox Brahmin society of the time. Historians and playwrights have sung hosannas to the tragic Bajirao-Mastani romance, depicting it in novels, plays and films. None of them bothered to do justice to the suffering of his wife Kashi, instead wrongly accusing her of having participated in the torment of the lovers. Even the recent Bollywood film on the subject failed to highlight how Kashi nurtured and raised her stepson Samsher Bahadur after the demise of Bajirao-Mastani. This piece of work is an endeavour to set the record straight and give Kashibai Peshwe her due.

She was travelling along with the traders' caravan unaware that her role was to sweeten the deal between her father and his associate, he was assigned to protect the caravan. He encountered betrayal and abducted her in retribution, thus beginning an unlikely feudal love story in the desert.....

She grew up adoring him. Even after he drifted far due to circumstances the adulation continued. The fragrance of the night jasmine he planted to placate her left his mark. As she blossomed into a lissome maiden it filled her with a longing she could not bring herself to express- her feelings remained locked safe in the vault of her mind. Many tried to woo her but could never take his place, her heart belonged only to him! On the other hand he held vague memories of her, having left her far behind while she was still a child- his mother made sure no vestiges from the past would have any impact on his future, he had to live up to his influential pedigree. The elite boarding school, the internship abroad, the Ivy league education- a carefully charted path well-colluded to ensure that the Shekhawat fortunes would soar like a phoenix. There was too much at stake, she carefully groomed him to take over the business empire as he was their ultimate gilt-edged investment. She was a Sanyal before she became a Shekhawat-the daughter of a successful corporate Moghul, and soon realised that she must prevail before the clan had another opportunity to squander the ancestral wealth with their whims and a myopic vision. She vetted everything-who Randhir made friends with, whom he dated, who his business acquaintances were, what blue chip companies he put the money in- in the hope that he would never stray from the path to success, unlike his father before him. Little did Renuka Shekhawat know that destiny once writ is unlikely to unravel, you cannot always make the future your slave. What will happen when the two young people meet again, this time playing very different roles unlike those in their childhood?

She was a Lecturer.......... He was an actor........... She found happiness in small small things....... He found happiness in larger than life surprises........... He belonged to the world of glamour........... Her world was her books........ Attachment, care, sincerity, love was what she had........ "Personal Space" was what he needed........ What happens when worlds of these two different poles are brought together when they are tied in conjugal bond of marriage.........will " love bloom" in their relationship......or "Space" will create a distance between them...........Join this beautiful journey of Randhir and Sanyukta...........Will they ever become "Sandhir"...............? This is my first FF...........and its purely fictional and has no relations to the real life people........initially I planned to write it on Parsh but I think that storyline is more apt for Sandhir...........hope you like it.............

"Your love is as pure as your name Jamuna." he said as he kissed her temples. "And that is what I'm afraid of." She murmured back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jamuna , the only girl child of an ordinary brahmin family, did the unthinkable. She fell in love. She fell in love with a prince, who conquered her kingdom by defeating their just king. But in this medieval period where orthodoxy thrived will the flower of their pure and innocent love blossom. Or will their love be murdered like always.

Dhruv Singh Rathore a handsome, smart and caring person. The perfect definition of prince charming. A mature and sensible person. Akariti Nanda her name itself is enough to pass a shiver in her employees. A successful businesswoman. She is smart, witty and extremely talented but arrogant and reserved. She doesn't like people interfering in her business. What will happen when the workoholic Dhruv falls in love with Aakriti at the very first sight considering her to be naive and innocent? How will he react when he will get to know about her bold and arrogant side? Will he be able to win the heart of committment phobic Akariti?

Nikhil Malhotra is a 29 years old Dubai based Pipeline Engineer from India, who is devilishly handsome, an arrogant guy. He was in love with Aleia, an Emirati girl but had to break up because of religious issue from both side of parents. Since then his mom is calling him to Mumbai to get married. But his arrogant self is not listening to her. Shivani Anand is 26 years old who is very calm, innocent and studious girl. She is currently doing her Ph.D. from a prestigious university from Mumbai. She is living a very simple life though she lives in Mumbai, the city of dreams. What will happen when Nikhil's maternal Aunt choose Shivani for Nikhil? Will Nikhil come to Mumbai to marry a girl who is very simple who doesn't know the other things other than her books? Will Nikhil agree to marry her? Started: 05/05/2021

People says His Highness, King Adhiksit Singh Sisodiya is an extraordinarily intelligent, brilliant in business, carries a dominating aura and lastly he has a sarcastic nature. But no one knows that he can go to any extent to protect his family and his people. Fighting against the enemy of his childhood, protecting his family and making his own identity, amidst all this he unknowingly walks on the path of love which is as beautiful as thorny roses. He knows she has her own problems, fear and insecurities for which she pushes him away. He knows she is lying, hiding something which he needs to know. But he doesn't realize that she is the part of a dangerous game, the same game which he has to win. Among all this chaos, will he ever able to conquer his love? Will he able to protect his family? And most importantly will he be successful to win against his enemies? .................. He knows she can never love him like he does because his love is inimitable.