He was the Moon's Dark Comet, and served Her anger. For the accumulated sins of our kind, he had been unleashed. I was an Oracle, the Balance-Keeper, to see that the Comet did not sway from its intended trajectory. We had always been these things, and we were those things before we were anything else. Complete trust and faith were for fools. /********* This is now a sample of a published book. *************/

Link to Book 1:- https://www.wattpad.com/story/106663751-married-to-my-best-friend-s2 (Chapter 1 to Chapter 79) This season is completely different from season1.... The story of two bffs, Anah and Reyhan. Inseparable since childhood, they were best of friends. Always by each other's side, looking out for each other. The bond of their friendship strengthened as they enter adulthood. But one wrong judgment lands Anah in a fix. Join the journey of the two friends, Anah Malik and Reyhan Siddiqui....

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?

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.

'I dare you, kiss that football' 'I.... kiss that chasmish...that football...yuck' I was appalled. 'I double dare you...' Ruchi challenged me. I bit my lower lip, she had double dared me. Now I will have to do this. Aleesa was a carefree, impulsive teen with a bit of attitude problem. Little did she know that her immaturity will be costing her and others around her a lot. That one dare, though done with the intension of fun, changed three lives and one relationship. One of Aleesa Siddiqui, her brother Adnan Siddiqui and Riad Nawab Ali. Once a strong friendship now turned into a bitter rivalry between the two boys. 15 years later, when Aleesa got a project, once again she came come face to face with the chasmish. Only now, the ugly duckling had transformed into a drop-dead gorgeous swan.

Ahyan is a twenty-nine-year-old youngest entrepreneur, he achieved everything his father had wished for. Being ambitious lad he wanted more. Venturing to Paris he meets his past... Mahdia is twenty-three-year-old young small time business woman running her own café in a small suburb in Paris. Mahdia's love for cooking helped her establish her own café. Mahdia single-handedly is managing her café and her nine-year-old niece- Mariam. What happens when their lives meet? There is sparks and passion between Ahyan and Mahdia with one thread binding them- Mariam Siddiqui....