"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

Hurt is an inevitable part of our lives. There is no light without darkness. There is no success without failure. And, there is no love without hurt. It is only fair. At this point in my life, there are only days overflowing with hurt. These are the kind of days, when I try, hard, to recollect and cherish about the times when there was only love. Hurt had not existed back then. My name is Nandini. I am twenty seven years old. I am a doctor. I am married to Manik, my first love - six months ago. We have been separated for three months now. I am at that point in our relationship where I decide if I want to try harder or walk away. Fan-fiction on the lead pair from hit India daily soap Kaisi Yeh Yaariyan.

Well, the name of this book says it all, it is the story of our Very own #MaNan. Obviously, MaNan are best couple of ITV as we know, I don't have to describe what MaNan means for all #kyyian. So, this is the story of Manik and Nandini, tied in a sacred bond called Marriage, to be precise, an Arrange Marriage. What will be their relationship?? Will they be able to find their soulmate in themselves?? To know more about the story, you have to peep in another warmhearted story of MaNan. Guys, give this story a chance, I hope you all won't be disappointed. So, what are you waiting for, Go Ahead... #MananHamesha🌟 Cover Courtesy: @vaidehi1705 (wattpad ID) Manan___lovers (Instagram ID) ----------------------------------------------------

Our cute Manik and Nandini #Manan Peep in to know WARNING⚠️ This will be a mature book, will contain a lot of cursing

HOPE IS SCARIER THAN DEATH. *can be read as a general fiction* Life - Blink -death Don't forget to breathe while blinking. :) Welcome to the saga written in real world and not amongst the stars.✨ Nandani sees her world in white, Manik in red , the colour of love and blood. So what happens when her white meets red? The colour of love ... And Blood. P. S - Doctors are the worst patients :') Triggering Warning - There might be mentions of death and some other things .

Welcome! This is a collection one shots based on fictional onscreen couples. Book contains hot & mature content along with the strong language. (18+) Enjoy! ~ Reet ❣

Her body burned with unspoken desires, a hunger she never dared to name-until him. He was her sister's fiancé, forbidden, yet his touch ignited a fire deep inside her. In the quiet darkness, their worlds collided, breaths tangled, and temptation won. Love was never part of the plan... but neither was surrender.

Highly Mature content.. the one who can't hand..lesmut please stay away. And it's going to be BDSM story .. Pani shipper enjoy dominating Parth and submissive Niti .

It's story of a girl who is the craziest fan of the rockstar of the nation. Her only dream is to meet him just for once. Hence, she left her home. She left to live the dream of meeting her Rockstar, even it's just a glimpse. But will her dream be successful? Or destiny has some different plan for her? To get to know more, give it a look..