🌅 Two different worlds. One ticking clock. A love they never saw coming. 🌅 Twenty-seven-year-old Tanu didn't cross oceans for romance. She moved from India to Barcelona for exactly one year to find her freedom. Fiercely independent, bluntly honest, and armed with a sarcastic sense of humor, she is perfectly happy on her own. She just wants sunlit streets, strong coffee, and a life completely on her own terms. She definitely didn't plan on Adriàn. At thirty-two, Adriàn is everything Tanu usually avoids. He is a highly successful, Spanish businessman who is stern, emotionally guarded, and completely married to his work. Worse, he's a known womanizer, using casual encounters to keep anyone from getting too close. He has no time for real attachment, and zero patience for a temporary expat. It's grumpy meets sunshine. Fire meeting ice. But Barcelona has a way of blurring the lines. What starts as a clash of personalities slowly shifts. But the clock is ticking. Tanu is leaving in a year. Will their cultural differences and the ocean between them tear them apart? Or can a slow-burn love, built on borrowed time, actually last forever? 💫 ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ 📌 What to expect in this book: ☕ Slow-burn romance (The real kind. Respect and friendship first!) ☀️ Grumpy x Sunshine dynamic ✈️ Overseas romance with an expiration date

"He was the man everyone wanted. She was the one secret he couldn't survive." Shanvi Arora is 23, quiet, bookish, and almost painfully ordinary. She keeps to herself, hides behind her glasses, and has always been more comfortable with pages than people. There is far more beneath her shy smiles and awkward silences than anyone around her could ever imagine. Mohit Sharma is 32, confident, charming, and the kind of man people notice without him trying. But beneath the effortless charm is a softer, more emotional man who wants something real. And for some reason, the one woman who barely seems to notice him is the one he can't stop thinking about. What begins as friendship slowly turns into lingering looks, stolen touches, undeniable chemistry, and a desire neither of them knows how to ignore. But when Mohit's life is suddenly threatened by an unknown stalker, their growing relationship becomes tangled in secrets, suspicion, and a dangerous game neither of them fully understands. Some games are meant to be played, some are meant to be survived.

They say love gets better with time but no one tells you what happens when it keeps leaving. Ruchi's first love arrives quietly and stays just long enough to teach her how deeply she can feel. It is innocent, hopeful, and full of promises whispered between stolen moments. She believes love, once found, is meant to stay until she learns that wanting something badly doesn't always make it last. The second time, love feels undeniable. This isn't chance. it feels orchestrated and almost divine. As if the universe itself is making up for what it once took from her. Certain, intense, and all-consuming, this is the love Ruchi is sure was meant to last. The one she believes she should hold on to, no matter what. This is it. Or so she tells herself. And then comes the question of a third. Is this where Ruchi holds on to the love she was certain was meant to last? Or will another knock arrive. One that finally explains why love had to test her twice? And if it does, will she open the door... or turn away from it forever? Third Time Is a Lucky Charm is an emotionally charged story of love, belief, and the fragile space between fate and choice.

"I was told not to laugh too loudly-it didn't suit the family." "Someone suggested I change the way I signed my name after marriage." "They discussed my food preferences in a family meeting-without me in the room." None of these moments ended a marriage. None of them caused a scene. And none of them were ever spoken about again. This book begins in those moments. Reasons Why Women Should Not Get Married in India is a non-fiction collection of real, short stories told by women across generations who encountered the strange, uncomfortable, and quietly disorienting realities of marriage. Their marriages were not disasters. Many were stable. Some were loving. But all of them came with small incidents that carried big meanings-moments that made these women pause and wonder when, exactly, they had begun disappearing. Each chapter presents a "reason," not as an argument, but as a lived experience: the comments passed casually at family dinners, the expectations that arrive without discussion, the subtle reshaping of personality, preferences, body, colour, voice, and behaviour. These are not dramatic confessions. They are everyday truths-easy to dismiss, impossible to forget. This is not a book against marriage. It acknowledges that many women build happy, fulfilling partnerships. But it also insists that the quieter discomforts the ones that don't look serious enough to protest deserve to be documented. Intimate, unsettling, and deeply familiar, this book gives language to experiences women usually share only in whispers. It asks no one to reject marriage. It simply asks readers to notice what is usually overlooked. Because sometimes, the strangest parts of marriage are also the most telling.

🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤 ✦ Balraj ✦ The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy. Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Meera ✦ The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them. When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent. She hid it well. She had to. Because weakness was not for women like her. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster." Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy. Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into. Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain. Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫