The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

Vikram Singhania is a genius and monster. As the right hand man and son of the Chief minister of Madhya Pradesh, his lack of feelings is a blessing, not a curse - until his father forces him to marry for the sake of the family and the political career. Nandini Roy , an innocent and kind girl who hates politics and politicians , always dreamed of happily ever after. She is set to be married until her world turns upside down , when she meets Vikram. A man incapable of emotions and is scarred by the past - an arranged forced marriage with the potential to unite, or destroy... Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy X sunshine Second chance My wife moments Touch her & die Obsessive ml

~"She counts stars like secrets, and he speaks in silences she can't quite understand." Yamira Devayan has always lived in a world a little different from everyone else's - a world full of stars, moonlight, and butterflies. she's autistic, with her childlike wonder and gentle heart, she paints emotions she doesn't always understand. Disowned by her mother and sheltered by her father, the daughter of a powerful politician has learned to live quietly - even if the world refuses to see her beyond her autism. Nobody buys her art. Nobody believes in her dreams. Everyone either pities her or walks away. Except him. Kairav Solanki is everything Yamira isn't - a rising star in the political world, sharp-tongued, charming, and deeply grounded in the chaos of reality. He never cared for art, or stars, or the quiet beauty of things... until her. Their marriage was never supposed to be real - a deal for the cameras, a political strategy dressed as love. But fate has other plans. And in a world full of broken promises and pretend emotions, sometimes, the quietest hearts carry the loudest storms. A story of stars, politics, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Not every love story is written to last. But some are written to be felt.

I ran away because I couldn't bear the thought of staying with someone who had betrayed me. Kayden Hawkins, my best friend and the guy I thought I would marry, knocked up Amber Smith during our high school graduation, so I fled our small town, I fled the heartbreak and pain. Ten years later, I'm back in town, and now everything has changed.

L&M #2 - STAND ALONE NOVEL ⚠️SAMPLE ONLY⚠️ Mithran Yadav had a plan! Get married to his dear friend and lead a peaceful married life. Plans are ought to be changed. Either willingly or by destiny. And here destiny played a game and brought Chaahat in. Chaahat had closed herself off to any kind of love and attachment. What happens when daredevil Mithran is adamant on breaking all the walls protecting her? Mithran and Chaahat are tied by the sacred bond called marriage. How love grows is yet to be seen. Cover credits : ad_aditirathore ⚠️SAMPLE ONLY⚠️

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

A short story of a girl name jyoti. Start:-16 march 2025 Ended:16 march 2025

"Please rahabji leave me ,I'll obey u as long as I live ,please please i beg u don't kill me"a fragile girl was terabely crying and hanging in air by her neck, the man holding her by her neck had no emotion in his eyes,he's just looking at the poor girls struggle to escape "sorry sweetheart ,this is the only choice left,and I'm gona miss u so much ,good bey love" saying this he left her neck from his hold "aaahhhh"the girl fell of the cleft close to death r may b away from these monsters torture . who r they? Y that man kill that girl?what relation do they share? Rahab singhania,a monstrous being ,evil ,ruthless, arrogant short tempered awa handsome as devil.the one and only supreme commander of Asia continent. The Mafia's dangerous boss Meeti ,an ordinary girl of 18,innocent sweet and golden hearted girl.an orphan,love to sing and a selfless sacrificing natured .

Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman

We have heard many love stories where there is a hero, a heroine and a villian. The hero protects the heroine from the villian, at the end kills him and wins But the tables are going to turn now. This is a love story of a villian, a criminal As people says 'villians aren't born,they're made' So let's know how this villian is made . . . . . ps: this story is influenced by the bollywood movie 'ek villian' The dialogue delivery will be same There are scenes too which I made up on my own