Baani Agnihotri 23 year old studying Architecture, gets suddenly Married to her Childhood Friend Om Upadhyay(28) who is orthopaedic doctor. No She is not a replaced Bride nor he is a replaced Groom, The marriage happens with consent but still Sudden ! Would Baani and Om be able to manage this pure bond of marriage or would they end up apart? Would Om be able to heal Baani from something he never broke? Trope - Marriage, best Friends to Lovers, Brother's Best friend, Sudden Marriage, Slow burn, steamy romance, Romcom ! #indian 15th Rank #india 88th Rank #marriage 120 Rank #forced marriage rank 18 #romance rank 70 #Rank 2 in marriage-of-convenience #marriage #forced #slowburn #lovers #romance #Rank 2 in marriage #rank 3 in India #rank 1 in indian #rank 3 in forcedmarriage

Aditya Chandrasekhar 34 year old handsome and brooding village President....got married to a 23 year old diya Krishnan a teacher in an undeniable situation.... Hope you all like it....

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

||A south indian cross cousin love story|| 🌸 Note: In certain South Indian traditions, marriage between a girl and her mother's brother's son (cross-cousin) is a culturally accepted and legally valid practice in India. Ezhil x Kayalvizhi Kayalvizhi grew up with one dream, that one day she would marry Arjun. He was her first love, her childhood promise, her everything. Their families had always spoken about it like it was written in the stars. So when the wedding was finally fixed, her heart overflowed with happiness. She didn't care about a big career or chasing ambition. Being his wife was enough. But fate had other plans. Just hours before the wedding, Arjun leaves without a word, making her shattered at the edge of a life that no longer makes sense. In the midst of heartbreak, confusion, and family pressure, she is married off to his younger brother, Ezhil, the charming professor who had loved her in silence since childhood. Kayal enters this new marriage numb and unwilling. But Ezhil never asks for her love, only her peace. He gives her space, encourages her to study, to grow, to dream again. Slowly, through his kindness, she begins to find herself. The girl who once only wanted love begins to chase a future of her own, one her father had always wished for her. One she never thought she was strong enough to build. And somewhere in the quiet rhythm of their new life, shared in silence, in the way he saw her strength when she couldn't, her heart began to heal. She didn't realize when it started, but with every gentle word, every steady presence, every look that held more care than expectation, She began to fall in love again, not all at once, but slowly. Softly. Unexpectedly. Beautifully. Not with the boy she once dreamed of, But with the man who had loved her all along, quietly, patiently, completely.

When Silence Spoke Kayal, a mute young woman, dreams of nothing more than a simple life where she is seen, heard, and loved. But in her parents' home, she is little more than a servant. And when she's married off unwillingly to Madhan - a man broken by his own unfulfilled love - she finds herself trapped in another prison. A tender, heart-wrenching tale of guilt, redemption, and the quiet power of love - When Silence Spoke will stay with you long after the final page.🌼

🌙✨ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 '𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪' ✨🌙 "𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒂-𝒆-𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒" 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆..... 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 🥀 𝗭𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 🥀 He was a man who never believed in distractions until she walked in and the world blurred around her presence. He knew he had no right to want her, yet his heart kept whispering her name in every silent prayer. 🥀 𝗔𝘆𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻 🥀 She had dreams, boundaries, and a life set on a different path. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission, it just quietly becomes the only thing that feels right. Some love stories are soft, some are stormy-but this one? It's a surrender 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑶𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒊... 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂. ~𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌

Some may think , Money is the ultimate thing . Those people measure everything - Relations , Status , Respect with Money. For some it was a mere Paper , a means to buy something or a tool required for survival in the present world . KARTHIK - A Man born to a humble father and a loving mother in a village. SAHANA - A Woman born to an Arrogant father and a emotionally dead mother in a city. Let's get into the story to see how these two lives get connected with each other by sacred bond of marriage. Marriage... Is it love? Arranged ?? Forced ??? Update schedule Daily 1 update @ morning ... If the given target achieved, 1 update @ night ...

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power? Cover by - @_crescent_tales