Stoic and at peace, Divit Saxena weaves threads of patience, believing in the power of silence, when Avanti Bisht, a whirlwind of chaos, enters his life, injecting vibrant shades into his existence and changing his perspective for the better. As Avanti reveals her true self, Divit grapples with the complexities entangling his heart. Will they find solace in each other or crumble beneath the weight of their shattered expectations? Will Avanti and Divit rise above their shattered dreams and forge a new path together? Or will they succumb to the forces that threaten to tear them apart? __________________ She is the chaos of raindrops caressing the arid land. He is the tranquillity of the night's hushed silence. She holds beauty beneath the ugliest scars. He embodies the melancholy that grips a wilting rose. They meet. They survive.

Winner of Wattpad India Awards 2020 (Judge's Choice) in the New Adult category. ~*~ "The lights are cheeky, you can't live without them, and yet if you get too close, they'll blind you. Darkness? Well it doesn't cheat. It's cool and soothing. It's reliable." ~*~ Madhulika Thakur thought it would be a good break from work when she agreed to visit the countryside. After all, someone needed to sort out the property her family owned there, and real estate was her forte. What she didn't expect was to be engulfed by a landslide of issues just waiting to be addressed. She must navigate her way through the mess of a fragile social fabric, complex caste equations and the sheer helplessness of the people she never knew worked for her; all the while trying to regain the trust of a long-abandoned old friend. For the first time in her life, she must choose between what she wants and what is right. ~.~ Cover by @chaashnee

[ Already Completed In Scrollstck ] Both of them were fragments of a once-whole existence, shattered by life, love, and the weight of their scars. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their hearts, a tiny spark of hope appeared- a child. Eklavya Nene, a single father navigating the stormy seas of parenthood, found himself struggling to be everything his son needed, especially the tender, nurturing presence of a mother. His divorce had left him fractured, and the idea of letting another woman into his life was daunting. But for the sake of his son, Amogh, he had to find a way. Unnati Kothari carried the weight of a troubled past, one that had led her to view men as nothing more than monsters. However, a deep-seated desire to become a mother persisted within her. When she met little Amogh through a mutual friend, her world shifted; the boy's laughter and innocence touched something in her, awakening dreams she thought she had buried forever. Brought together by the gentle nudges of friends and family, Eklavya and Unnati agreed to a marriage of convenience, each committing to the role of a parent for a child who needed more than either could provide alone. Yet, love- true, uncharted, and profound- remained an elusive mystery to them both. Could two souls so deeply marred by their pasts find the courage to trust and to heal? Would they ever allow their hearts to open and let love in, not just as parents to Amogh but as partners to each other? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language, sexual content, abuse/ violence, and trauma. ------ One of the books from the 'Mad Love' series. It can be read as a standalone ------ [Updates on- Tuesday and Friday: 4 pm IST] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 200K to 250K] ----- © 2024 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞ ───※ ·❆· ※─── Kabir and Meher Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burning in the pain of love. Where one is aware of the other's pain, the other absolutely has no idea what the former has been through. Both are opaque as a thick mist, nobody can ever figure out what is going on in their mind. It is their favourite hobby to avoid each other. Because if they are together, there will be nothing but ashes. But when they're thrown into a marriage of convenience, it takes every fibre of their souls to hold back the new emotions that they feel towards each other. With a killer on the loose, their dangling relationship takes a test of time as the past rises up from the dead. Well, the results are just as similar to their dynamics- intense and full of heartbreaks. Will the flames burn what they already have or give rise to something new? Copyright © akiimarvelous 2022 This amazing cover is made by @NattKuznetsov Featured on Romance - Fake and Arranged Relations Trigger/Content Warning: Elements of violence, abuse, graphic descriptions of death, mental health issues, mention of sexual abuse and rape, mature scenes and other triggering issues. Please read only if you're comfortable and the story is marked to be MATURE.

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

The worst mistake that Sneha could do was to save a girl from getting assaulted. That is because the girl whom she saved was none other than the sister of the Mafia boss of Mumbai. Turned out that the mafia boss started doubting Sneha for being an accomplice of the assault. But, when her innocence was revealed, the unfortunate had already happened. The mafia boss had developed a beautiful infatuation with her. And, he would not stop until she is his. This is the story of Sneha, who comes from a humble family and wants to have a simple life. But, life threw her straight into the arms of a lively hurricane...the boss of Mumbai Mafia. How will she try to free herself from the chains of the man who is determined to have her in his life? Or will she succumb to his passionate desires? (Regular Updates) {Beginning: 1 Oct 2021}

"What the hell??" I shouted watching him standing at the door all smirking "Won't you invite me inside?" He asked me with a smirk dancing on lips I am about to bang the door on his face and stopped on track listening to my brother "Mr. Kohli what a surprise please welcome", my brother invited him into the house saying 'sorry' for my act He entered the house not taking his eyes of me which made me gulp the lump in my throat and many questions raising in my head.. Who is he? Why is he behind me? Join the Journey of two people who fought many battles in their past, faced struggles and trying to find their missing pieces.... Blessed with an absolutely unexpected miracle which made them together. Now all they should do is balance their stubbornness, confusion and differences to take Every step Together....

"Lo." (Here/Take) said the man before passing her the tea. "Why don't you walk home? The bus might be half an hour late because of the weather." He suggested. "I live far Bhaiya." She muttered, her voice coming out shivery. Taking another sip of the hot tea she added, "Rohini road, I live there." The man seemed confused, so she continued, "Rohini sector 1--" she was rudely stopped by a male's deep angry voice on her ear. "Are you crazy? You're telling a complete stranger your damn address! Look around you!" the male whisper yelled in her anger. The voice seemed familiar, but she hide her mouth under the cup, drinking her tea slowly as she gulped. Raising her lashes she met a very familiar eyes. Those eyes showing the same emotions to her like they always did. Anger. But this time she noticed frustration as well. "Rahul" (Rohan) she whispered, shocked written all over her face.Gripping the glass closer to herself quickly added, "Sir" seeing his angry eyes glaring at her. His lips closed into a thin line, not happy with her. The intense glare reminded her of her father. "Idiot." He muttered. Siya has ran away from her house to create a bright future for herself. Financially not stable, mentally broken and emotionally drained she lives her life sadly with no friends or family in the new city. Rahul (later named Rohan) was a typical good, mature guy. He's got great friends, a mother, a nice job but the one person he dreamt of marrying had moved on with another man. He's heartbroken but decides to live with a smile on his face for his mother. Oh, and he dislikes Siya's guts! Join the drastic, funny, emotional and angry ride of two different souls. Rahul (Rohan) Bhatt and Siya Joshi.

Four different people, four different stories, one lesson learnt.... Like they say: "Things are yet to happen.. Life is yet to go.. This is just a bend, not an end."

This story is about a relationships between a father and daughter. A wife and husband. And 2 best friend. "G-g-go" I stuttered moving back a little from his intense gaze on my whole body. I suddenly felt insecure and nervous seeing his fixed eyes on me. He looked scary. Not hearing an answer from him I started, "I-I'll s-sleep on the couch." There was no way I was going to share the same room as him after what he just did. I released a breath which I held in for god knows how long. Making a move to stand up from the bed, I was walking towards the couch only to jerk back on the bed from his strong pull. His hands were gripping on my wrists making me wince in pain. I tried to get out of his hold but couldn't, he was way too strong for me. Leaning closer to me I tried to move back only to fall on the bed. Seeing my state he took advantage of me by hovering over me, locking my small frame between his hands. An evil smirk played on his lips making me stiffen in fear. His eyes travelled down my body, intentionally I flinched. "Today's our wedding night Jaanvi." Came his husky voice before he nuzzled his face in my neck again. "I'm your husband." He bit my neck making a gasp escape from my mouth in pain. "K-k-kiaan. P-ple--" I begged hold in my tears only to reactive another bit from him. His hold on both my wrist was tight, there was no way I could run. The little respect I had for him died right there. "I'm your prince charming Jaanvi. Don't push this prince away." My eyes widened with tears running from the side of my eyes. My hands which were trying to get out of his hold were numb now. My mouth was opened in shock, his words freaked me out. How will two different souls become one? Follow the journey of two funny, crazy, loving and idiot souls, Jaanvi and Kiaan. From hating each other to falling in love deeply. But did they ever hate each other or was it just anger? { Warning- this book is emotional and funny at the same time!} MY FOURTH BOOK!