A sequel to The Player's SideChick (This book is not a standalone-read the first book to fully experience the story.) **** He destroyed everything that ever mattered... including her. Now, haunted by the wreckage of his own making, he's on a path of redemption. She was the one thing he never meant to lose, and the one thing he's determined to fight for. This is his story. His regret. His grovel. And maybe... his second chance. But winning her back won't be easy. She's no longer the girl who loved him blindly. She's stronger now, guarded, and not willing to be anyone's second choice, not again. He'll have to prove he's changed. That the man who broke her heart is gone. This isn't just about forgiveness. It's about healing, redemption, and a love that refuses to die, no matter how many times it's been burned. This is the final chapter of their story.

A sequel to His Forbidden Entanglement. (You need to read the first book to understand this one. It cannot be read as a standalone.) *** She ripped a part of him a few years back, and now he's stuck in this messed-up maze, looking in all the wrong spots, desperate to patch up that missing piece. ***

"Khanak, we are going on a honeymoon. Why do you need all this when I'll be there with you?" he asked looking at the pepper spray and safety knife that his wife was about to put in her handbag. "That's the reason why I need these things. Because you'll be there with me," she replied by waving the pepper spray and safety knife infront of his face. ******************************************* "I am pregnant," she declared looking at him, waiting for his reaction. "Congratulations babe! You know what? Get rid of it," he said as if it was not at all a big deal. "How can you say this, Shaan? Its our baby." "I said get rid of it or I know how to get rid of you and this thing," he said angrily pulling her by her hair and pointing towards her stomach. ******************************************* It is a story of Shaan (aka Shantanu) and Khanak. Both, so close yet so far. So, join them in their journey of an "imperfectly perfect" love story.

"Do you really think I will accept your proposal? I may be naive but I am not an idiot." . . "Why Nupur? What's wrong with my proposal? Weren't you telling me two days ago how you would be always there beside me as my best friend? I am just asking for your help. Moreover, you have always been my saviour. Please don't leave me alone in this mess." . . "I wish it would be that easy for me. You are asking me something which I can't give you. A contract marriage. Are you insane? I...I can't marry you. No way. We are friends...and...." . . "Yes...yes...yes...we are friends. In fact, we have been best buddies since our childhood. So, it would be the best idea. Moreover, we won't be married forever. I will divorce you within 6 months. Please understand." . . . They have been two best friends since childhood. Nupur and Rishav. They have learnt to live their lives sharing with each other. As they are neighbours, it has always been easy for them to be with each other. Even their parents know how inseparable these two have been. However, Nupur fell in love with her best buddy as they grew up. But Rishav has feelings for his classmate, Rosie. She is the epitome of beauty and she loves to enjoy the attention of every boy. Typical love triangle, right? I know...it's really cliche. But the twist comes as Rosie insults him and rejects his proposal. In order to get revenge and make her realise his worth he gives Nupur a marriage proposal, with one condition. To get to know what happens next, join us in their weird journey.

Sometimes, life throws you enough continuous hits that you no longer see yourself the same. When that happens you have a choice to embrace the new version of yourself or change further. Going back is no longer an option. Leana and Nero. *** Just a heads up, the updates for Leanna's story will take a little longer. About 1-2 a week. I want to make sure I get their story right. This is based loosely off my own past and I hope to get the emotions across correctly***

Nishant Agnihotri is the new name in business industry. He is a 27 years old ambitious young man taking his family business on new heights, he is cold for others but love his family and close ones.He was in love with his best friend Akanksha from his college days. Kavya Mishra is a sweet and bubbly 22 years old college graduate.She loves her family and always wanted a simple life with a loving husband and 9 to 5 job to fulfill the basic happiness and also likes someone secretly but fate has other plans for her because life never goes as planned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Akanksha ran away from the wedding" Kavya was shocked after the elders declared that she will be the bride of nishant agnihotri when her cousin ran away. What is going to happen when there fate will collide at the most unexpected place and both will play there parts with there own sacrifices because they both can do anything for there family's happiness which is the only common thing between them. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

" I know what you must've done to get her to reject me. You're so absorbed in your selfishness that you forget about everything else. I curse the day I met you. ", Veer gritted through his teeth. Ira knew what he thought was wrong, what he assumed was entirely wrong but she chose silence as she had to keep her word. A word she had given to her best friend, the best friend her husband loved. •••••• " Why didn't you tell me she was back? How foolish was I to assume you would have changed from your jealous insecure self. ", Veer spewed the venomous words. " Maybe I am. ", Ira's eyes were filled up to the brim with tears. After what she had heard from her friend, she couldn't bring herself to face Veer anymore. " Well then it's better if you leave. ", Veer spoke with a broken heart. He wished for Ira to say something, anything but she only looked at him with tear filled eyes and left. ••••• " You ruined my life, Veer. Just because you wanted Shama to stay out of trouble. I shouldnt have been the one taking the blame. " " But I love you. " " Confession as insincere as yours are a dime a dozen. What I will never get back are my opportunities. I lost everything because of you. Yes I was a fool in love but not as big as you were. " ••••••• "Step back or I will have to use force.", cried Sindhuja drawing out her sword from the sheath. "You would dare kill a Prince?", smirked Annirudh. ******************************************** "Your Higness-",Sindhuja blurted with tears in her eyes. "One step forward and your entire family dies." ******************************************** "You are doing the same mistake you did five hundred years ago." ******************************************** Veer and Ira. Sindhuja and Kunwar Annirudh. The same pair woven into the tapestry of the universe twice. Why? For a do over. Will Veer repeat the same mistake? Or will he do the right thing this time?

Cara Westby: strong, stubborn and utterly broken. Her past has rendered her hateful towards men and uneasy towards children. That is, until she meets her 'husband' and his cute little son. Dominic Adam: Hot, rich, arrogant and unfeeling. Girls were always distraction for him until he met his so called wife he was supposed to divorce that day. One look and and this Aphrodite was already in his heart. And cherry on top was that she already had her as his wife. Would he let her now? No, Never. She looked puzzled by my question. "Were you expecting someone else? I can come later if it's a bad timing." "No." I said a little too loud. Then I cleared my throat to ease the awkwardness a little bit. "I mean this is as good time as any. But you are my wife?" I said incredulously. This is too good to be true. I'm already married to her. "On papers, yes." She said awkwardly. "That can be arranged." I smiled. It doesn't have to be just on papers anymore. "Right. So just accept my conditions. I don't want anything. Let's just sign the divorce papers." She said politely. "Actually baby girl, I meant being only married on the papers can be arranged. Let's forget the divorce." I said smiling. Now I'm happy divorce was not mentioned. She can't run away from me even if she wants to. She widened her eyes and looked at me incredulously. She looks so cute like this. Makes me wanna tease her even more. "What do you mean by forget divorce?" "I mean I'm not going to divorce you. Simple." I said like explaining it to a child. "What? But why? Everything is already preset. Just signing these papers are left." She took a deep breath and said. "The alimony is seriously not necessary." Alimony? Of course it's not necessary. After all, now that she is mine, everything that belongs to me naturally belongs to her. Why talk about a measly alimony?

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the blur of soft golden lights and the scent of fresh roses hanging heavy in the air. The room around her was beautifully decorated - delicate drapes, scattered petals, and a faint sound of wedding music still echoing in the distance. But something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Her breath caught in her throat. Why was she here? This wasn't her dream. This wasn't her day. It was her step-sister's wedding. So why was she the one waking up in this bridal chamber? Heart pounding, she turned toward the ornate mirror at the far end of the room. But the moment her eyes met her reflection, her world shattered. A strangled scream tore from her lips. The heavy door burst open, and people rushed in, gasping at the sight before them - horror etched on every face. But one pair of eyes didn't look shocked. One pair of eyes... burned with pure hatred. Still trembling, she turned again to the mirror. The black beaded mangalsutra around her neck didn't belong to her. The vermilion boldly streaked across her hairline was not hers to wear. It wasn't meant for her. It wasn't chosen for her. It wasn't wanted by her. It was meant for her step-sister. But now... it marked her - Aavya Verma. And in one cruel twist of fate, she was bound in a marriage she never chose, cloaked in a tradition that now felt like a curse. The vermilion on her forehead wasn't a symbol of love - it was a mark of betrayal, of forced destiny. She was never meant to be a bride. But she became one. Not by choice... Not by love... But by someone else's decision.

He pushed me against the wall hard but not hard enough to hurt me. "Christian!" I said loudly "Eliza." he replied calmly "I never said thank you for the gift." I then realised he was actually wearing it. I stared into his eyes again feeling uncomfortable in this position. I could feel my heart beating really fast. He was looking back at me with an emotion I couldn't read in them. He got closer and closer. his face was inches apart from mine. Oh my gosh. Is he gonna kiss me? --------------------------------------- Christian is the star player in her school's football team which automatically makes him the hearthrob of all the girls in her school. Throughout their years of friendship, Lizzy never once told a single soul about her feelings towards Christian. All hope she had vanished when he started going out with Bertha, the girl who changed them both... What happens after 10 years when they meet again but this time for an arranged marriage?