🪷🪷🪷🪷 A story came from heart... Uhalo bathikey ammayi rasina katha... Raghuveer Aravidu (27) - The self-made CEO of the Aravidu Empire and the feared Mafia King of India. Cold, ruthless, disciplined, and emotionally detached, he speaks only when necessary and trusts very few. A workaholic who doesn't believe in love, marriage, or God, he dislikes unnecessary human touch, especially from women. A one-woman man with no past relationships, he is merciless to his enemies but never harms innocents. From Telangana state Inturi Siyaanshi (22) - A primary school teacher from a middle-class family in Hyderabad. Kind-hearted, innocent, responsible, and deeply devoted to her family, she hides her insecurities behind a gentle smile. A hopeless romantic and a Wattpad lover, she dreams of a love like her fictional heroes. A devoted follower of Lord Shri Ram, she believes marriage is sacred and values lifelong commitment above everything. A loyal one-man woman with no past relationships. From Telangana state Before you begin reading, please don't skip the character descriptions. 💌 The above are only short introductions. The complete personalities, backstories, and traits of each character are explored gradually throughout the story. Reading their descriptions first will help you understand their actions, emotions, and the journey ahead much better.💖 TROPES Cold hearted × Kind hearted Emotionless × Emotional Grumpy × Sunshine Mafia × Teacher Rich × Middle class Accidental Marriage One woman man One man woman Telugu (English Translation) Fell first and harder ~ find out in the story 📌** ALL THE PICTURES ARE TAKEN FROM PINTRST AND AI**

|| 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 of " 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 " || 𝐒𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞, ______________ Meera, a young widow, is branded a bad omen and shunned by society. Her life is filled with sorrow and loneliness , 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨? Dive into the story to discover... ____ Warning ⚠️ This story contains mature scenes, abusive language, and themes that may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed only if you are prepared to experience an intense, emotional journey.

In the timeless streets of Banaras, a young Chief Minister lives behind a mask of power-cold, disciplined, and distant, trusted by millions but known by none. Late at night, away from cameras and politics, his guarded voice softens during secret phone calls with a girl he has never seen. She is cheerful, talkative, and full of life, yet deeply alone, finding warmth in conversations that make her small world feel less empty. They fall in love "without knowing what is love" through voices, pauses, and shared silences, hiding their real lives from each other. She doesn't know he rules the state. He doesn't know how fragile her smile truly is. When fate finally forces them to meet, it happens in a wild and dangerous moment-one wrong decision, one chaotic night in Banaras that could expose everything. As truth creeps closer, suspense hangs heavy: when the cold man of power meets the girl who made him feel human, will love survive the shock of reality-or collapse under it? ✅ important note: this is sequal of my already complete story "wrong number." you can read this story before reading the sequal or you can read it only, it's your choise. you can understand the story without reading the first one but let me tell you the wrong number was the story of "Krishiv and Arohi" who fell in love with each other in call and the sequal is the story about their daughter finding love so it's up to you, you wanted to read the wrong number or not.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Everything between them sparked due to the very own "slurp" sound Ansh produced in his hunger hunting for milk. At first, the glances were barely of acquaintance then of awkward moments which turned to understandable language, later it became the feeling, "LOVE 💕" , which both of them never anticipated in their life. Mostly the universe plays a huge role in bringing two souls towards their destined partner but in Abhimann and Shivanya's life Ansh is their universe.

Six years ago, Nayantara walked away...and took Veer Raizada's belief in love with her. Once known for his charm, his reckless affairs, and women falling at his feet, Veer had never believed in forever. Relationships were distractions. Beauty was temporary. Feelings were dangerous. What he had with Nayantara wasn't love either - it was loneliness disguised as attachment. Toxic. Messy. Doomed. But their broken relationship left him with one beautiful miracle. His daughter......Nisha Raizada. And for the first time in his life, Veer wanted to be better. Not a flirt. Not a sinner. Not the man his past defined him as. But a good father. Now juggling work, family responsibilities, and frequent travel, Veer searches for a live-in nanny - someone to care for Nisha while he struggles to balance the life he never thought he deserved. He expects efficiency. Discipline. Experience. He doesn't expect her. Meera patil.....A quiet woman in simple kurtas and jeans. No makeup. No glamour. Half her face hidden behind a dupatta. Eyes that avoid mirrors. Scars she never talks about. A divorcee. A survivor of a bad marriage. A woman who stopped believing she was beautiful long ago. Yet on the very first day... Nisha runs into her arms like she's known her forever and Veer finds himself watching. Not because she's stunning. Not because she tries to impress him. But because she's gentle. Safe. Real. For a man who once chased perfect faces, he now finds his heart drawn to the one woman who hides hers. As a scarred past meets a scarred soul, two broken people slowly discover something neither of them thought they deserved- Not desire, Not obsession. But quiet, healing love. Because sometimes...the most beautiful hearts are the ones the world tried hardest to break.

A young girl, orphaned and raised by her uncle, secretly loves her neighbour who instead falls for her cousin sister. Bound by family duty, she later married his elder brother silently buring her fellings while fate ties their lives together in bittersweet irony.....

His Home. Her Healer. Abhiram He was only seven when life abandoned him. Too young to understand, too broken to resist, he was left with nothing but silence. For years he waited, hoping the family who left him behind would return. They never did. Hope slowly died, leaving scars he buried beneath a mask of cheer. The world saw his laughter, but no one saw the emptiness within. And then came her... Sitara. She was everything he was not...cherished, adored, the very heartbeat of her family and friends. Born into love, she carried sunshine in her smile and strength in her spirit. She could endure pain with grace, yet protect fiercely when it came to the people she loved. Where Abhiram carried silence, Sitara carried light. Where he hid his wounds, she poured love. When their worlds collided, friendship blossomed into something deeper. To Abhiram, Sitara became the home he had been searching for all his life. She was warmth, belonging, and the family he never knew. Like her name, she shone in his darkness, a star he never wanted to lose. Together, they promised forever. But promises can break. One day, without a word, Abhiram disappeared leaving Sitara shattered, drowning in unanswered questions, staring at dreams turned to dust. Years passed. Fate, relentless and unyielding, brought them face-to-face again. But time had changed them both. Now it was his turn to fight...for her trust, for her love, for the healing she desperately needed. Two hearts scarred by time. Two souls bound by love. Would destiny give them a second chance or tear them apart again? Because sometimes, home is not a place but a person. And sometimes, the only true healer... is love. . . Peek into the story to witness love, pain, and healing......

She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.

She was a widow, a mother, and a woman who never asked for a second chance. He was the King of Jaipur, a man who ruled empires with power in his veins and scars in his heart. When Meera's groom runs away on the day of her wedding, whispers threaten to drown her family in shame. But fate twists cruelly, and Aryan Singh Rathore-cold, commanding, and unwilling-becomes her husband. Not out of love, not even out of duty, but out of compulsion. "To me, you're just a namesake wife," he warns, his eyes carrying the weight of a past he refuses to reveal. Caught between the innocence of her little daughter and the arrogance of a man who despises the very idea of marriage, Meera must learn to survive in the gilded cage of the Rathore mansion. But what happens when forced vows begin to stir emotions neither of them expected? Can a reluctant king and a broken queen find love in a marriage built on nothing but duty?