𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

The edited version of this story is now available on Kindle . But this is the Raw version and you are welcome to it. Jenna Bradshaw's life looks perfect from the outside-a comfortable home, a successful husband, and two grown children. But beneath the surface, her world is crumbling. Over decades of quiet sacrifices, Jenna has lost herself, her voice drowned out by a loveless marriage, dismissive children, and the judgment of her husband's elitist family. She has become invisible in her own life, a shadow of the hopeful young artist she once was. When her best friend Sasha tragically dies in a car accident, leaving behind two foster children, Jenna is forced to confront the harsh truths of her existence. While taking on the care of Leah and Dylan, Jenna begins a journey of self-discovery and renewal, reigniting her passion for art and finding strength in her independence. However, her decision to walk away from her marriage is met with resistance from her husband, Troy, and their children, who fail to see the quiet pain she has endured for years. As Jenna builds a new life, she learns to confront her past, embrace her grief, and reclaim her identity. Along the way, she discovers that resilience lies in allowing herself to be vulnerable and in daring to demand the love and respect she deserves. Will Troy learn his lesson or is this goodbye forever?

A Periodic,after marriage love story.. (💖 Happy ending alert 💖) When a handsome, ruthless, and valiant Chief General Commander marries a girl who is soft-spoken and gentle but possesses deep strength of character, she aspires to become a physician. Main characters:- Parvateshwar Singh Rathore:- Royal chief General commander (Senapati). He is a valiant general ,who is reserved by his soldiers and feared by his enemies for his unmatched prowess on the battlefield. His demeanor is ruthless,his actions are well calculated and precise,showing no mercy to those who dared threaten his homeland . Emotionless on the battlefield, he remains focused solely on the mission at hand ,his bravery unmatched by any other.For him THE protection of his motherland is not just a priority but a scared duty. At a very tender age he was thrown in the battlefield that was surrounded by ruthless enemies ,So for him feelings like love and caring were foreign until he got married. Ayurvati Singh Rathore:- Wife of Parvateshwar The wife of Senapati, she embodies the epitome of compassion with her soft spoken nature and gentle demeanor. She aspires to be a physician but was married to Parvateshwar. She excludes kindness and warmth. Inspite being soft spoken Ayurvati posses a strong personality refusing to tolerate Injustice. When called upon she fearlessly takes a stand for herself. Will this martial union result in the bloom of love, or will it break over the course of time?

A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap

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)

Prologue Prayagraj! The city of Sangam! The city where "their" lives stumbled upon each other, and every heavenly entity froze to witness their extraordinary confluence. Meet Arjun Singh Shekhawat,a single glare from him and you would know what the phrase "cold shivers" actually means.A twenty- six year old man with a face so beautiful that would even put the angels to shame.Tall? Absolutely. Muscular? Without a doubt. Arrogant? You bet. An ACP officer? Check that off too. He was all business, all the time. But life had a surprise in store for him - one that was about to challenge his tough exterior in ways he never saw coming. And then there's Avani Shree, a twenty year old med student who knows her way around a hospital as much as she knows her way around a sarcastic retort.Dare to mess with her or her loved ones and you would find yourself in hell- her hell. Behind her cool and playful exterior is a brain of Maa Sarswati, strength of Maa Durga and temper of Maa Kali,she has all the power to burn you down to ashes. When fate tosses ACP Arjun and Avani together, it's a clash of personalities like no other. Their witty comebacks turn into a game of tag that's about to lead them somewhere they've never been before. But wait, here's the twist: With every sarcastic remark,curse and heated glance towards each other,they are also about to exchange something which is "beautifully stupid". Amidst the dangers lurking around and the dark shadows of the past- a rose is blossoming.A rose so beautiful and pure that the thorns growing with it- on it is slowly losing its significance. But, could this be true? Are thorns that easy to be outshined by a single rose?Or are they going to evolve into something far more dangerous and agonizing? And so begins a tale of unexpected bonds and hearts that refuse to be ignored. Get ready for a journey that'll make you smile, laugh, blush and maybe shed a tear or two. Because some stories do start with- a kick at first sight.

She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

If Shrishti's life was a novel, she would have been called the Cannon Fodder. She was the girl who fell in love with the male lead. She came between the male lead and female lead and created trouble between them. She was the adversary whose destruction led to their happily ever after. When Shrishti has a chance to do over her life, she finally decides to give up on Male lead, the guy she obsessed on since her school days. But now that she has given up on him, what to do with her life? She has no purpose or aim in her life as till now, all she wanted was to marry him. Faced with such uncertainty, Shrishti decides to pave a new way for herself and rediscover who she was without the male lead. This was her chance to relive her life and have her own journey. So why the heck is she suddenly the female lead with two men, including her past love of her life, vying for her, while the former female lead has become the cannon fodder? What? Shrishti has no idea what is happening in her life anymore. Read as Shrishti tries to make better decisions in her second life all the while trying to avoid her past lover only to be pulled into a new quagmire of her own making.