"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10

An arranged marriage love story set in the 1980s This is a soft romance story To the women who choose silence over speaking, Those who do not wish to survive, but are told to. To the men who carry the weight of responsibility, And stand bravely beside their loved ones. Two souls - one burdened by life, the other bound by duty. When traditions and dreams meet, destiny begins to unfold. ***************************************************** She dreams of becoming an doctor in life. He believes that sweetness can melt even the hardest hearts. Rajni Bansal, a 22-year-old quiet and determined girl, once dreamed of becoming an doctor. But after a tragic accident shattered her dreams, she devoted herself to caring for her family. Living with her chacha and chachi in the city, she shoulders every responsibility, with no faith left in love or marriage. Rajat Singh Chauhan, a 34-year-old sweet-maker, has spent his life fulfilling his family's needs. Since the age of fifteen, he has carried the weight of responsibility with quiet strength. For him, marriage is a long-cherished dream - a picture of love, warmth, and companionship. When fate unexpectedly ties them together in an arranged marriage set up by Rajni's chacha in the village, their worlds collide. She never dreamed of marriage. He has always dreamed of his bride. Will she lose herself again in the chains of tradition - or will his kindness and love heal her broken heart? A slow-burning romance between two souls - where tradition tests dreams, and love rewrites destiny.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ Anvika Mehra (24) was supposed to become a bride, but instead she ran away on her wedding day. Not because she didn't know the groom. Not because she loved someone else. But because some marriages don't feel like unions....they feel like cages. Veeransh Raizada (30) never believed in love. He believed in order, reputation, and keeping his word. So when his younger brother's bride vanished on the wedding day, It was humiliation...he felt. And humiliation demands consequences. The wedding that was meant to be simple becomes a turning point. A mistake Anvika thought she could escape. A decision Veeransh refuses to forgive. She wanted freedom. He gives her forever. Because running away was easy. Living with the consequences won't be. _________________

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

COMPLETED ✓ CHAPTERS NEED TO BE EDITED! #1 Royal 27/4/24 #1 Him 27/12/24 #2 Writers Rajveer Singh Raghuvanshi, from his name only people fear him. He is strong, powerful and cold hearted person And is the King of Jaipur. Because of his past trauma he can't express his feelings and wanted love but he didn't got from anyone. Mahika Chauhan, Beautiful, innocent, and caring. She care for others more than herself. Her father married someone else after her mother's death at the age of 7 years only. After that her step-mother and her step-sister never loved her and only tortured her. What will happen when Mahika's father will sold her to the king to pay debit, Will she fall inlove with a beast? Can He understand her feelings? Romance Story between Mahika×Rajveer ❤️🤌 THERE ARE SOME PART OF OTHER LEAD CHARACTERS STORY.

Vedika x Abhimanyu She was mute, deaf, and handicapped-an orphan from a small village after her grandfather's death. But she was a strong-willed girl, never allowing anyone to put her down. When a man mocked her for being mute, she struck him with a vase. Just four days after her grandfather's death, she was married off to a man who saw her only as a responsibility. On their wedding night, he left her-and didn't return for six months. During that time, she lived in his house, treated as nothing more than a maid, working tirelessly. Why did he leave her on their first night? And what made him come back after six long months? And most of all-was Vedika really mute?

She was never the chosen one- just the replacement bride. Orphaned Rooh steps into a life wrapped in secrets, and into the arms of Vidyut, the ruthless CEO with a frozen heart. But destiny has a cruel sense of romance- sometimes, the one replaced becomes the one unforgettable. ...........~Author

I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

He was the country's rising cricket star-loved, celebrated, untouchable. I was just another face in the crowd, one fan among thousands who screamed his name. But in a single glance, under the blinding stadium lights, something shifted. He caught my eyes-and I caught his heart. Between roaring crowds and silent nights, between fame and fear, he chose me. But what happens when the world discovers that the nation's golden boy has fallen for an ordinary girl? Because in cricket, every catch counts. And this time... I might just be his 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. --- They call me the nation's golden boy. Every run I score, every match I win, is celebrated like a festival. Millions cheer for me- but at the end of the day, I'm just another boy standing alone in the middle of a crowded stadium. And then I saw her. One face, hidden in thousands. One pair of eyes that didn't look at me like I was a hero, but like I was simply... me. She was never supposed to matter. She was just a fan. But the truth? The moment our eyes met, I knew the game had already changed. Because this time, I wasn't playing for the crowd. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.