Accidentalmarraige Stories

(1980, Small Town India) On a stormy night in Madhupur, widow Vidya runs through the rain, haunted by a past she can't escape. Watching her is Vidyut Rathore, an archaeologist unraveling the town's buried secrets. As fate brings them together, so does a truth long hidden-one that could change everything. Is she running from the past, or is she the key to uncovering it? ________________________________________________________________________ The second story Dr. Dhananjay Rathore arrived in Madhupur accompany his cousin Vidyut, unaware that fate awaited him. At Vidya and Digvijay's wedding, amidst the music and celebration, he saw her-Shrivanya, a courtesan whose dance captivated all. In that moment, their worlds unknowingly intertwined. There will be two stories first of 1st Vidya Sharma - widower and illiterate Vidyut Rathor - archaeologist 2nd Shrivanya - courtesan Dhananjay Rathore - doctor

A sequel to "Met by destiny." Could be read as stand alone. "What is written in your destiny, will be yours. What belongs in your heart, will forever be yours." M I N A H I L S I D D Q U E A girl living in dreams and books, who's life is surrounded by literature love, making her wait for her delightful Prince charming who will whisper 'Amour' and sweep thee in his rugged arms and flee away from thy world. But unfortunately after facing two broken engagements, various rejections, mina's expectations from love starts to deter..until she gets lost in mountains, and a meets a new neighbour. Y O U S U F K H A N Z A D A New Psychiatrist Dr. Yousuf khanzada is known for his warm smile, gentle behaviour and a good humour from his patients, but as they say "people with the brightest smile, hide the biggest pain." facing many difficulties in life, being heartbroken, Dr. Yousuf never fails to smile and spread joy. One job, one trip, one lie, one encounter with a person who had or still has his heart, leads to One new life. One new house and a window? H A S N A I N I Q B A L Z A W A A R As strong is his name, so is Hasnain or as he is called by his students, professor Zawaar. Cold hearted, expression less, unforgiving, but will he be strong enough when professor Zawaar is tied in the most powerful bond of marriage, on a promise to a father, the girl on whom he might've had a liking in past or still has? I R H A A U S M A N I Haunted by a tragic past, Irhaa is still learning on trusting people, meeting her father after years she vows to never leave his side, but life throws the power strike and Irhaa is bounded to a man who saved her life years ago, by the wish of her old father. Fire meets ice, and the hissing sound sizzles an emotion, what was that called....Love? Destiny throws it's cards, invites the players and wait for the powerful card called love to change the destiny of hearts. Weekly updates on Wednesday.

In the midst of opulent ballrooms and high-society expectations, Liam Hearting reigns supreme as the ruthless CEO of the Hearting dynasty. His piercing gaze and chiseled features are matched only by the impenetrable armor around his heart. For Liam, the world is a chessboard, and he's the master player - always calculating, never feeling. But beneath the surface, a tangled web of scars and regrets binds him to a painful past. The betrayal of his high school sweetheart, Emily, who traded his love for a wealthier suitor, left an indelible mark on his soul. Now, Liam's coldness serves as a shield against exploitation, a reminder that trust is a luxury he can't afford. Enter Hazel Smith, a vibrant and strong-willed young woman with a heart full of hope and a past marred by abandonment. Her presence in Liam's life is like a whispered promise of spring in a winter of despair. As their paths collide, the fragile dance of trust and vulnerability begins. Will Liam's frozen heart thaw under Hazel's gentle touch, or will the thorns of his past forever entwine them in a tangled web of love and sorrow?"

One mixed-up packet. A stray form. Two signatures. An accidental marraige nobody saw coming. High-stakes heart-racing. Healing proximity.

If loving her means burning myself then I'll happily get burned for her and her smile... . . . . Story of six hearts in which three are tamed like flowers, bruised like cuts and wounded to an extent. Let's see they'll get healed or get more destroyed.... Love, trauma, insecurities, overthinking, distance etc. (everything you need in a story) /)_/) (°•°) >❤️ enjoy my first story

Her :- " Don't worry Mr.Rathore , you don't have to take my responsibility anymore . I will leave you soon " Him :- " So bold of you to assume that I will let you leave after messing with my brain with your thoughts Mrs.Rathore . you came into my life without my permission but now you will leave when I want you to leave... understood ? " Her :- " you are insane !! " Him :- " For you ? yes , maybe I am because I don't know how to live without you jaana "

"Stay right here," he instructed, and without another word, rushed inside. Avni stood at the entrance, confused but smiling faintly as she watched him hurry about. There was a boyish charm in his expressions, in the way he moved-eager, sincere, a little frantic. He looks so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering. Within seconds, Avyansh returned, carrying a pot filled with rice and a plate with a red liquid- kumkum. "Just two more minutes," he said quickly, and disappeared into the villa once again. Avni waited, her curiosity growing by the second. Soon, he returned, this time with an aarti thali. A small diya flickered on the plate, casting a warm glow across his face. He circled the plate in front of her, performing the aarti, then gently applied vermilion on her forehead. A soft sprinkle of rice followed. "That's your first time entering our villa," he said with a smile. "So your welcome is a must." Avni stared at him, wide-eyed and moved. "Now," he continued, "gently kick this pot with your right foot." She gave a small nod, smiling shyly as she nudged the pot forward with her foot. "Next, place your feet in the kumkum," Avyansh instructed. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face turned a deep red. She did as told, her delicate feet now stained with the auspicious red. Then, to her surprise, Avyansh knelt down and placed his white t-shirt on the floor in front of her. He held out his hand. "Now leave your footprints here, on this." "But... Avyansh ji-" Avni hesitated, touched and overwhelmed. He looked up at her with eyes full of reverence. "You know, Mumma always said a wife is like Goddess Lakshmi. But to me, you're not just Lakshmi-you're my universe, my everything... my God."

She wasn't my first choice, hell she wasn't even my last choice but by some bizarre twist of fate I ended up shackled to her. At first she was nothing more than a burden, a responsibility thrust upon me but now she's everything and I am never giving her up! not even for him!