Desiauthors hikaye

Saanjh, a bright and ambitious young girl, had her life all planned out - she would become a teacher, gain independence, and explore the world beyond her village. She longed to inspire young minds and live life on her own terms. But before her dreams could take flight, her family forced her into marriage - right after 12th grade - with Vijay, a quiet 25-year-old farmer's son. Vijay, too, had once dreamed big. He wanted to study further. But like Saanjh, his fate was sealed by tradition and responsibility. As two strangers bound by a forced marriage, Saanjh and Vijay struggle to reconcile their broken paths. He respects her. She resents him. But what happens when patience meets passion... and silent sacrifice starts to look like love? This is a story of rural love, second chances, and a woman's fight to reclaim her voice - set in the heart of 1990s India

"Silence isn't the absence of sound. Silence is the loudest question... waiting two years for an answer." Two years ago, Aadvik Rajvanshi walked away without a single word, leaving behind the only girl he ever loved. To the world, he was a coward who chose his family's legacy over her heart. But only Aadvik knows the rotting secret of the Rajvanshi name-the weight of a 'Duty' that forced him to kill the man he was meant to be. Shreyashi Rathore is no longer the bubbly 'Bulbul' he once knew. She has buried her pain under a spine of steel and a law degree in progress. She has finally learned to live in the shadows of his absence. But Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now, in the crowded streets of Lucknow, their worlds collide again. He is a man who has conquered his circumstances but lost his soul. She is a woman who has found her strength but lost her faith in love. He wants to fight with a memory. She is armed with two years of silence. Can love survive when duty becomes the distance? Or will the truth break them both? In the narrow lanes of Lucknow, can duty bridge the gap that silence created? Or is some distance meant to be permanent?

Everyone in the city knew Kabir Rathore. Not by his face- but by his name spoken in whispers. He controlled ports, money routes, men who didn't ask questions. He wasn't loud. He wasn't cruel for fun. His power came from silence-and from the fact that no one ever saw him lose control. Until Aanya. She wasn't part of his world. A simple girl-soft voice, cotton dupatta, eyes that still believed people were good. She worked in a small bookstore near the old market, unaware that the street she crossed every day belonged to him. One wrong night . One wrong place . She witnessed something she wasn't meant to. Kabir didn't threaten her. Didn't raise his voice. Didn't touch her. She lived in his house like a shadow- safe, watched, untouched. He never entered her room. Never asked questions. Never explained himself. But he made sure: No one scared her. No one raised a voice near her. No blood ever crossed her sight. At night, Aanya would hear gunshots far away. In the morning, Kabir would sit across from her at breakfast, sleeves rolled up, hands clean, eyes unreadable. "You're not afraid of me?" he asked once. She swallowed. "I am," she said honestly. "But I think you're afraid of yourself more." That was the first crack. Kabir had built his life on control. And she-without trying-was undoing it. He started coming home earlier. Violence made him restless instead of calm. Her presence felt dangerous... not because she was weak- -but because she was good. And good things didn't survive in his world. The city called him a monster. She saw a man who stood between her and darkness- even when he himself was the darkness.

She wanted her home back. He wanted peace. But destiny wanted a fake marriage full of fireworks." "When a quirky travel blogger collides with a grumpy superstar, sparks fly and not the romantic kind... yet."