Desibooks Stories

|SAMPLE Chapters| Prequel of Mr. Chief Minister They say marriage is just a word, but only those who live it know the weight it carries. Naintara felt that weight the day her father whispered his quiet advice before her wedding, words that stayed with her like invisible chains. Now, wrapped in her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny, Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen him once in a newspaper photograph: calm eyes, cold posture. Tonight she would meet him not as a stranger, but as a wife. Her friends' teasing still echoed in her ears; promises of a beautiful first night had made her blush. And after Sonarika and Vikram's wife whispered their own hints, her heart had raced even more. She had dreamed of slow, tender love, of a voice that would call her name softly. After years of loneliness following her mother's death, she finally hoped for a family, just as her Bauji had said. Shekhar's few words during their rare conversations had already carved a place for him in her heart. There was no fear left in her now; only anticipation to finally see him. Her pulse quickened as footsteps neared. She lifted her veil, then quickly lowered it again, cheeks burning. The door opened. For a single heartbeat, she imagined warmth, tenderness... everything she'd been told. What came instead was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice sliced through the silence. "What are you doing in my room?" She flinched. Before she could speak, Shekhar seized her wrist, his grip cold and punishing. "Wh-what have I done, ji?" she trembled. Just minutes ago downstairs, everything seemed fine. What changed? He gave no answer. He pulled her off the bed, pushed her toward the door, his movements mechanical like she had committed a crime she didn't understand. And then, with a finality that shattered her heart, he said, "There's no place for you in my life or my room. You're only Jagdish Raichand's daughter-in-law... not my wife." The door slammed shut.

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Vaidehi Mehra had loved once-and lost more than she could bear. Betrayed by the man she trusted and wounded by the family meant to protect her, she walked away from the ruins with only one reason to keep going: her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Esha. Esha's laughter, tiny hands, and unquestioning love became the fragile thread holding Vaidehi's broken heart together. Marriage was never meant to be part of her story again. Not after the betrayal. Not after the whispers. But one careless photograph and one malicious rumor are enough to undo everything she rebuilt. What begins as office gossip spirals into public scandal, dragging her dignity through headlines and threatening her career-and worse, her daughter's future. When reputation becomes survival, a solution is offered. Simple. Strategic. Respectable. Marriage. Vikram Khanna is the last man Vaidehi would ever choose to depend on. A self-made billionaire, disciplined, distant, and fiercely private, he has built his empire alone-and planned to keep his life that way. Their union is nothing more than damage control: a contractual arrangement designed to silence speculation and restore order. But neither of them accounts for Esha. With her innocent eyes and fearless affection, Esha becomes the quiet bridge between two guarded adults. As Vaidehi struggles with scars from her past and Vikram maintains the emotional walls that have always protected him, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What starts as strategy slowly begins to feel like shelter. What begins as obligation starts resembling belonging. A Home We Didn't Plan is a story of resilience before romance, of a child's innocence melting the coldest defenses, and of two people who never intended to build a family-yet may discover that love sometimes grows where it was never meant to.

01.03.2025 BOOK 18+ RATED. 🔥 To 🔥. HATE TO LOVE. SLOW BURN. ENEMIES TO FOREVERS. "Tum jaisi ladki ko mai bahut acche se jaanta hu, phele aise natak karengi aur fir dusro ke ghar me ghud jayengi" "Nikal jao mere ghar se. Abhi issi waqt." "Aisi ladkiyo ko bahut acche se jaanta hu, paiso ke peeche humesha rehti hai aur isliye mere kareeb rehna chahti hai, lakin unme se bhi kuch ladkiyo ke self respect hai, mere aankh dikhane se wo door ho jati, lakin iss ladki ki koi izzat nhi hai, dusre ke ghar me zabardasti reh Rahi hai." "Bloody idiot." "Hum nhi, sirf "Mai"." "Jaa Rahi ho, Mujhe chhor kar?" "Hukum kijiye." "Accha, toh dur kyu bhaag Rahi ho, Thakurain." " 'Mai' nhi, Hum bolo na" "Nhi rukunga, saas lambi lo tum." →Jb Aashiq ko uski aashiqui nhi milti toh wo pagalawara ban jata hai. ۝ ͒⁠ "Bhuliye mat ki aap he mujhe iss ghar me laye hai, mai khud chal kar nhi aai hu." "Nhi jayenge kahi bhi hum ab. Ye jo akad aapki hai ye humare samne nhi chalegi." "Khair, aapne duniya ghoom le, lakin logo ko pechana ab bhi nhi aaya, pata nhi kisne aapko company sambhalne ko de di." "Hum koi khooni murkh nhi hai." "Hum aapko ba---" "Jana hoga, agr ruk gayi toh sab barbaad ho jayega." "Suniye." "Hum Thakur hai hum kisi se nhi d__derte." "Mai keh ra---" "Fas-fast ahhh, rukiyega nhi ahhhhh V-Virahhhhtt." →Ishq ka hisaab kya karein, Jo tha humara ,sab aapke naam kar diya.

Ivaan Singh - quiet around most, but turns fun and open with people who feel like home. He knows how to love, but never really got love in return. With soft, shiny hair and a smile that can steal hearts, he looks cold and serious, but becomes clingy and sweet when he's in love. He's funny, a real roaster, and shines differently when he loves someone. 🐇🌷 Akira Mehra - a talker and a listener, but only opens up around people who truly want to listen. A girl's girl through and through - loyal, soft-hearted, and full of warmth. She's a writer and reader, someone who finds comfort in stories. Reality feels too heavy, so she often escapes into her fictional world where everything feels a little safer. With chestnut brown eyes and wavy hair, she's a proud Swiftie. A little chaotic, a little wild - but she'd do anything for the people she loves. 🐇🌷 Ivaan Singh had recently transferred from Section A to Section C. He was the class topper-quiet, focused, and known for speaking only when a nod wasn't enough to answer. That was the day he met Akira Mehra, the troublemaker girl in the class. She was average in most subjects but struggled badly with languages. Teachers often scolded her-not just for her mistakes, but also for her messy handwriting. Their class teacher decided to fix Akira's seat next to the class topper, hoping his discipline might rub off on her. As Akira turned to look at her new seat partner, her heart skipped. He was the same boy-the one she had once had a tiny-biny crush on, without even knowing his name. And just like that, her ordinary school days felt a little less ordinary. 🐇🌷 Since English is not my first language you are going to find a lot of grammatical as well as spelling errors in the book. I haven't proofread most of the chapters but I promise you that you will find improvements in my writing before the end of the book if you are patient enough to ignore the errors.

The walls of corridors whispered their names, a rivalry that has taken over St. Thomas High school. When two opposite forces collide with each other, we observe disaster so what happens when calmness meets chaos? Shlok Taneja, the calm, calculating maths topper, and Dhvani Bothra, the sharp-tongued tech genius who refuses to lose to him. Being the vice captains of enemy houses, and experts at pretending they can't stand each other. They have already divided the school into two teams choosing one as their favourite. Dive into the story of these two young high school students, filled with competition, chaos, and chemistry. It might pull you into their world and make you wish you sat right beside them in class. Cause sometimes the person you fight the hardest with, might just be the one you fall the hardest for.

She set his world on fire. So he made her "his world". "You're insane if you think I'll ever be yours," she hissed. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that, my love. I've got all the time in the world to prove you wrong." TRIGGER WARNINGS: This story contains stalking, obsessive behavior, possessive hero, violence, explicit content (18+), and dark themes. Read at your own risk. by theZARAwrites

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all.

I never knew that exploring abandoned places with my friends will turn out to be my biggest mistake.....or a memory? a game of my unconscious brain....was it all even real? i don't know....or maybe i will never know. we were just here to explore the Abandoned place that we've been doing for last 6 months.....that's what we thought we might be doing here too, exploring places for fun, right?....who knew things will change...my life from here will change because of the drastic turn that was never meant to happen..... everything seems fake now....me, my life, my friends and family...after that one incident everything seems fake......i don't think i can ever forget about it...noo i will never forget what had happened with me and my friends, the moments we lived, the places we explored, the adventure we had, and....HIM, the biggest mystery of my life...is HIM A time travel after going into that fort....was it even a time travel? or was it not? was it all real? or not? was just my brain messing up with me?? i don't know....and again i will never know....

When fiercely independent Shivika Joshi crosses paths with the infuriatingly charming Rudransh Shergill, sparks fly-and not the good kind. After a disastrous mishaps puts them at odds, Shivika wants nothing more than to stay far away from Rudransh. But fate keeps pulling them together. As tempers flare and hidden truths emerge, Shivika finds herself drawn to the one person she thought she'd always despise. In a world where love and hate walk a thin line, will their hearts collide or crumble? or will they start a new Kahāni?

Dev×Isha | 28×26 A story where their souls are weighed down by long-lasting scars. A story where nothing remains but emptiness, and the shadows of loneliness linger. A story where their souls wait-yearning to embrace in each other's love. Let us see where their fate, marked with endless scars, will lead- only to begin again, together, with endless love this time. ▪︎▪︎▪︎~ ज़ख़्मों की दास्ताँ ने रूहों को थका दिया, अकेलेपन की छाँव ने हर ख़्वाब मिटा दिया। अब बस मोहब्बत की गोद में सुकून पाना है, इन बेअंत घावों के बाद, साथ जीना है-फ़ना होना है। (Wounds have wearied their tired souls, And loneliness has stolen every dream whole. Now only in love's embrace can they find rest, After endless scars, together-lost, yet blessed.)

A regular boy, hoping for a peacefull life had an encountered with something that changed his life forever.

When Aakriti and Aaryan were kids, they were best pals, sharing everything. But things changed, and they drifted apart, feeling angry and distant. Years later, they unexpectedly meet again at their friend Poonam's wedding. Memories flood back, and they're faced with old hurts and mixed emotions. Caught between holding onto grudges and giving their friendship another shot, Aakriti and Aaryan must decide what matters most. Sarang: Everlasting Love is a touching story about forgiveness, second chances, and the magic of reconnecting with old friends. Join Aakriti and Aaryan as they navigate their past and discover the true meaning of friendship. TK💞

"In the midst of life's challenges, love can sometimes feel like a distant dream" Naina- "People often mention that things tend to come your way when you least expect them. While many discuss concepts like love and romantic notions, the practical truth often reveals a different story where things don't fall into place quite as effortlessly" Raghav- "Pain is the price we pay for love, and it's worth every penny; Love is a beautiful and powerful force that brings joy, connection, and meaning to our lives."

A normal girl betrayed in love makes her hatred and revenge her motive to live... she started reaching her goals let's see how far she can go?

An Indian Korean love story, between a Korean Mafia who is disguist as a CEO and his Indian Secretory y/n is a beautiful Indian girl working as a bubbly and kind secretary in Korea. Despite being the center of attention and receiving proposals, she remains focused and professional in her work. Deep down, she longs for a special someone. 🌟💼❤️ Naksh is a dashing heartthrob who became the number one in the US business world at a young age. Now back in South Korea, he's facing pressure from his aging father to take over the family company and get married. However, his belief in love was shattered by a past breakup when he was broke. Despite his cold-hearted reputation, deep down, he yearns for someone special to mend his broken heart. "Will destiny bring them together? Let's see what unfolds in their journey!" 😊

Barefoot and bloodied, the girl sprinted down the rain lashed road, her torn clothes clinging to her, fleeing the goons who pursued her. A car loomed in the downpour. Desperate, she launched herself directly in front of it. Tires screamed, stopping inches away. A man erupted from the driver's seat, fury etched onto his face. Before he could speak, she surged into his arms, clinging instantly to his solid frame. Soaked and sobbing uncontrollably, she buried her face against his chest, her terrified plea raw in the storm: "Please save me! Please!" __________________________________ Misha was about to scream when he grabbed her, turning her around sharply by one arm. He clamped his other hand tightly over her cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he hissed near her ear, "Shh." His warm breath was chilling on her neck. His beard was rough against her earlobe as he asked in a low, intimidating voice, "Remember me, sweetheart?" Misha couldn't utter a word. Did she know him? Perhaps... or perhaps not. __________________________________ Suddenly, the door groaned open, and a masculine silhouette filled the frame. Misha's breath hitched, a sharp, terrified intake of air. But as her eyes adjusted, and she recognized the face, a desperate surge of hope replaced the terror. She sprang from the bed, launching herself into his arms. "Bhai, please! Please, Bhaiya ," she pleaded, burying her face in his shirt. "Take me away from here. He is a monster." __________________________________ Welcome to the world of Advait Singh Rawat and Misha Oberoi.A love story which ruins the heart while caressing the scars.

What if the quietest love story was the loudest one your heart ever knew? Mukti never asked for more than survival. Her days begin with steaming cups of chai at her tiny Bhagalpur stall and end with silence-broken only by her grandmother's fading voice. Dreams? Those were luxuries she folded away long ago. Then Hriday walked in-camera slung on his shoulder, poetry tucked in his smile. He wasn't supposed to stay. He wasn't supposed to look at her like she was more than chai and grief. But he did. And suddenly, the girl who hid behind steam and sugar had to face a question she wasn't ready for: What if home wasn't a place, but a person? "If I kiss you now, Mukti... you'll know I meant all of it." "I'm not a train, Mukti. I'm a stall. I don't leave." "He looks at you like you're tea on a winter morning," Dadi said. "Don't let love wait." If you love: Rooftop confessions under the moon 🌙 Banter that hides longing 💭 Festivals, rain, and quiet chai stalls 🍵 Stories that ache before they heal 💔➡️❤️ ...then this is your next read.

On hold "I love you more. I'd kill for you," he whispered. "I already did," she murmured. His breath hitched as he frowned. "What?" She blinked innocently. "What?" ...... Dedication To everyone who has ever loved in silence, To the hearts that beat for someone but fear to confess, To those who believe in destiny's quiet miracles- This story is for you. May Dil-e-Bekhudi remind you that love, even unspoken, finds its way. ......... Tropes Arrange marriage Replaced groom childhood sweetheart he fell first but she fell harder Possessive Male lead Manipulative/ obsessive FEMALE LEAD king x Professor 90s timeline bestfriend to lovers slow burn thanks for reading cuties 🤍ྀི

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒜𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅... 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖." "𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍. "𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓." 𝗔𝗱𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶 is gentle in a world that was never gentle to her - a kind, pure-hearted girl who learned how to love without ever being loved back. She gives warmth even when she is cold inside, offers compassion even when her own heart is aching and chooses kindness even when life taught her cruelty. Her smile is her armor, her silence her survival, and her heart still open, still hopeful - is the bravest thing about her. 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 a CEO who trusts no one - cold and untouchable to the world. Yet behind the steel lies fierce loyalty to his family, the only ones he bends rules for. He feels deeply, though he rarely shows it. Power is his language, control his armor, strategy his second nature. Love seems useless, a weakness he refuses to embrace. He doesn't believe in love... until fate forces him to question everything he thought he knew including himself. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗔𝗱𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵?