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She is his first wife's step-sister. He married to save her from humiliation. Read to know more.......

They were sitting in the car as he drove through the quiet streets. She kept asking him where they were going, but he stayed silent because he knew the truth would hurt her. When the car entered a familiar lane, she suddenly realized where they were. She looked at him and said, "Hum yahan kyun aaye hain?" (Why are we here?) Her expression changed as she understood everything. She looked at him with pain in her eyes and said, "Tum bhi unhi mardon jaise ho, tumne bhi mujhe dhoka diya" (You are just like the other men around me, you also lied to me) ✿✿✿✿✿✿ He was dragging her along the empty road, holding her wrist tightly as they moved forward. She stumbled behind him, confused and breathless, unable to understand why he was helping her at all. Finally she pulled her hand slightly and asked, "Tum meri madad kyun kar rahe ho? Tumhara iraada kya hai?" (Why are you helping me? What are your intentions with me?) He suddenly stopped walking. For a moment, he just looked at her. Then a slow smirk appeared on his face as he leaned closer, his voice low enough to make her shiver. "Agar mera iraada bilkul bhi acha na ho toh?" (What if my intention with you is not good at all?)

𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦~~

A story of 3 couples -An enemies to lovers story( Zena and Aydin) -friends/ slowburn ( Soya and Ahan) -friends older brother (Sheaza and Zain)

Some endings become better beginnings. - Edward Lee Welcome to the journey which will take you through years and years of togetherness, love, emotions, heartbreak and pain. What happens when two opposite people meet each other, will it be like the books where they live through the differences or will they face some real life problems. And it isn't true that each ending will always have a better beginning. Dive into the story to know how entangled will be the lives of Samara and Veer over the years...

.......... 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂......... A name every student in school knows not for the grades he quietly secures, but for the voice that seems to hold its own universe . A 12 th grader who's good at studies yet never let them define him . Singing isn't just his passion ,it's his language , his oxygen . Devansh carries an effortless charm, his smile earns him attention but it's his singing that captures hearts but behind the fame lies a restless soul chasing something more than applause . ''𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡 '' .........𝑫𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂.......... Diya she is quiet storm ,soft spoken calm yet powerful in silence .A class 11th student with dreams that dance to the rhythm of her heart .She is a girl whose sweetness can melt cold hearts , beautiful not just in looks but in the way she feels ,dreams and loves .Dance isn't just what she does ..it's what she is -her second skin .But she hides her vulnerability behind smiles too gentle to question . "𝐹𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟" 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 ,𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 his 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 which 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 to set her soul free ?.

Riya loved Jai for five years. She thought she will spend the rest of her life with him. She thought he will free her from the misery of being always looked down and treated like a second choice. When he broke up with her saying he chose his dreams before her, it shattered her into pieces. Just when she was about to move on, he announces his engagement with other woman?! Like adding a fuel to the fire, Riya is thrown into a forced marriage with Jai's cousin?! Rishi, the arrogant, sarcastic, rude young prince, who always gets on her nerves everytime they meet. She is afraid of him. But she has to marry him. And little did she know, that he is madly obsessed with her that even scares him....will she be happy or will her life get even worse...?

--- ### 💥 *Soft Fury* - Story Description Kritika Sharma didn't want to be there. Dragged to a political function by her father, she tailed behind her bhabhi and siblings, adjusting her dupatta for the third time and trying not to trip over her irritation. The cotton suit clung weirdly in all the wrong places. Kajal felt too bold. Lipstick already faded-and if one more man stared at her for longer than two seconds, she swore she'd scowl hard enough to ruin his week. She wasn't trying to stand out. But then he walked in. **Devansh Thakur.** Black sherwani. Effortless arrogance. The kind of man who doesn't speak loudly-but people hush anyway. Everyone else looked at him like a headline. She looked like a rebuttal. Their eyes met. His smirk didn't even try to hide. Hers? A perfect mix of *what are you looking at* and *try me.* she hissed near her bhabhi's ear "who the hell is he staring at, idiot" Her bhabhi hissed for her to behave. Her siblings pretended not to notice. But Kritika had already become the girl Devansh couldn't forget-and the glare he didn't know he deserved. ---

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Sometimes, the letters we never expect are the ones that heal us the most. When Mahima moves away from home for college, she finds more than just freedom - she finds folded letters from her Dadi, tied with red thread and soaked in memory. Elaichi Wali Chitthi is a story told through handwritten notes, chai-scented silences, and the kind of love that doesn't shout - it simply stays. A warm, emotional journey of growing up, letting go, and remembering where home truly lives.

India isn't just one story. It's a thousand voices echoing through alleys, temples, train stations, tea stalls, and dreams. From the whispered secrets of an old haveli to the last confession of a chaiwala, from a monsoon love in Mumbai to a ghost story in a forgotten village-Ink & Agarbatti brings together tales that are sweet, strange, sharp, and soaked in the scent of home. Step into a kaleidoscope of lives. Some will make you smile. Some might sting. All will stay. Updates: Weekly Standalone Stories

They are young... They are gorgeous... They are being forced into marriages of convenience... They are... The Reluctant Royals! There's a new matchmaker in town, and she won't rest until she has these Reluctant Royals all tied up in happy matrimony. Meet Her Highness Nandini Devi, the Rani Ma of Mirpur. Her sharp eyes miss nothing - whether it's a princess pining away with unrequited love, or another one hiding a secret, and definitely not the sparks of hate and loathing that fly between Princess Diya Sisodia and Yuvaraj Randheer Singh Shekhawat!!!! The Rani Ma is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Author's note: A Royal Disaster is the prequel to the Reluctant Royals series, and it introduces you to the world of billionaire royals who are forced to bow to their traditions and forget their mutual enmity as they forge dynastic marriages.

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Follow the numerous love stories that bloom in the appropriately named neighborhood in India- Prem Nagar. Prem Nagar is a collection of (Kind of connected but not really) short stories. The chapters can be read in any order, or even as standalone. NOTE: I wrote all of these in the spur of the moment in like 20 minutes so if you're looking for a warm up read or just don't want to commit to a full book this is def for you <3

~To all the girls who thought love is not made for them after getting betrayed by that men whom you all loved to core.......

"Mihika, I never knew someone would fight for my dreams more than I would myself," I whispered into the crook of her neck, my hand gently caressing her back to calm her trembling down, while the other hand softly tangled in her hair, easing her stress. "And I never knew someone could love me the way you do, Eshanth," she whispered faintly, pulling away from the embrace. My hands moved to her cheeks, wiping away the precious plears that streamed from her almond-shaped eyes. "Please, Mihika, stop them. You know I can't bear to see you cry," I said, shaking my head slightly in a silent plea. "I will, but only when you stop your tears too," she replied, and it was then I realized my own eyes were glistening. Yet, I couldn't let her see. I couldn't let her witness my vulnerability. She placed her slender fingers on my cheeks and whispered, "You'll be safe, won't you, Eshanth? You'll keep my Eshanth safe and loved, won't you?" How could I deny her innocent request when I knew she would be lost without me. "I will, but I need a promise, Mihi. You must love my Mihi even more than you've ever loved before," I told her. She gazed into my eyes, silently, just as she did on that precious day. Then, I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she stood on her toes. I lifted her onto my legs to make her more comfortable, wrapping my arms around her. Her head moved slightly, a silent response to my question as yes. ________________________________________ This is not just a love story; it's an embodiment of love in its most flawless form. Fictional, yet deeply real, it weaves the kind of emotions that make it more than just a tale-one that resonates with you on a personal level. ----------------------------------------------------------------