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Arnav Singh Rajput had stopped believing in love the day his marriage shattered his world. Now, his life revolves around two things-his empire and his little son, Ayush. Emotions are a luxury he no longer allows himself. Paridhi Singhania had loved once-and lost everything. A widow holding onto her husband's last wish, she smiles through her pain, refusing to let her past break her. Love, for her, is a chapter that ended long ago. Two broken souls. Two different pasts. One unexpected bond. When destiny brings Arnav and Paridhi together, it isn't love that connects them- it's responsibility... and a child who unknowingly becomes the thread tying their lives together. But somewhere between silent care, shared pain, and unspoken emotions- hearts begin to change. And when love comes knocking again... Will they answer it? Or will the past hold them back forever?

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

Aangan is the compelling prequel to Sharar, centred on the older generation of the Khan family. It explores the lives of the Khan brothers and their sister, each navigating the complexities of love, duty, and family values. Huzaifa Khan, the eldest son, is responsible yet somewhat domineering. Newly married to Rukhsar, an ideal wife who understands and upholds family values, Huzaifa often overlooks Rukhsar's deep love and efforts to please him, seeing them merely as her duties as the eldest daughter-in-law. Azlan Khan, the second brother, is smitten with Rubab from the moment he sees her at her sister's wedding. However, due to a misunderstanding, Rubab views him as a dishonourable person. Shahzain Khan, the third brother, is sent to America for higher studies by their father. There, he meets Khushnuma, and sparks fly between them. However, both are already committed to others by their families. Aangan delves into the value of family and the transformative power of love, illustrating how it can bring out the best and worst in people. It's a story about traditions, misunderstandings, and the deep bonds that shape and define us.

Think the meter is for pricing? Think again-it's just a decorative piece of plastic. Step into a world of "fictional-but-too-real" stories where the drivers are philosophers, the roads are race tracks, and "No" is the only answer you'll get. From dramatic monsoon breakdowns to high-speed galli chases, these are the hilarious chronicles of life on three wheels. Grab the handle and pray-this ride doesn't follow any rules. ✨️UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY AND SUNDAY, 9:30 PM ✨️

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬:- 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢

"Duty first." He says it like a rule. Like a prayer. Like something carved into bone. And she nods...even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched. Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. The nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. He belongs to the nation. She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires, love begins to bloom..not loudly, not rebelliously, but devotionally. This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight...but kneel into it,day by day,like prayer. It is about more than one marriage. More than one longing. Brothers in uniform. Brides learning to love men who were trained never to need. Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, "Stay,"even when they know he will leave at dawn. Because here, desire burns. But duty wins. And yet..love does not lose. It transforms. It waits. It worships. "After the nation," he tells her softly one night, folding his uniform with careful hands, "there is only you." And for a soldier's wife in the nineties, that is not second place. That is everything.

In a world where everyone hides their scars behind perfect smiles, two souls collide - one wrapped in softness, the other born from darkness. She is gentle, full of quiet dreams, afraid of hurting anyone. He is broken in ways no one can see, carrying shadows that follow him everywhere. Their love begins softly... a shy smile, a stolen glance, a warmth he never thought he deserved. But the deeper they fall, the darker the truth becomes. Because loving him means stepping into the night. And loving her means risking everything he swore to protect. He is the storm. She is the calm. And together, they become the chaos the universe never planned. In this story, love is sweet like first rain- but it burns like wildfire when touched by fear, secrets, and obsession. It is a tale of: ✨ soft touches and dark temptations ✨ healing each other's deepest wounds ✨ love that feels safe but dangerous at the same time ✨ a gentle heart slowly taming a storm ✨ a broken soul learning to be loved again This is not just a romance. It is softness blooming inside darkness- a love story that comforts... and consumes. --- Book 2 of 'LOVE OF MINE' Series --- A very polite request ☺️ Don't copy my work! Use your own brain to do so! All the characters are fictional and if resembles with someone, then its pure coincidence cause destiny wants entertainment.😅 Also if you're here to judge then leave. And you, my cuties, I welcome you in my world.I hope you'll love my work. Hope to make my words feel home to you. LOTS OF LOVE ❤️

Adhira's heart cracked with every passing moment. This wasn't how she imagined it. And yet... here she was, his bride-to-be. Vihaan, on the other hand, burned inside. How could she have agreed to this? Didn't she realize this would only hurt them both? When the rings were brought forward, the weight of the moment was unbearable. Adhira's hand trembled when he slipped a band onto her finger, her eyes shimmering though she didn't let a single tear fall. And when it was her turn, as she slipped the ring on his finger Vihaan flinched - just for a second - but long enough to shatter something in her heart. But for now, they just sat in silence - rings on their fingers, secrets in their hearts, and a destiny neither could escape. This is a story of unspoken feelings, of longing glances and quiet heartbreak. A story where love isn't just about who we choose, but who chooses us back.

Main Falak Se Aaya Tujhko Jo paaya Takraya jabse teri chah main ! The Queen Without the King At twenty-six , Indumati Arora is a lawyer, a single mother, and the most feared name in the district court. Known as the Queen of the War Cases, she fights battles others run from-armed with law, logic, and an unbreakable spine. When she collides with Aarav Vikram Malhotra, the powerful head of a top law firm, two worlds clash where justice, power, and pride are tested. This is not a story of rescue-but of a woman who wears her crown alone.

"This isn't a love story. It's an agreement... until it's not." Vedika Joshi had a silent schoolgirl crush on Harshil Mehra-her senior, her friend's boyfriend, the boy who was never meant to be hers. Fourteen years later, she's a brilliant PhD scholar in economics. He's a successful, emotionally distant doctor in Chicago with no time for feelings, let alone marriage. But when their families decide to tie them in an arranged marriage for business alliances, Vedika offers an alternative: an agreement-ten clauses, no emotional entanglements, no falling in love. To her surprise, Harshil adds a few rules of his own. Now, two complete strangers with a complicated past live under the same roof, bound by a ring, a city far from home, and a set of unbreakable rules... that might just break them first. Will they survive the marriage contract? Or will Clause No. 7 be the one that ruins it all? Disclaimer I do not own any of the images used; all credits go to their rightful owners. This is a work of pure imagination. All characters, incidents, places, and dialogues are fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is purely coincidental.

She was a warrior. She was gentle. She was love. She was anger. She contained the whole world within her. Because she was a woman. The story of a woman who fought for every woman. That too in every decade. Story of ancient maharashtrian royalty. Where she fights for every women with his support.

When Aakash accidentally messages the wrong number, Prakriti has him enthralled with her sarcastic and amusing texts. book 1 of the 'as sweet as sugar' series UPDATES: ERRATIC

Rudra is a big fan of the cold coffee at 'The Caffeine Times' (He's also a big fan of the sassy but sweet waitress who serves it to him but he won't admit it). book 2 of the 'as sweet as sugar' series UPDATES : MOSTLY STARTING IN APRIL

Professor Ekaansh Chauhan doesn't believe in love. A historian by profession, he trusts facts, not feelings-except for the recurring nightmare that has followed him since childhood: a burning temple, clashing swords, and a woman screaming his name as he dies. Ira Sharma is a shy archaeology student who avoids temples and panics at the sound of metal. She doesn't know why ancient ruins make her chest ache-or why her cold, distant professor feels painfully familiar. As Ira attends Ekaansh's lectures on medieval kingdoms, memories from another life begin to surface. But she remembers only one thing- Watching him die. She doesn't remember loving him. He doesn't remember being loved. Bound by a past soaked in blood and betrayal, they must face a truth history tried to erase. Some love stories don't end. They wait to be remembered.

Here's your author, Shivika, back with another story! Aao kabhi haveli par ll Ft.ICT This is a short story, and the reason I'm posting it now is because my other stories don't follow the Holi timeline. ❅─────────✧❅✦❅✧─────────❅• This story is packed with comedy, chaos, thrill, hungama, romance, and fun-a perfect blend of horror-comedy fanfiction! ❅─────────✧❅✦❅✧─────────❅• We won the Champions Trophy-a moment of pride and happiness for all of us! To celebrate Holi and this grand victory together, the Indian Cricket Team (ICT) decides to take a trip to an old haveli that once belonged to Rohit Sharma's grandfather. ❅─────────✧❅✦❅✧─────────❅• But what happens when their fun trip turns into a horror-filled nightmare? What if they encounter ghosts in the haveli? How will they save themselves? And most importantly-how will they protect their secrets? (What secrets? Well, read to find out!) Hope you all enjoy it! 💖 ❅─────────✧❅✦❅✧─────────❅• ★if you don't like the story simple skip it don't spread hate towards anyone . Credit of this amazing Cover goes to @UmieBae

Loved by many. Understood by one. Seen... completely.

Raat ke 2 baje... ek message sab kuch badal deta hai. "If you are reading this, I am already dead." Sender: Riya Mukherjee. Lekin subah Riya sirf missing nahi hoti... uska naam ek aise raaz se jud jata hai jo kisi ko samajh nahi aana chahiye tha. Private investigator Ayaan Sen jab is case ko follow karta hai, toh har clue usse sach ke kareeb nahi... aur zyada andhere mein le jaata hai. Ek journalist jo "expose" karna chahti thi. Ek industrial area jahan har missing case ka link milta hai. Aur ek system... jo uniform ke peeche chup kar sach ko dafan karta hai. Case ab sirf ek missing girl ka nahi raha. Yeh ek network hai. Ek conspiracy. Aur ek betrayal jo Ayaan ke apne past se juda hai. Aur Inspector Arvind... jo har baar Ayaan ko rokta hai... ya kuch aur hi chhupa raha hai? Har insaan suspect hai. Har message ek trap ho sakta hai. Aur har sach... ek aur jhooth ke neeche dabaa hua hai. Ab tak Ayaan jaan chuka hai- Riya shayad sirf victim nahi... is game ka key bhi ho sakti hai. "Kuch cases solve nahi hote... kuch cases tumhe tod dete hain." 🔍 Mystery | Crime | Thriller 💔 Emotional Past | Dark Secrets | Twisted Truth Ayaan Sen Files: The Last Message (Ongoing) New Chapters Every Wednesday & Sunday - 8:30 PM

​"You are standing in my city, Detective," Shivansh warned, his voice dropping into a lethal, vibrating threat as he backed her against the wall. "Here, the law doesn't speak. I do." ​Isha didn't flinch. Instead, she stepped even closer, her eyes burning with absolute defiance. "Then it's a good thing I didn't come here to talk, Mr. Hukumchand."

He made her coffee every morning. He picked up their son from school. He loved her like it was the only thing he knew how to do. She had him framed for crimes that didn't exist. He is Aditya Deshmukh: betrayed by his wife, hated by his son, wronged by the system, loved by an obsessive woman. She loved him even after knowing he loved another woman. She loved him so much that she pushed him into the jaws of death. She wished him dead and now that he's dead, she'll do anything to get him justice. She is Medha Gehlot: the woman who was never chosen by the man who was her everything. Note: This is for readers who loved The Count of Monte Cristo. For readers who want a revenge story that asks whether one must become a monster himself to defeat the monsters responsible for the rot in the whole world. For readers tired of perfect heroines - who want flawed, obsessive, impulsive female leads who have the heart to go into the depths of hell for love but lack the maturity and wisdom to choose letting go. Content note: contains prison violence, institutional injustice, and emotional devastation. You've been warned."