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✯𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' Arshita Sharma 22 years old normal girl, always want a simple life, and happy life, she's graduated, teaching some students in home, didn't have big dreams but a peaceful life. Veeransh Singh Rathore, 30 years old a stabilised well wealthy man, CEO of S.R. Vertex Group. Have many rivals, don't want to get married, but after seeing her first his entire world go upstairs down. What will happen when they meet? Will Arshita will get a peaceful life? Will Veeransh fall in love? What will be consequences when they'll tied in bond? Will they realise what coming into there upcoming life? Let's see that and enjoy the story.✨

𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒑𝒖𝒕 - A famous businessman of Bihar. A demon in human form who would do anything for his family. Rudra's anger is as good as his name. His anger burns everything to ashes, no matter who it is. What will happen when he falls in love with someone? What will happen when he falls in love with his enemy's daughter? 𝑮𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 - A mischievous and playful girl who enjoys troubling everyone. Who has been away from her family for 9 years. She returned to her native land, Bihar, to marry her childhood sweetheart and attended his beloved elder brother wedding. But what will happen when a devil starts chasing her? What will happen when Rudransh tries to make her his? Will his obsession burn her to the core? Will they ever become one or remain worlds apart ? Will she ever forgive him for the strom he brings in her life ? So many questions ........ Will his obsession tear down every wall between them just to make her his, whether she wills it or not?

Nothing is quite what it seems

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been linked to a river. She was born in one place and then gently undulates towards the sea. But have you ever thought about its seabed, the one which gets affected and depleted at the same time? The river might be the physical persona, but look deeper. It's merely a facade. The water is clear, sometimes and sometimes not. But what lies inside is a different story. There lies ashes, fishes, quite many clashes, splashes, and maybe a few wishes. Maybe unfinished, maybe incomplete. The same sediments can throw cold, making the land alluvial. But once internally disrupted, they cause havocs. This is the story of a river towards its story of being a mighty river.

"I was told not to laugh too loudly-it didn't suit the family." "Someone suggested I change the way I signed my name after marriage." "They discussed my food preferences in a family meeting-without me in the room." None of these moments ended a marriage. None of them caused a scene. And none of them were ever spoken about again. This book begins in those moments. Reasons Why Women Should Not Get Married in India is a non-fiction collection of real, short stories told by women across generations who encountered the strange, uncomfortable, and quietly disorienting realities of marriage. Their marriages were not disasters. Many were stable. Some were loving. But all of them came with small incidents that carried big meanings-moments that made these women pause and wonder when, exactly, they had begun disappearing. Each chapter presents a "reason," not as an argument, but as a lived experience: the comments passed casually at family dinners, the expectations that arrive without discussion, the subtle reshaping of personality, preferences, body, colour, voice, and behaviour. These are not dramatic confessions. They are everyday truths-easy to dismiss, impossible to forget. This is not a book against marriage. It acknowledges that many women build happy, fulfilling partnerships. But it also insists that the quieter discomforts the ones that don't look serious enough to protest deserve to be documented. Intimate, unsettling, and deeply familiar, this book gives language to experiences women usually share only in whispers. It asks no one to reject marriage. It simply asks readers to notice what is usually overlooked. Because sometimes, the strangest parts of marriage are also the most telling.

Some wounds don't bleed. They silence. In a world where a woman's past is never allowed to rest, and her choices are constantly questioned, one quiet decision becomes louder than rebellion. This is not a story about rescue. It is a story about permission - to heal, to choose, to love without fear. Ijazat is a tender, emotionally layered novel about dignity, second chances, and the courage it takes to say yes again.

'Have you even considered how difficult this is? A woman, having to pretend to be a man to protect herself, because the men whom she is hiding from cannot keep it in them to have decency. They feel threatened. They feel disrespected when a woman bests them.' ₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ Scarlet Petrikov is a young woman in a world where piracy has reached its Golden Age. The only problem? There is a strict law that forbids women from being at sea, especially as pirates. Underneath her father and her brother's protectiveness at hiding her strength and her gender beneath a disguise, Scarlet does not want to seem any less of a pirate due to wanting to honour her family's extraordinary legacy. Enemies of all likeness will do anything to hurt Scarlet: the World Government, the Pirate Generals and enemies of the Petrikov name. But there are unsuspecting allies, especially as she gains the attention of a charming Pirate King. Scarlet will never let anyone get under her skin, but can she persevere through the eyes of mockery that men have for her? The tales of Scarlet's piracy are far from over. ₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ DISCLAIMERS!! This story is NOT in the romance genre, but there is a romance between the FMC and another character; it is a slow burn, so please don't worry, since I will have a lot of scenes with them! But this story follows the FMC's development, story, and journey! (WRITTEN IN UK ENGLISH) [ONGOING]

"She loved him like it was devotion." "He believed her like it was fate." Vartika Rathore, A lawyer hunting the injustice, RAW Agent ending the injustice, is the same person, herself haunted by the same aching nightmare. A woman living two lives, both drenched in secrets, both demanding sacrifices. When has to make a devastating promise, which takes her job at stakes, what will she do when that leads her to " The Rajvansh Empire . " She is dragged and arranged into this mess like it was decided long ago. Like fate signed the contract before she ever knew the terms. Her heart remembered things, her mind didn't. What will happen when everyone there, is hiding a secret, Nobody here tells the whole truth, Neither accepts it, And every smile hides a strategy. How will she react to the mysteries hidden inside the palace, When walls whisper, When corridors remember footsteps, When loyalty is just another mask. When the temptation for truth is strong, but the stakes of who is a traitor are higher. Because in this empire, truth can destroy more than lies. While searching for the answers, She meets, Devansh Singh Rajvansh, The charming, pretty, rich, cocky villain. A man with a smirk that promises trouble, And eyes that look like they already know her. How will she reveal his real identity when he wears cloaks of deceptions. Layer after layer. Truth hidden beneath arrogance. Intentions buried under power. But why does he hides himself? Why is he the villain? Or is he simply the only one honest about being dangerous? What will be there reaction when they get bounded in a marriage or alliance A union of power, A war disguised as vows, A contract where love is the biggest risk of all. But living under the same roof blurs lines her agency never warned her about. Because Devansh is not just a husband she must endure- he is a man who can sense deception, who challenges her authority without knowing it, and who might destroy her mission simply by looking too closely.

He is a man too perfect to be real-kind, gentle, and charming, wearing his title of Caballero like a flawless mask. But perfection hides shadows, and when a woman dares to see beneath the surface, secrets long buried begin to surface. Will the empire survive the truth, or will the truth consume them all? @inigoash 02.20.2026

This is all TRUE. This is my diary that I've decided to share with the world. But don't worry, it WON'T get boring. I only share the juiciest details. (Names have been changed to protect identities!)

Join the ethereal, sensual journey of Women Are Weapons And Flowers. Four inner seasons - Nocturne, Inferno, Beam, Surrender - trace the rise of a woman learning to wield her fire and tenderness. Each micro-prose and poem piece stands alone, yet together they map a life in motion: mystery opening in the night, desire that burns and teaches, joy that steadies, and quiet surrender that heals. Perfect for readers who love wild, impactful poetry with an unmistakable sensuality. Lines to underline, share, and return to again and again. A Collection of Dark Devotional Poetry

She hates him for leaving. He loves her enough to die alone.

Jane is born into immense wealth and power.Betrothed from birth to the Duponts ,her future seems to be set in stone,until the young girl announces her intention to remain unmarried...

"Har dil mein ek aisa ishq hota hai, jo sirf ek naam se pehchaana jaata hai." → In every heart, there's a love that answers only to one name. Every pair reflects one face of Ishq - from purity to chaos, laughter to pain, distance to destiny. And all threads tie back to that one truth: "Kisi ke naam ka ishq likha ho toh, usse mitaana mumkin nahi." .... Viddhi voice came softly, as if it had been fighting for years to find its way out. "Tumhe pata hai, maine kab samjha ki mujhe tumse pyaar hai?" He froze.The world quieted - no voices, no wind - just the echo of her words and his heartbeat stumbling inside his chest. Vansh voice was quiet, careful. "Kab?" She smiled, faintly, like confessing a wound that never healed. "Jab kisi aur ne mera naam liya... aur mujhe laga, woh hak kisi aur ka ho hi nahi sakta." ..... There are loves that begin with confessions, and there are loves that begin with silence. Mere Naam Ka Ishq is that silence - the kind that doesn't need to be spoken to be real. It's the love that lives quietly behind someone's name, hidden between the heartbeats and unspoken prayers. Viddhi never believed in grand love stories - until she met him. He wasn't just the hero of her dreams or just trailer, he was a quiet presence who made everything around her feel softer, warmer, real. Their story never had declarations, no promises whispered under the stars. It was made of glances through classroom windows, unsent messages, and prayers she never admitted were for him. But soon enough, their love founds its home within their name. "Mere Naam Ka Ishq" is not just love. It's remembrance. It's faith. It's where love stops being a feeling, and becomes a part of your existence. Because sometimes, the purest kind of love isn't the one that ends with "us." It's the one that stays - quietly, eternally - with your name.

"I have seen beauty. But none of them are you." -an excerpt from poetry collection written by Vanessa H. Evans. She does not fall in love, she chooses. In Deliberate Desires, literature professor Vanessa Evans bares her mind and body through a series of raw, sensual, and soul-deep poems-each one a deliberate act of worship for the woman she loves and dedicates to the only woman who's ever made her lose control-her wife. Written with the precision of academia and the hunger of obsession, this collection explores touch, memory, surrender, and the echo of someone who has become more than just a lover-a home. This is not a story of falling; this is a declaration of choosing again, and again, and again. Always her and only her.

Top 1 in india (20/01/25) "𝑻𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑻𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊" 𝜗ৎ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝜗ৎ ----------------------------------------------- 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉-𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.. ݁₊ ⊹ . 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

जानम, देख लो, मिट गईं दूरियाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ सुन सको तो सुनो धड़कनों की ज़बाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ ~Drishti "Love, for me, is devotion. I cannot see him, but my heart recognizes him the way a prayer recognizes its own peace. Love is trusting his voice in every silence, holding his hand as if it is the only light I know. It is the faith that even in darkness, his presence will guide me home. People say love begins with sight but mine begins with surrender, with believing in someone I have never seen yet feel in every heartbeat. For me, love is sacred, a quiet promise to stay, to trust, to belong. And if this is devotion... then I live my whole life loving him. ~Ekaksh "Drishti... If your love is devotion, then mine is gratitude - gratitude that God trusted me with a heart as pure as yours. You say you can't see me, but you don't need to. Because every time you hold my hand, I feel seen in a way I never have before. You walk through darkness with faith... and that faith makes me stronger. You call my presence your light, but the truth is you are the reason I know what love truly is. If love is sacred for you, then for me, you are sacred. Your trust is my prayer, your heartbeat is my peace, and your devotion... that is my entire world.

'Khamoshi mera dusra naam hai...meri aawaz koi nahi sunta!' 'Phir main woh saaz hoon, jisme sirf aap ki dhun sunai deti hai Aap meri Dhun hai!' She grew up watching love turning into a war. He lost someone, not to death, but by destiny. PRACHI RAJVANSH, she doesn't believe in love and KRISH YADHUVANSHI, he stopped chasing it long ago. Bounded by traumas, scars and the cruel twist of destiny, the two broken souls are about to collide together. What will happen when their fates cross paths? Will it heal them? Will it destroy them? But, among the chapters they never wrote, there lived a girl who never knew her true identity, with her name forgotten, consequently becomes the bridge that connects two souls. What if the bridge never knew where it's began? What if the thread holding the two hearts never knew she was the knot?

Two separate world turns into one because of a silly encounter. Each of them have different lives that none of them could have anticipated that their path will cross. But opportunities doesn't just come by, so she had to push it no matter how long it takes to take the perfect shot. The latter one though, doesn't want to be included into her chaotic life. She had been the kind of woman who just like sitting in the corner quietly while reading her medical books, now what would happen if some person that she hates decided to push her boundaries? Status: ON GOING Date: January 2 2026 -

This collection of poems captures the wandering thoughts of my mind-moments of reflection, fleeting emotions, and the quiet whispers of my heart. Each verse is a glimpse into the world within, unraveling the delicate threads of joy, pain, nostalgia, and hope. Through these words, I invite you to join me on a journey through the landscapes of the mind, where feelings are expressed freely and truths are discovered quietly. Let this book be a mirror to your own heart, a place where words come alive and the soul finds its voice.