Naazuk Chand Aangan Mein
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In the misty hills of Rajgarh, a cast-out pregnant woman saves the fragile prince of a royal bloodline. Taken into the palace as a wet nurse, Anaya hides her unborn child while nursing the king's son back to health with the help of ancient lactation herbs. But as her bond with the baby deepens, so does the magnetic pull between her and the boy's father, Maharaja Aarav Devraj.
In a palace haunted by secrets, duty, and desire, love blossoms in the unlikeliest of places... beneath the moonlight, in a courtyard where nothing fragile stays untouched.
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Mis(s)matched: Redemption
Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.Concluída
NAVYA~The life of secret (Re-writing )
The lovely girl of RAGHUVANSHI , who is the soul of the 2 royal families of Rajasthan [THE RAJVANSH AND RAGHUVANSHI]. She is the most pampered child in the family. She is a devotee of Mahadev.She get separate from her family due to one accident which happened in her life. What happens when she come back to India after 8 years?. What happened when she meet her a long lost love after 8 years? Do you think he still love her? What happened when she got to know the family she was loving from the far away had accepted another girl has their sister and forgotten her existence? The most eligible bachelor and the handsome ,who is the king of royal family of Italy,who had been waiting for his love from past 8 years . He is most handsome and Prince charming and many girls dream. what happens when he see her ?unknown of her identity , will he recognise her?what what happens when he got to know the truth that to behind the darkness ? What happens when Navya meets her family not has a their daughter or thier princess but has a stranger?? She thinks that her family hate her! Is that true, will they able to accept her? What happens when she returns India with all dark secrets? IT WOULD BE A REUNION OR DESTRUCTION!??? TROPES : Princess Queen × King Childhood love Age difference powefull Mafia Dark past Hidden secrets SHE FELL FIRST AND HE FELL HARDER!!! . . . . . Do support please ✨
Bound By Obsession Freed By Spirit: A Political Journey
Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enoughobsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon to bind his soul in chains of and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---
MaNan || Unconditional Love✅
A Secret Love Story Of MaNan No Mystery a Simple Cute Love story of our very Own MaNan where a rude arrogant businessMan is a Baby of his Jaan And A cute chubby bubbly Jaan of her Baby Monster I am not a writer just a random thought so just wrote this☺️ Cover By @BlackySparklyConcluída
Her Warmth His Peace
When Rajveer Singh Rathore, the royal prince of Udaipur, was left by his wife, his world shattered overnight. His newborn son's cries echoed through the palace - cries no one could calm. Not his mother, not the royal doctors, not even the most experienced nannies in Rajasthan. Until she came. Ananya Sharma, a simple, kind-hearted girl from a small town, walks into the palace expecting nothing but a job. Yet the moment she holds the crying prince in her arms, silence fills the room - and something inside Rajveer begins to breathe again. She brings laughter back into the palace, warmth into the cold marble halls, and light into Rajveer's guarded heart. But as walls begin to crumble and hearts begin to heal, a question lingers - Can a girl with nothing to her name become the warmth that a broken prince and his son had been waiting for all along? #Royal romance #single dadConcluída
How about love?✨
Amulya Anand, a 23 year old working as a personal assistant in a MNC company , having seen success at an early age made her strong and independent, but is a very kind and loving person. Akhil Vardhan, a 34 year old CEO , who worked hard to achieve what he is today, lost his parents at a very young age of 5 , down to earth and humble person. When Sparks fly between the boss and assistant, what happens when they realise what they are to each other? Will they withstand themselves or lose themselves? Will Amulya deal with her boss who is stubborn to show his feelings? To know more dive into the story!Concluída
When Silence Spoke
Ananya, a gifted journalist, never expected her past to return with such force. Years after silently loving Arjun- the charming basketball player from her college- she is sent undercover to profile him, now an international star living by the Croatian coast. Posing as a nanny to his children, she steps into his guarded world, torn between duty and the ache of old feelings. As days slip into laughter, late-night dances, and seaside family moments, Ananya unravels Arjun's hidden struggles: a broken marriage, a son left behind, a niece he raises as his own. Just as love begins to heal them both, secrets collide- her hidden identity, his estranged wife's return, and the crushing weight of public scrutiny. What follows is heartbreak, redemption, and a love tested against waves of betrayal and insecurity. Ultimately, Ananya and Arjun must decide if they are brave enough to embrace the tide that almost swept them apart.Concluída
A Twist Of Fate
In the quiet town of Dehradun, where the mountains breathe old stories and the winds carry forgotten names, a baby's cry pierces the silence..changing everything. Rudra lives with a past buried in shadows and a ten-month-old child clinging to hope. Aadhvita, soft-spoken and shrouded in silk, is thrust into his life not by choice, but by a twist of cruel fate. She doesn't know his truth. He doesn't understand her silence. And yet, their hearts begin to stir... cautiously, like strangers drawn to a familiar song. But behind the lullabies, there are secrets. Why did he leave everything behind? Why does the child look at her like he's known her forever? And what happens when two broken people start to build something real-while the world watches, whispers, and waits? "Love didn't knock. It quietly walked in, holding a baby." A tale of love unasked for, of a bond born in shadows, and the kind of quiet longing that never leaves once it arrives.Concluída
Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.
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