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The Sparks Of Love | ✓

(Uploading here just in case I end up deleting my Wattpad account one day.) [Arranged Marriage Romance.] Nikshit was very late to have realized how stupid he was for coming here. Watching her chewing on her nails while muttering to herself wasn't as pleasant to the eyes as were the patties on his plate. The combination of cheese, garlic and onion on the crispy bread with the combination of chilled soda with a slight burning sensation in the throat was savory. Nikshit almost got lost in the roundness of the plate he was eating from when there was a snap of fingers in front of his eyes. A snap of fingers coated in breadcrumbs. The breadcrumbs which flew in the air and fell on his plate. He wanted to run away without looking back. He should not have agreed to meet her today. "Back to Earth, Dahiya." He looked up with disgust written all over his face but it seemed like Maithili couldn't care any less. She wiped her fingers and crossed her arms before showing a grin that screamed 'you won't believe it but I have a great idea'. "You can't marry me." Of course he can't or he might go crazy within a month. "Oh?" "Yes. I have AIDS." What the f*ck? "Go tell your parents that you can't marry me because I have AIDS." The statement led by a bright smile with a jump on her seat in excitement had Nikshit choking on his soda. Eventually he felt it inside his nose as well when he tried to breathe. His eyes became watery and reddened. Maithili patted his back out of consideration and handed him a glass of water which still didn't help. "Are you okay?" The coughing stopped but Nikshit couldn't wipe off the flabbergasted look from his face. What is wrong with this girl! He doesn't want to stay around her anymore. She's crazy! ～ ☆✿☆～

Kesariya : The Shade Of Love

What is the venture of running away from home, responsibilities, pressure and expectations to find peace of mind and instead you find something you'd never even thought about being in the equation- love and then madly, deeply, passionately and crazily keep falling into the depths of it no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it's just a phase and you're being immature? What is the probability of travelling through the streets of Varanasi and befriending someone drowning at the Manikarnika Ghat? Now, What are the odds of meeting a stranger at a funeral only to keep coming across him every now and then and coincidentally finding him drowning in the banks of river Ganga? Albeit, you learn that he wasn't really drowning but just torturing himself into believing he was being delusional and a coward all along and trying to punish himself? What is the likelihood of being asked by the same person, whom you keep crossing paths with, to marry him just after knowing him for barely a few weeks only to find yourself rejecting him immediately for obvious reasons and then get pulled into a bloody event of mobs then get saved by him? Again, What are the chances of being put on a gunpoint at the age of merely twenty-one for being in love with the only daughter of one of the most influential thakur families, getting beaten up black and blue and still smile through the pain like a madman while the woman who'd been nothing but denying you for months actually trying to protect you? Love was a strange thing. A little bittersweet and very dramatic when making its appearance followed by the series of events equally dramatic coming in with doldrums. [Delve in to find out more!]

Old School Romance | ✓

✿⁠ old school romance ✿ Love was strange, a little scary and too tempting to not look forward to experiencing the depths of it being aware of the ups and downs as well as how warm and cold it could be at the same time. After all, pain and pleasure had always been the coexistent pair who never really left the other's side even if one has to be dominated for a lifetime. For being the most patient and observant man, Agastya's eyes always remained stuck and unmoved when she was the visionary delight. While to his deception, the woman who'd been avoiding being the center of attention all her life now loved lingering around in the same vicinity, just to feel the giddiness in her heart that his undivided attention brought. Where the human hand is artistic, theirs helped people live while holding each other's hand and walking through the roads of old school romance in the midst of their chaotic lives. Where Agastya wrote some lines of affection for her, Daksha sang the tales of love for him.

Alluring Hearts

Kartik Shekhawat never thought he'd be the kind of man to hesitate when it came to love. But after a painful breakup shattered his trust, he's spent years keeping his heart locked away. Moving on feels impossible-until fate intervenes. When his cousin introduces him to Ira Agnihotri, a family friend who has just moved back to Delhi, he agrees to meet her. Not because he believes in second chances, but because he's tired of being stuck in the past. Ira is everything Kartik no longer allows himself to be-hopeful, open-hearted, and ready to embrace love without fear. For her, romance is meant to be soft, effortless, and filled with joy. She wants a love story, not a battlefield. But Kartik is distant, his silences heavy with unspoken fears. He sees the world in shades of caution, while she walks through it with unshaken belief in love's magic. Their match is arranged, but their differences are glaring. Kartik is guarded, weighed down by the past, while Ira is ready to dive into a future full of possibilities. Two strangers, brought together by an arranged match, now stand at the crossroads of what could be. As they navigate their contrasting personalities, unexpected sparks fly. But will Kartik's fears sabotage their growing bond, or will Ira's warmth be enough to melt the walls around his heart? But how do you build something real when one of you is afraid to fall? And how long can Ira hold on before she realizes that love, no matter how patient, still needs to be met halfway?

Fated Strings | ✓

Shravya Solanki's life had changed drastically when a hurricane of events full of bad luck and toxicity ran over her life. A life she'd lived so far had turned into something she'd been unconsciously trying to suppress underneath the ground like a grave. She was at fault. She did not see past the present that could ruin her future. She suffered the consequences of her own as well as the mistakes of others. There was nothing she could do other than clinging onto the one thing she was good at- resilience. [Find more in the prelude!]

The Pawn's Revenge

On the board of chess where the pawns were used, rooks were outsmarted, bishops were defeated and knights engaged in a battle of bloodbath, there stood a Queen in the middle of the ruins at the farthest corner, trying to conquer the throne of Damanpuri, weaving a web of undeniable defeat for the ones who'd killed her father and thrown her into a lake that not only had fishes but also some piranhas. Sonali Mehra had learnt to swim long ago, preparing for the day when she'd be able to step out of the curtain and stop hiding and working from behind the scenes. After a long time of strategic planning and plotting, she'd finally stepped up on the board and taken up the charge as the Queen out in the open. The battle of revenge wasn't easy. She had to lose her bishops, rooks as well as her several pawns but there remained her loyal knight that let her take his rein and carried her through the game. Damanpuri was under the fire of atrocities and the groundbreaking soul crushing truths were masked under the facade of ruins of its own people who were nothing but mere pawns while the stronger moved forward to be the strongest. Shaurya Rawat was one of such pawns chosen by Sonali Mehra who'd decided to use him as her stepping block. Until he'd become the last remaining pawn on their side of the board that the queen had fallen in love with. • • • [Delve in to find out more!]

The U̶n̶desired Wife - The Queen's web |✓

"I don't trust your words. Your words are treacherous and pretentious." She glared. "I'll let my actions do the talking then." He smiled. She wanted butterflies in the stomach. He wanted a companion who'd calm his mind. She wanted to be someone special. He wanted someone he desired. [Find more in the prelude.] [PS: Pictures used in the book have been taken from internet browser and belong to their respective copyright owners.]

Aeipathy | ✓

Mihika Arora unexpectedly got married to her best friend, Aarush when her groom ran away on the wedding day. Although what had been following before and will follow after these unexpected turn of events will have her life in crumbling shells, getting picked up by someone gradually, one by one. Someone who is waiting to be fixed and loved again. But this time, loving and being loved will be different. °° Join Aarush and Mihika on their journey towards their new beginnings.

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The Sparks Of Love | ✓

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Kesariya : The Shade Of Love

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Old School Romance | ✓

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Alluring Hearts

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Fated Strings | ✓

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The Pawn's Revenge

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The U̶n̶desired Wife - The Queen's web |✓

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Aeipathy | ✓

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