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.
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(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! ～ ☆✿☆～
Marriage, they said, was sacred. But for Gauryansh Trehan and Vamika Sehgal, it was anything but simple. Born from a promise between old friends, one now gone and the others left behind holding onto memories. This marriage was arranged long before either of them had even been born. Gauryansh never asked for this alliance. Stoic, emotionally restrained, and haunted by expectations, he grew up knowing Vamika would one day be his but knowing it didn't mean accepting it. And certainly not welcoming it. So he pretended and acted like she didn't matter, like her presence didn't mess with the order he had created around himself but Vamika had always been there. Laughing a little louder than the rest. Lingering in every corner of his life. Trying too hard to be seen. Hoping too deeply to be loved. She never confessed, but her eyes and actions did. Her silences screamed it. Her every attempt to make him acknowledge her was drenched in an ache she tried desperately to hide. While Gauryansh, cold and controlled, kept pushing her away. Perhaps to protect himself, perhaps to punish them both for a love he refused to name. They were engaged when they were twenty-one and then everything collapsed soon afterwards. After a bitter argument, Vamika had done what Gauryansh never thought she'd do. She'd set him free and walked away. She'd called off the wedding and broken the engagement quietly. She'd left and with her, the version of her that used to chase after him, that waited for him and that believed in him were gone too.
✿ 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.
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?
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!]
"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.]
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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