This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

Feminism

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 １ 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‶𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬ʺ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 They can't stand each other. And now, they're getting married. 𝐁𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 has grown up hating one person the most-her mother's best friend's son, 𝐑𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. He's arrogant, irritating, and loves nothing more than pushing her buttons. For him, annoying Bhumi has always been the best game to play. The feeling is mutual-she can't survive a single day around him without wanting to scream. But when their close families decide to tie them together in an arranged marriage, everything changes. Suddenly, the boy she swore she'd never stand is the man she's supposed to spend forever with. Between constant arguments, stolen glances, and a chemistry they can't ignore, their hate begins to turn into something... unexpected. One thing is certain: their wedding will be chaotic, but their love story will be unforgettable. 𝐸𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

❝When vows are shattered, redemption is the only way❞ Adyant ᥫ᭡veda 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: - Marriage of convenience - She fell first, he fell harder - Age gap - Slow-burn - Hard-core angst - Second chance romance - Groveling

Book 8 of the Mangoverse • A Marriage in Trouble Romance • His dream was to see his business roar and touch new heights. Her dream was to have a perfect family she missed out on as a child. When he married her for his gain, she had hope that one day she would win him over. That hope dimmed every day until it vanished. If six years of marriage didn't change anything, she didn't think anything else would. So she crushed her hopes with her own hands. She never complained, never fought. But it's different now. Her wounds are deep and she would not let them bleed anymore. Leaving him seems like a good option. But it is never that easy. He never knew of the pain she hid behind her supportive smiles, and now that he does, he is willing to ask for forgiveness. Or beg for it. Whatever works. He never had any intention of letting her go. Even before he married her, she was his, and he is determined to prove it now more than ever. ------

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ ❝ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❞ ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ She fell in love with her friend's brother. And they treated her as if it were a sin. ◈ She was alone. He wanted to be her home. ◈ She was an orphan. He wanted to be her family. ◈ Because sometimes the greatest love stories aren't extraordinary. They're simply about finding the one person who chooses you when no one else does. ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ ❝ Why are you here now, huh? Just to check if I died or not? ❞ Her voice cracked as she screamed. ❝ What... what are you saying? ❞ He stepped closer. ❝ Don't... don't you dare come clo- ❞ The words never left her mouth. Because in the next moment, he kissed her. And suddenly every unsaid feeling between them became impossible to ignore. ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ A story about quiet love, wounded hearts, and the people who become family when blood never did. ◌ Best Friend's Brother ◌ Age Gap Romance ◌ He Fell First & Harder ◌ Possessive Sunshine × Shy Girl ◌ Found Family ◌ Slow Burn ◌ Protective Hero ◌ Mutual Longing ◌ Soft Romance ◌ Comfort & Healing ◌ "She's Mine" Energy ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ ❝ She was looking for a place to belong. He was looking for someone to call home. ❞ ╱╲━━━━━━━━━━━━╱╲ ✦ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ All characters, events, places, and situations depicted in this story are fictional. ╲╱━━━━━━━━━━━━╲╱ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓,

Kartik Jaisingh- A man very well-behaved, understanding, calm and clever like a fox loses his peace just because of a girl who has a healthy crush on him. Meera Raichand- a naughty, bubbly, independent and full of life girl gave her heart to a man who does not even acknowledge wedding and love stories. His plan is clear. If he marries, he wants a girl like his two sisters-in-law. The probability of marriage is only 10% out of 100. Everything is clear about her too. She has decided that she will make Kartik Jaisingh the son-in-law of her house. Both are polar opposites. He believes in facts while she lives in a different world- dreams. He believes in truth and philosophy of life. He is annoyed by the fake love of the world. On the other hand, there is her who has completely planned her love story including the charming prince of her life. But was it all that easy? Could her life have become a love story with a perfect ending?

New city, new faces, and completely new feelings. To achieve her goals, Aarohi, a middle-class girl from a small town, arrives in Mumbai, the city of dreams. Her life takes a dramatic turn on the very first day of college. What happens on her first day? What unfolds when two completely different personalities collide? Will love bring Aarohi and Vivaan together, or will destiny keep them apart? Join Aarohi and Vivaan on a roller coaster of emotions, revealing a fresh perspective on love and friendship. ***************************** "Do you think this is funny?" I said pushing him away. "Not at all," he stated. "Then stop playing with my emotions everytime," I yelled. "Really? It's you who is playing with me right now by hiding your feelings," he yelled back. "Okay fine. Tell me. Yes there is something going on between us. There is something that I feel about you. So what Vivaan?" I said when he gazed at me with his confused face. "Vivaan, we both are very different from each other and so are our thoughts. When you people are busy exploring new hook up methods, I am still stuck in my old school love stories. I am stuck in my own fairy world still believing in one true love. We both are poles apart from each other. It wouldn't work out between us," I explained. "How would you know if you haven't tried yet?" he said. "Try?" I chuckled. "Love is not a joke that you can try one and if it's not funny enough you can go for another one," I said. "What do you want then?" he asked me. "I want you to leave me alone," I said. "See, whatever you say or do, you can't change the way I feel about you. So you can take your time. However long it might take. I am happy that atleast you accepted your feelings," he said cupping my face with his hand and slowly kissing my forehead. ****************************

Separated by distance united by hearts. But what happens when time leaves insecurities etched on hearts? A couple try to rekindle love that they once had. Will they be successful and sail their marriage through the storms life puts their way? • Stand Alone • For a longer description read the prologue. Started : 1st September 2018 Completed : 20th November 2018 © anamika_writes