Arjun Varma, a driven software entrepreneur and the son of billionaire Mohan Varma, is determined to forge his own path. When he falls in love with Meera, his poised and intelligent secretary, their relationship is tested by the dark secrets of her family's past. Defying his father's opposition, Arjun secretly marries Meera, only to face betrayal, tragedy, and a violent confrontation that changes everything. United by love and resilience, Arjun and Meera fight to overcome their families' troubled legacies and build a future defined by hope and integrity.
Arjun
I sat at the dinner table, picking at the rice on my plate. The smell of freshly cooked curry filled the air, a familiar scent that usually made my mouth water, but I wasn't hungry tonight. My thoughts were too tangled and heavy to allow room for anything else. Across from me, my father, Mohan, sat at the head of the table. His posture was as straight as ever, his face unreadable, and his eyes scanning the room like he was chairing a board meeting. It was a look I had grown up seeing, one that always made me feel like I was under a spotlight, exposed and vulnerable.
"Arjun, what's the progress on that... project of yours?" he asked, his tone heavy with skepticism, the pause before 'project' deliberate and cutting. I could already tell this conversation wasn't going to end well.
"It's not a project, Daddy," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot tightening in my stomach. "It's a software company. We've launched two apps so far, and the response has been encouraging." I hoped he'd hear the pride in my voice, but his expression didn't change.
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Encouraging doesn't pay the bills, son. When are you going to get serious about your career?" He paused. "I hope you will not keep syphoning my finance through your software company." He chuckled.
"I am serious," I said, meeting his gaze even though it felt like staring into a storm. "This is what I want to do. I know the market. Being an engineer in computer science, I'm building something from scratch. Isn't that worth something to do with my qualification?"
He snorted a sharp, dismissive sound that cut through me like a knife. "Building what? A small venture that might not even survive the next year? Why waste your time and my finance? You could be working at a top firm by now, earning a real salary with your qualification." He paused. "Or join me in our company which has been making steady and good profits?"
My grip on the fork tightened until my knuckles turned white. "It's not a waste of time. I believe in what I'm doing," I said, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts to stay calm.
"How about my second question?"
I thought and said, "I want to stand on my own. I want to try in the latest development – software." I looked into his eyes. "I have conducted an extensive study and believe it has high potential."
"Belief doesn't put food on the table," he said, shaking his head as though he couldn't fathom how I had come to this conclusion. "You're too idealistic, Arjun. You've always been. Life isn't about chasing dreams that don't pay off."
"And what is it about?" I asked, unable to hide the edge in my voice anymore. "Settling for a job just because it's stable? Following someone else's idea of success?"
His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice low but firm. The table seemed to grow quieter, the tension thick and suffocating.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "Dad, I'm not you. I don't want to spend my life climbing corporate ladders. I want to create something of my own. Something meaningful."
"Meaningful?" He let out a bitter laugh, leaning forward slightly as if to drive his words deeper. "What's meaningful about some apps? Do you think that's going to change the world?"
"Maybe it won't change the world," I said, my voice firmer now, my resolve hardening with each passing second. "But it's changing my world. It's giving me purpose. Isn't that enough?"
He stared at me for a long moment, his face unreadable. Then he sighed heavily and turned back to his plate. "You're too stubborn for your good," he muttered, almost as if talking to himself.
I wanted to say more, to defend myself, to make him see what this meant to me, but I knew it wouldn't make a difference. My father had always been like this, measuring success in numbers and titles. He didn't understand what it meant to dream of something different, something that didn't fit into his rigid mould of what a career should look like.
The rest of dinner passed in strained silence. My mother, Supriya, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood by talking about a neighbor's wedding, but her words barely registered. The tension was too thick, the air too heavy. I barely touched my food, my appetite long gone. All I could think about were my father's words, each one a weight pressing down on my chest.
After dinner, I retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me as if I could block out the world. Sitting at my desk, I opened my laptop and stared at the screen. The code for our next app was still incomplete, lines of text blurring together as my mind replayed the conversation from the dinner table.
"Small venture."
"Idealistic."
"Waste of time."
Each word echoed in my mind, louder and heavier with each repetition. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This was my path, not his. I had to remind myself of that. My company might be small now, but it was mine. Every line of code, every sleepless night, every small victory-they all meant something to me, even if my father couldn't see it.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through the messages from my team. They were excited about the app's upcoming beta launch, their enthusiasm practically leaping off the screen. For a moment, their energy drowned out the doubts that my father's words had planted in my mind.
I typed a quick reply: "Let's give it our all. This is just the beginning."
Hitting send, I felt a small spark of hope reignite within me. My father might not understand, but that didn't mean I was wrong. I had to keep going, not for him, but for myself. This was my dream, my vision, and I wasn't going to let anyone take that away from me.
Leaning back in my chair, I let my eyes wander to the sketch I'd pinned to my board-a rough logo for our company. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. And sometimes, that's all you need. A start. A spark. Something to hold onto when everything else feels uncertain.
As the night wore on, I forced myself to focus on the code in front of me. Each line I wrote felt like a step forward, a small act of defiance against the doubts and dismissals that threatened to hold me back. My fingers moved across the keyboard, the rhythm of typing grounding me, reminding me of why I started this journey in the first place.
Success wasn't about money or titles. It wasn't about living up to someone else's expectations. To me, success was about waking up every day excited to work on something I loved. It was about the journey, not just the destination. And no matter how many obstacles stood in my way, I was determined to keep moving forward.
By the time I finally closed my laptop, the heaviness in my chest had lessened. I wasn't sure what the future held, but I knew one thing for certain: I wasn't going to give up. Not on my company. Not on myself. And certainly not on the belief that sometimes, the smallest ventures can lead to the biggest dreams.
When fate intertwines two lives, even the strongest challenges cannot break the bond. Haridas, a dedicated airman in the Indian Air Force, and Premlatha, a spirited and intelligent student, find their worlds colliding in unexpected ways. From stolen moments in Delhi to heart-wrenching trials that take them miles apart, their love is tested by tradition, tragedy, and distance. Premlatha's resilience leads her to Kerala, where she unknowingly crosses paths with Haridas's family, while Haridas's unwavering dedication to his career fuels his hope for a brighter future together. In a story where destiny plays a masterful hand, love finds a way to endure. Set against a backdrop of cultural traditions, military life, and the vibrant tapestry of India, Wings of Love is a moving tale of resilience, serendipity, and the triumph of an unbreakable connection.
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?