Dr Strange Hand

"The heartless handsome". That's exactly what Aruna thinks about Sumit. But what comes as a surprise is when he doesn't hesitate to marry despite knowing her past. But then he too divulges his reasons for diving headlong into wedlock. The word 'love' seems to be nowhere in this matrimony. [Sequel : MEANT TO BE MARRIED]

Lara only wanted one thing in her life: to be happy with her child and husband. However, that simple wish was shattered when Seno, her husband, cheated on her with his secretary. It didn't end there; Lara was also confronted with mysteries about Seno's seemingly endless wealth. Lara's encounter with an old acquaintance, who also happened to be her mother's killer, made her life even more difficult. Lara felt completely powerless. Doctor Andre became the one person she didn't want to see. Ironically, he was the only one Lara could trust. "I will never let you suffer, Lara."

“Hello. We are calling to inform you that your son, Hudson Miller, has been involved in a disciplinary infraction. Please come to the office of Erin Academy and see the principal immediately.” Well, whose rat child was this? Not his, he knew that for sure. -.- -.- After a fateful phone call, Gael Laurent, global icon and popular popstar, is drawn into the quiet life of single parent Arabella Miller and her child, Hudson. The strange woman who wants nothing to do with him and her mischievous child may muddle the clear waters of everything Gael has ever known ...

Melissa and Damien got their hearts broken by their lovers so they went to the club to drink away their pain. Melissa was dared to give a lap dance to the hottest-looking guy in the club (Damien). One thing led to another and they both had an amazing night together. Five years later, Melissa found herself at the mercy of the stranger (Damien). Not only was he her new boss. He was her baby Daddy and also, a famous Billionaire.

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.

Heating starts on the 15th, so I give my mom the money to pay the heating bill two days in advance and ask her to pay it for me. But a week passes, and it still feels like an icehouse in my apartment. I am on the phone complaining to my younger brother's wife, Selena Lyons, who lives upstairs. "You are right not to pay the heating fee. I paid, and it made no difference. We're freezing to death here." From the other end of the call, I faintly hear my nephew shouting, "Mom, it's so hot! I want a popsicle!"

Shean thought she has sexual dysfunction. She has done everything to feel the orgasm but failed to have it. She thought she was a hopeless case. One night, raging testosterone named Randall approached her and preached her about how she writes her novel. Their heated arguments brought them into fiery lovemaking. Shean finds out that Randall is the one she needed to fill in her desire and worldly needs. She better gave him a great offer he wouldn't dare to decline.

Sanjana lost her parents when she was just a child. Raised by her maternal uncle in the breathtaking valley of Kashmir, she grows up clinging to two dreams—her passion for journalism and the music that flows through her veins. To survive, she sings on the radio, her haunting voice slowly becoming a quiet comfort to countless listeners. Liam, the son of a ruthless billionaire, wants nothing to do with power or legacy. Music is his only escape. On his friend Kabir’s advice, he travels to Kashmir in search of a voice powerful enough to heal him—and finds Sanjana. Her innocence, strength, and quiet resilience pull him in, and love soon takes root. But fate is merciless. A horrific car accident leaves Sanjana’s face severely disfigured. Before she can recover, Liam’s powerful mother steps in, threatening and forcing Sanjana to disappear from Liam’s life forever. Pregnant and broken, Sanjana vanishes without explaining the truth. Unable to watch her suffer, her uncle reveals a long-buried secret—Sanjana’s father belonged to an elite British family. With the help of his brother, a renowned plastic surgeon, Sanjana is given a second chance. In London, she emerges with a new face, a new name, and a shattered heart. Years later, Sanjana is Samantha Blake, a successful journalist in the UK. Fate brings her face-to-face with the past when she is assigned to cover the engagement of a billionaire—Liam. He doesn’t recognize her face. But her voice refuses to let him forget. As buried truths surface and old wounds reopen, love is tested by betrayal, loss, and the question neither of them can escape— Can love survive when everything has changed… except the heart?

After seven years of marriage, my wife had rarely asked me to accompany her back to her parents' home. She always said she didn't want me stepping into that cramped, crowded little house and feeling wronged. This year, during the New Year, I happened to be in the city where my in-laws lived for a business trip. By chance, I came across a local video online. It was posted by a resident of an upscale neighborhood. "Mom, Dad, my beloved wife and son—thank you for giving an orphan like me a complete and happy life." The elderly couple in the video were dressed in the same high-end outfits I had bought for my in-laws. I thought of how frugal they had always been, how they lived simply and spared every penny. A decision formed in my mind: tomorrow, I would buy them a place in that very neighborhood, in their name, so they could enjoy a comfortable retirement. It would be my small act of filial piety. But the next day, the moment I stepped into the residential complex, I saw my in-laws coming downstairs—with my wife and a child. Could it be that my wife had secretly bought them an apartment? I pressed my lips together, about to step forward, when a man rushed over and caught my father-in-law just as he nearly stumbled. "Dad, careful now." My footsteps froze. My wife was an only child. I had never heard of any foster relatives. He called my father-in-law "Dad." Then… who was I?