Suno Ay Jan E Jaan

Annie had been by Finn's side, taking care of him as a fake fiancée for her younger sister Sofia, in order to raise money for their mother's medical treatment. She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him, but she always cheered him on and stood by him sincerely. She had been with Finn during the dark years when he was blind, and bringing light into his life. However, she left when Finn could once again see clearly. Sofia pretended to be the one with Finn during his weakest moments and announced to the media that they would soon be getting married. Now that Finn can see again, will he recognize that Annie is the girl who always cared for him, or will he believe Sofia's lies and marry her afterward?

After losing his beloved fiancée to an accident; Jaden Keystone, the youngest billionaire in the country closes his heart never to be opened again. Nineteen year old Anna Alexander isn’t everyone’s favorite girl but everyone’s topic when it comes to gossip. Being beautiful, smart, audacious and ridiculously stubborn weren’t qualities that made up a woman and ironically; the last person to care about this opinions was Anna. If life could spiral in the wrong direction; living in the Keystone Villa preparing to get married to rich and mean Jaden wasn’t definitely the direction Anna thought life could spin to. Her determination to save her father, his compromise to save his family’s name; the two bitter souls were not trying to make their marriage work. But when Jaden barges into Anna undressing and finds it hard to take his eyes off her; their relationship further spirals into the unknown. Surrendering to a lifetime of animosity or opening their hearts; were options for Jaden and Anna.

Following the success of her two novels, Cela receives an offer for the TV adaptation of her stories but a third story has to be written soon to complete a three-story special. She is not in to the project until she rediscovers the paper bearing the address of the meeting place of her supposed first date with Nate. Now that her mother is no longer around to interfere, she becomes inspired to reunite with him after many years and hopefully write the third novel based on their new story. Unfortunately, he is now about to get married in two months. Disappointed with the turn of events, she decides not to meet him again. She visits their old meeting place and finds it a good place to write but unexpectedly meets him there. They agree not to talk to each other if they meet there again but fate leads them to meet again under different circumstances leaving them no choice but to speak to each other. Suddenly, Nate’s fiancée starts acting weird and suggests that he spend the weekend with Cela while she is away. Although it confuses him, he figures that it is her way of helping him get closure. The two spend one Sunday reminiscing the past expecting a closure in the end but the wonderful moment they share this time only makes it harder to achieve that closure so Cela has to put a stop to it saying, “Please don't think even for a second that there is still something left or something new to explore after everything that happened or did not happen. This is not a novel. This is reality. We don't get sequels or spin-offs in real life. We just continue. We move forward and that's how we get to the ending."

In their second year of high school three boys find themselves in complex triangle of love. Maya and Taiga have been dating since their first year, maya having feelings with his ex dante, unable to move on maya soon realizes he's deeply inlove with both his boyfriend and his ex, how would he break the news to taiga, unknowingly to him taiga can't seem to wrap his head around the fact that he's attracted to his boyfriends ex, maya having welcome dante to their relationship, maya desperately trying to get taiga and dante to succumb to his fantacy, a fantacy taiga and dante secretly loves. Told with raw emotion and heart this is a story about bad communication, pretense and love.

After eight years of love, Liz Smith went from being the woman Zac Lincoln once saw as the love he could never forget, to someone he couldn’t wait to get rid of. She had spent three years trying to hold on, giving everything she had. But once her last bit of affection ran dry, she finally gave up and walked away. On the day they broke up, Zac sneered coldly and said, “Liz, I’ll be waiting for you to come crawling back, begging me to take you back.” But what came instead wasn’t a plea—it was news that she was getting married. Furious, he called her. “Are you done with your little game?” A deep male voice answered from the other end. “Mr. Lincoln, my fiancée is in the shower. She can’t come to the phone right now.” Zac let out a bitter laugh and hung up. He convinced himself it was just another one of Liz’s tricks—playing hard to get. It wasn’t until her wedding day, when he saw her in a white gown, holding a bouquet, walking down the aisle toward another man, that reality finally hit him. Liz had truly let him go. Like a madman, he pushed through the crowd and rushed to her. “Liz, I know I was wrong. Please don’t marry someone else. Please.” Liz lifted her dress and walked right past him. “Didn’t you say you and Xena were perfect for each other? Why are you kneeling at my wedding now, Mr. Lincoln?”

Eric Brandford, multibillionaire CEO of Brandford Inc. needs a nanny for his daughter. Blake Harper, a college student applies for the job. She falls in love with seven-year-old Sydney Brandford, heiress to the Brandford Empire, but doesn't get along with Eric. He seems to be trying to control her, but will his control issues break her. They do not get along at all, but will they learn they have more in common than what they thought. Can they overcome their issues for Sydney or will it destroy them.

"Why do you remind me so much of my wife?" he asked.  "Maybe I am her," she replied.   Sophia agreed to marry Leo, a renowned Mafia lord , after spending the night with him. She spent two years trying to make her marriage work, and just when she thought things were going her way, Leo announced he was leaving her for another woman.   She fled the country after almost being murdered by Leo's new fiancée and met Quinn, another infamous Mafia who promised to exact revenge on those who wronged her.   Now, she returns with a thirst for revenge and a little replica of her ex-husband. What happens when old sparks begin to fly? Will she stick to her quest for revenge or abandon it and follow her heart?

I dated my younger brother’s best friend, Dylan Lane, for three years. More than once, he told me how much he loathed arranged marriages and how he hated being chained by family interests. However, one night, after another bout of indulgence, he wrapped his arms around me and begged me sweetly to design a wedding ring for his fiancée—someone he had never even met. The smile froze on my face, yet he just said indifferently, “Aren’t people like us all destined to marry for our families' benefit?” Seeing the blood drain from my face, he even chuckled. “Vee, don’t you tell me you're still as naïve as a 20-year-old girl, thinking I would ever marry you? At most, we're just… pillow friends." Later, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged for me. Dylan showed up on my wedding day, disheveled and red-eyed. He fell to his knees and begged me not to leave. I stood beside my new husband, hand in hand, and smiled faintly as I chuckled. “Didn’t you say people like us were born for arranged marriages? I’m simply doing what you always wanted me to do. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

Finding out that you got drunk and lost your virginity to your ex, whom you haven't seen in nine years, is terrible. But finding out that he's your sister's fiancée is a disaster. ****** Nine years ago, they were together ever since Abigail Shay Renaud was heartbroken by the love of her life, Maven Raphaello Dimitriou. His affair with another girl and how uncaring Maven was made Abby give up, so she broke off their relationship immediately. She was used to being abandoned and not being cared for. That's why she left. The attitude of her family and Maven made her used to it, and choosing to leave them was all the best she could think of. How she wished that things would be better without her. She left Toronto for Milan, Italy, trying a new life without anyone hurting her. It worked, and Abby was happy. Until they met again nine years later, they were now at a point where everything was turned upside down. She's on the light and dark sides of the world surrounding them. Because Maven not only appeared to be her ex-boyfriend but also the fiancé of her older sister. Abby was sure that she no longer had any feelings for Maven. But that is at great risk as Maven pulls her in with all their complicated pasts and twisted futures.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.