_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

> Drishti Nayak is 20 - chubby, quiet, and sweet to the bone. A girl who lives in oversized sweaters, always on Wattpad, and fantasies of mafia kings who kill for love. She never expected one to walk out of her imagination and into her life. > Massimo Ricci is 35 - the cold, calculating king of Italy's most feared mafia empire. He doesn't fall in love. He takes. And now, he wants her. For reasons even he can't understand, Drishti becomes his obsession - the only softness in his brutal world. But being his obsession comes at a cost. Because in Massimo's world, love isn't gentle. It's possessive. Dangerous. And forever

Arav Singh Rathore, the King of Jaipur - untouchable, arrogant, powerful. She's the curvy, middle-class girl who never stood a chance. Until she did. Radha never imagined her first job would land her face-to-face with Aarav Singh Rathore - the cold-hearted CEO feared across continents and worshipped by millions. But from the moment she walks into REH, everything changes. She's too innocent. He's too dangerous. And yet... he can't look away. What begins as a professional encounter quickly spirals into late-night tension, forbidden feelings, and a dangerously possessive obsession. " He ruled a kingdom. But she's the only thing he can't control."

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

From the moment Aurora Romano could walk, she was warned to stay away from him. Luca De Luca - the ruthless heir to Italy's deadliest mafia family. Cold. Cruel. Deadly. And terrifyingly silent. He never spoke to her. Not a word. Not a glance. Not even when they were children playing in the same villa courtyard. While others chased her with laughter, he stood in the shadows, watching. Always watching. To her, he hated her. His silence screamed of disdain. His sharp gaze felt like a knife. His presence made her heart race-for all the wrong reasons. But what she didn't know was that Luca had been obsessed with her for years. From the moment she smiled at him when they were eight and he didn't know how to smile back. Now, ten years later, she's grown into a fierce beauty-still soft-hearted, still scared of him. And Luca? He's no longer just the quiet boy in the corner. He's a man feared by everyone, even his enemies. Ruthless. Heartless. Unforgiving. She thought he hated her. But the truth is far darker. He was never ignoring her. He was waiting.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. A harmless Ouija board game turns deadly when they awaken something ancient-something that chooses her. Zane isn't a ghost. He's something older. Darker. Possessive. Twisted. After centuries in the underworld, it's his turn to claim a soul. But he doesn't just want Aria's body-he wants everything. Her friends begin disappearing one by one, and she starts to feel him not only watching... but living inside her. He's obsessive. She's his tether. And he'll kill anyone who touches what's his. But the scariest part? Aria doesn't want to let him go. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

She was a nameless staff in his towering empire. He was a man destined for greatness... and already claimed by another. But fate-cruel and cunning-tied their lives together with a lie wrapped in roses and regret. Juliette never asked for love. She only wanted a quiet life, a dream of her own perfume shop, and maybe... a place to belong. Sebastian Whitmore, cold and calculated, offered her marriage-not out of love, but out of obligation. Hidden from the world, sealed with promises that meant nothing to him. What began as a forced union slowly turned into something unspoken. She cared for him in ways he never noticed. He wore the scents she made, breathed in the comfort she left behind... Yet he never knew it was her. Until she was gone. Until everything fell apart. Until the woman he never chose became the one his heart could never forget. And now-he's chasing ghosts in the wind, searching for the scent that once felt like home. 📌 Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of death and grief, which may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care.

This story revolve around 1920's era. A simple 18 years old girl who is like an innocent flower who doesn't know about how the world works because her whole world revolves around her parents and her two elder sisters. A 27 years old sarpanch who is the head of 9 villages and had connections with higher officials. Nobody can utter a single word against him. so shall we start......

Meera X Rudra What happens when a girl who has no knowledge of anything except her studies and family is forced to marry Village head. Tropes: Forced Marriage Age gap(36-22) Love at first sight He fell first and harder Bratty FMC (*Warning: Mature Content)