Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

Five years into marriage, he is still unreachable. A marriage that looks perfect from the outside, he is a self-made CEO-distant, disciplined, untouched by warmth. Successful, controlled, and impossibly cold. She is his wife-quietly strong, the steady presence in a house ruled by restraint. She once had a life of her own. Now she has twin toddlers, quiet faith, and a husband who keeps his heart locked away. They share a past neither of them names-one shaped by loss, choices made too fast, and emotions left unfinished. He doesn't believe in God. She never stopped. Their life looks settled. It isn't. Because some marriages begin long before love... and some silences exist for a reason.

She stood in front of the dressing table, lightly spraying perfume on her pulse points, stealing one last glance at her reflection. The white and pink floral chiffon saree clung to her perfectly, making her look effortlessly beautiful. Behind her, her husband appeared, wrapped in a towel around his waist, trying to catch his reflection in the mirror. But she blocked his view. "How long are you going to stand there staring at yourself? Move," he said, a mix of irritation and amusement in his voice, grabbing her shoulder to nudge her aside. She didn't budge, deliberately lingering, pretending to fuss with her neckpiece, enjoying the slight flare of his temper. His eyes flicked to her bare neck. No mangalsutra. He let out a long sigh and, without a word, picked it up from the dressing table and draped it around her neck from behind. She frowned. "No, this will ruin my outfit," she protested, her voice tinged with mock annoyance. "You're too beautiful to go out without it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her shoulder. "The world needs to know that you're owned." He reached for the comb, fingers brushing hers as he did. "No one owns me," she snapped, spinning to face him. He smirked, running the comb through his hair with lazy confidence. "I'm your wife, and you're my husband," she said, pointing a finger at him, her eyes blazing. "We're equals. No one owns anyone, understood?" He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. "No. I own you, and you own me." With that, he tossed the cold comb onto the table. Her eyes followed the comb, and she shot him a sharp glare before storming out of the room. He rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and went back to getting ready. He yearns for love that feels like home - a bond to claim, a heart to protect. She dreams of freedom - to live on her own terms, to be her own strength. When his need for belonging meets her need for freedom, will love give them wings or chains?

"Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world begins to unravel. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined that Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

Pari Thakur has always lived in the shadows. Sweet, soft, and overlooked because of her size, she never imagined a man like Kabir Raizada-ruthless, arrogant, devastatingly handsome-would ever look her way. For six secret months, he became her everything: the man who touched her when the world ignored her, who made her feel desired, even cherished. But Kabir Raizada doesn't do love. He doesn't do forever. To him, women are entertainment, bodies to conquer and discard, and Pari was no different... until one mistake changes everything. When Pari discovers she is pregnant, her fragile dream of belonging to him shatters under the weight of his cruelty. Kabir refuses to accept the child, refuses to accept her. With cold words and brutal detachment, he pushes her out of his life, proving she was only ever a fleeting distraction. But fate is not so easily controlled. What Kabir casts aside may become the one thing he can't live without. And Pari, once weak in his arms, may discover a strength that forces him to his knees. In a world where desire burns, betrayal cuts deep, and love is the most dangerous risk of all- can a ruthless man ever learn to cherish the woman who was once his greatest mistake?

"How do we know if we are doing things the right way? I wanted to learn everything about intimacy so I can please you in every possible way. I even wondered about how long a man usually lasts. I want to explore everything with you. And if there's something you want me to do, tell me. I don't want this to be just about me asking for what I want. I want it to be about us." "Oh my God, are you carrying me? Please put me down. I don't want you to strain your back because of my weight." *************************************** Aakash never believed in love. He is reserved, introverted and carry a past he never speaks about. He enters marriage not with hope but with obligation. To him, it's just another responsibility he wished to carry out. Meenakshi enters the same marriage carrying a different battle. She is curvy, soft-hearted and full of warmth but weighed down by years of insecurity. She has learned to smile through judgment, to laugh through whispers and to expect less than she deserves. An arranged marriage ties them together. He is a man of silence. She learns to see his care hidden within it. But is silent care enough for a lifetime together? What begins as two strangers under one roof slowly turns into something neither of them expected in the quiet moments, in accidental touches, in shared meals, in silent protection and in unspoken understanding. This is not a loud love story. It is a slow one. When a broken man and an insecure woman choose to stand by each other, the healing turns into perfection and a love slowly becomes obsession. A story of curves, scars, healing and a love that learns to stay.

David Harrington once had it all. A wife A family A home built on love A privileged life Now he's lost everything. Served with divorce papers at the very firm he built, David falls from perfection to headline. Emily - the only woman he's ever loved - is done. But he's not. Haunted by who he destroyed - and by a secret he's run from for decades - he'll do whatever it takes to win her back. Emily isn't just done - she's rebuilding. Devastated but not destroyed, she's forging a new life for herself and the boys. But when a sophisticated and enigmatic hotelier steps back into her world, she realises she isn't quite finished with love. But is he a safe harbor - or another beautiful shipwreck? Ava never meant to fall for him, and now she's left with an awful decision. Does she chase a love that was never really hers? What about the woman she can't stop measuring herself against? Emily isn't just the wife Ava envied. She's the reflection of everything Ava wishes she could be. The affair was just the beginning. The aftermath is where the real story lives. Follow for spoilers: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61578834088188 Music playlist: 👉 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1uoptfoogWScDIfzPAolHG Updates every Friday and Saturday. © 2025 LolaLovesParis - All Rights Reserved.

Emilia "Mila" Ferretti never expected to inherit her sister's fate. When Daniella dies tragically, Mila becomes the replacement bride for Dominic Kane: the ruthless heir who was promised a Ferretti wife. Facing her family's financial ruin, Mila has no choice but to marry a man she barely knows. But Dominic harbors a twisted secret: he never wanted Daniella. He's always wanted to claim Mila, the woman he's been in love with for years. And now that she's his, he'll destroy anyone who tries to take her away.

When Olivia's young mother faced an impossible choice-keep her child or lose her inheritance-she made the heartbreaking decision to abandon the newborn Olivia at an orphanage. Growing up, Olivia never stopped hoping that one day she'd find a family of her own. That chance came when she turned 14 and the wealthy Hilton family adopted her. But reality hit her hard as soon as she realized she was merely a replacement for the Hiltons' missing daughter, Caroline. On Olivia's 24th birthday, the Hilton family announced her marriage to General Clayton Bradford, four years her senior, the most sought-after bachelor in town, and the man she had secretly loved from afar. She thought he could learn to love her too. But four years later, he still couldn't forget Caroline. Just as Olivia discovered she was pregnant, Caroline returned, shattering any chance she had of Clayton truly loving her. Faced with the painful reality that she could never compete with his first love, Olivia asked for a divorce and left her husband.