𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

✨ OFFICIALLY EDITED ✨ This book has been fully edited, revised, and completed. ❤️ Thank you for joining me on this journey through all the drama, chaos, laughter, and love. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy the final version of the story. 🫶📖 She could hear his footsteps approaching now. Slow. Unhurried. Dangerous. "Do you really think you can hide from me, jaan?" he murmured softly. The low warmth in his voice made her stomach flip. She stayed frozen beside the curtains while his footsteps came closer and closer. Then suddenly he was right behind her. Close enough for her to feel his warmth despite the cold weather. "Jaan..." he whispered near her ear. A shiver ran through her instantly. "Adi..." she breathed softly before finally turning toward him. And there he was. Her husband. The man she loved endlessly. For a second neither of them spoke. They simply looked at each other. Then Adi smiled softly and pulled her into his arms. Anu melted against him immediately. Safe. Warm. Home. His lips brushed gently against the tattoo on her neck, pressing slow lingering kisses there that made her knees weaken embarrassingly fast. The sensation sent warmth spreading through her entire body. "Adi..." she whispered softly, gripping his shirt tighter. And then he...... ✨ Completed Story Started on - 27/06/2022 Ended on - 04/02/2023 🖋️ AUTHOR'S NOTE This story is purely a work of fiction. All characters, events, and plotlines are products of imagination. Images and shayaris used in the story are sourced from Pinterest and Google. 🌟 HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in cutelove (4.9K stories) #2 in Crush (71.7K stories) #8 in India (40.3K stories) #5 in family (206K stories) #2 in Indian (22.4K stories) #6 in mature (129K stories) #2 in Delhi (9.97K stories) #3 in Wattpad (127K stories) #53 in friends (187K stories)

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.

This is a short village story from 1980's era.. Completed ✔️ # Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

Book One of ~A Rathore Wife Series ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ Avni Sharma thought the worst her demanding boss could throw at her was sleepless nights and impossible deadlines-until he asked her to become his contract wife for six months. Rudransh Singh Rathore, ruthless CEO of Rathore Group of Industries and India's most sought-after bachelor, has no interest in love or marriage. But with mounting pressure from his family, he needs a solution-and fast. His answer? The one woman who always gets the job done: his loyal and unsuspecting PA. What starts as a professional arrangement soon blurs into something dangerously personal... ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS INCLUDED

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 , 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏 . ── .✦── .✦ 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 , 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 , 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 . 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 , 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 . ─ .✦── .✦ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 . ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 . 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 .

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗