"Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Multi couples Princess× King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Revange Replacement Touch her and die She fell first and harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Mature scene 18+ Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @authorr_naina aka me Start: End:

Stories on my favourite Indian TV serials. This purely based on my imagination and if you don't like it kindly leave don't spread hate comments. Please vote if you like it

_____________________________________ ✨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. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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!!

I was about to marry my true love, filled with joy and excitement, when the unthinkable happened. My best friend, who had vanished for two excruciating years, burst onto the scene and shot him right in the head. Panic took over as he forcefully married me, transforming my life into a nightmare in mere moments. What now? --- **Adhushrit Rathore** At 27, he's the epitome of danger and intrigue-standing tall at six feet with mesmerizing brown hazel eyes that could captivate anyone. Known as the Lion's Cage, he reigns as the ruthless mafia leader of Rajasthan. *"Touch her, and I will ensure you'll regret ever existing."* **Niyati** A 26-year-old author and dancer, Niyati embodies kindness and an insatiable love for nature. Working in a small company to support her family, she balances life in her middle-class world. With long hair cascading to her hips, she effortlessly rocks both traditional and Western styles. A slim figure and a passion for reading make her enchanting. *"I was content until one incident spiraled my life into a beautifully twisted nightmare."* What secrets lie behind the man she is now bound to? How will the future unfold for both of them? What shadows linger from their shared past? Why is this tale titled "Broken Souls"? Discover the answers within the pages of this gripping story. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of my work will not be tolerated.

Tara Chakraborty... a simple, Plus size, soft-hearted girl whose heart breaks even at the slightest thing. And Ranveer... a man whose anger, possessiveness, and cold behavior are beyond comprehension. Between them begins a story filled with more pain than love, more misunderstanding than trust, and more control than care. One mistaken suspicion... One false smile... And Kriti's innocent act of ma. king things dirty... All of this turns Tara's life into a living hell in a matter of seconds. Ranveer, the man Tara loved with all her heart... One day, he burns her hands-all because of a misunderstanding. And Tara's heart cries out for just one thing: "I wish I had never seen Ranveer..." But fate has something else in store for them both. After Ranveer learns the truth... will he let Tara distance herself from him o r... will he assert even more authority over her? A story filled with 🔥 jealousy 🔥 betrayal 🔥 intense emotions 🔥 dangerous passion Because sometimes... the person you love the most, hurts you the deepest. . . . Published 13/30/2025. Reach 20k 12/1/2026. Reach 30k 1/2/2026. Reach 40k 22/2/2026.

Hey everyone, if you're underage, I won't stop you, though I doubt you'll listen... but proceed at your own discretion. WARNING: This story is definitely not for kids. It may get steamy, intense, and *cough* extremely wild. The city sparkled below, lights twinkling like a thousand whispered secrets. From her penthouse, Amara Miller watched the world with practiced detachment. She was used to control, to predictability, to being the architect of her own life. And then he walked in. Ian Anderson. Sharp, deliberate, impossibly composed-and utterly infuriating. One glance, and the steady rhythm of her world fractured. She didn't know him. He didn't know her. Yet something about the pull between them was undeniable, a dangerous kind of curiosity that neither could resist. Sometimes, life didn't ask for permission. Sometimes, it demanded surrender. And for Amara Miller, surrender was the one thing she wasn't willing to give... yet. Join Amara and Ian on their exciting journey! WARNING: Mature content.

📍This book will not let you fall in love with red flags in real life. This story is about Sanjana and Sana,two girls born in different elite families are trapped in marriage and they become Daughter in law of one of the most powerful family in India-The Rathore's They get married to Ranvijay Singh Rathore and Digvijay Singh Rathore respectively. Sanjana-Please don't abort this child,I beg you it's been five years to our marriage and I have had three abortions please no more Ranvijay-I don't want to become father of a child who has a pathetic and disloyal maternal household. ........ Sana-Please don't rape me Digvijay-(Slaps her)Your pleads make no sense I ll take what I want.Sex after marriage is not rape Sana-Without consent it is "Bohot zaban chalne lagi hai" And that's when he beats her with belt. (The story is in Hindi and English so you need to know both the language to dive into the story... translations are available but not for all the Hindi dialogues.) I warn you before diving into the story read author's words wherever written.This is a extremely dark book not for any social message it's to fulfil the fantasies many people don't find such stories so I decided to write one..no hate to anyone I completely understand your view points but this story has a different theme please understand it and if you can't please don't touch this book and preach me morals please I humbly request 😊

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage." ••• Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets. Trayaksh Dev Khatri, a man of formidable ambition and unwavering resolve, gets entangled with Ananya Sen, a young woman with dreams as vast as the sky and a heart as tender as a daisy. Their destinies intertwine through an arranged marriage, orchestrated by Trayaksh's formidable grandmother. A single encounter is all it takes. Just one. Thus, the heavens set its own fate by uniting the two--no room of regret anymore. And so, a feral obsession begins. "People assume it's her tears that ignite my rage," A scornful chuckle left his lips. "Fools." He uttered with a menacing sneer. "It's the slightest shadow of discontent on her face, a single disheveled golden curl, a gaze that holds anything but sheer delight. Tears? They're the tipping point where I lose all restraint and set the world ablaze, turning the heavens to cinders." His declaration ended with a dangerous, chilling air, his eyes glinting lethally like shards of ice. Venture into a world where politics meets passion, blurring the lines between light and darkness within the tumultuous embrace of destiny. ARC I : His Feral Obsession ••• Now available with English Translations. ••• BEST RANKINGS #1 Chief Minister #1 Prime Minister #1 He fell First and Harder #1 Obsessive Husband #1 Possessive Husband #1 Possession #1 Elite #1 Ruthless #1 Influential #1 Wealth #1 Politics #1 Wattpad Authors #1 Wattpad Indian Story #3 Forced Proximity #5 Dark Love #5 Doting #6 Dark Romance #7 Desi ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

My Husband, My Monster. Mistakes? I've done enough in my life. But the biggest mistake was to fall for The Monster. Jaiveer Singh Rathore. I thought it to be the beautiful mistake, not realizing it would turn out to be ugly. I've sacrificed everything, destroyed my own self just to stay close to him. I tried to find a peace in him, not knowing I will be the one to left torn and hollow from inside. Jaiveer Singh Rathore is my custom-made hell and as much I want to get away from him, I found myself taking a solace in him. I've tried to stop myself, to stop the toxicity in me, but I can't. What happens when two toxic beings collide? They sucked the life out of each other until there is nothing inside. I am self-destructive when I chosed Jaiveer Singh Rathore for myself. Did enough destruction to get him all for myself. My Veer. My Monster. But is it enough? Will I ever be enough for him? ________________ I am ruined. Destroyed in such a way that there is nothing left to be fixed. But I don't pity myself. I've made myself what I am. Because I am self-destructive and so as Shravani Datta. She knew and still chose to chose me. A Marriage Pact. And her hopeful eyes that she will change me for good, not knowing she is stepping into a hell, and she will get as destroyed as me. She is unaware that my darkness will overpower her light. Shravani Datta is my custom-made heaven, the only human who have seen the real me. And I hate her for it. I hate her for understanding me and my tendencies. She shouldn't have chose me, she shouldn't have put herself in this situation, but she did. And now there is no looking back. She is stuck now. My Ravenous heart can't wait to ravished her.