Kartik Singhaniya was control wrapped in power. He was cold, commanding, and unshaken by defiance. In his world, lines were drawn in stone... and no woman dared cross them. Until she did. He came to choose a bride worthy of his name...soft, obedient and predictable. Instead, he chose her. Chahat Rathore - a mistake wrapped in beauty. A temptation he should have rejected. But behind that veil stood a girl with fire in her eyes and rebellion in her blood-her curves soft yet dangerously distracting, her presence impossible to ignore. She wasn't delicate... she was disarming. The kind of woman who didn't ask for attention, yet commanded it effortlessly. She played a game, pretended to be her elder sister and tried to make him walk away. But monsters don't walk away. They claim. What begins as deception spirals into something far more dangerous...a marriage tangled in forbidden tension, stolen glances, and unspoken hunger neither of them is willing to admit. Because she is his would-be bride's sister and that only makes it worse. He watches her when he shouldn't. Thinks of her when he mustn't. Wants her in ways that break every rule he has ever lived by. And when circumstances force them into a marriage neither expected... The line between right and wrong shatters completely because this marriage was never about love. It was a deal. A condition - an heir. She agrees for her sister. He agrees without knowing the whole truth. And when that truth comes out... It won't break him but unleash him. Because Kartik Singhaniya doesn't accept betrayal. He punishes it but the most dangerous part? Even in his anger, even in his control... He craves her. Not gently or purely but in a way that consumes. In a way that ruins. In a way that turns forbidden into inevitable. Some cravings aren't meant to be resisted... They're meant to destroy you.

Story 2 of THE WIFE SERIES This book will have some mature seense in future marriage never meant to happen. A husband who refuses to accept it. When a wedding collapses at the mandap, Ishita Khanna is forced to replace her runaway sister and marry Aarav Malhotra-a strict university professor bound by family pride and political pressure. For Aarav, the marriage is a secret, a burden he wants erased from his life. For Ishita, it becomes a silent prison. Living under one roof yet worlds apart, Ishita must hide her identity while Aarav ensures no one ever knows she is his wife. In classrooms, he is her professor. At home, a stranger she is bound to. In a world ruled by control, silence, and unspoken rules, what happens when a forced marriage begins to crack the walls of power, ego, and denial? Because some relationships aren't born out of love- they are survived.

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

She was forced into a marriage she never wanted... with a man who blamed her for everything he lost. After a tragic incident destroyed his life, he became cold, ruthless, and incapable of love. To him, she was nothing more than a painful reminder of his hatred - the girl he never wanted near him. But fate had other plans. Aarav Singh Rathore, a powerful and emotionless heir, agrees to marry Aadhira only for revenge. He believes her family ruined his happiness years ago, and now he wants her to suffer the same pain he carries in his heart. Aadhira Sharma has spent her whole life hiding behind fake smiles and silent tears. Trapped in a loveless marriage, she tries to survive a husband who hates her existence without even knowing the truth. As secrets unfold, hearts break, and feelings begin to change, Aarav realizes one terrifying thing... Maybe the girl he blamed was never guilty at all. In a story filled with hatred, forced marriage, heartbreak, jealousy, and unexpected love - will they destroy each other completely... or heal the wounds they never showed the world?

She built her career exposing powerful men. He built his reputation surviving politics. One explosive interview turns them into national headlines. She humiliates him on live television. He calmly destroys every question she throws at him. The country sees a political clash. But behind the cameras... He becomes curious about the fearless journalist who refuses to fear him. And she slowly discovers the man behind the perfectly controlled political image. Unfortunately- politics is dirty, media is cruel, and attraction between enemies is dangerous. Especially when the future Chief Minister starts wanting the one woman capable of ruining him. #1 at ministry in 20/05/026

Married to a man who never wanted her, Kavya learns to live in silence. Siddharth Agnihotri, a cold and powerful CEO, made it clear-this marriage is nothing but a contract. But when she carries his child, everything changes... or does it? Neglected, unseen, and slowly breaking, Kavya begins to lose herself-until the day she stops trying. And that's the day Siddharth finally starts to notice. This is my first time writing something 🥲 Story is mine. Images are all AI. Hope you enjoy reading! Do not hate...I'm sensitive af.

Her trembling body backed away watching her predator reaching her, her lips quivered in fear keeping her shaking hand over her bandaged stomach. "P-Please," She whispered letting out a loud gasp when he grabbed her throat roughly jerking her near him, his lips touched hers freezing her shaking body on the spot. "Don't worry il mio veleno, I wouldn't let you die, we will live together like we promised. but the difference is, the once promised heaven would be a hell now!" And he didn't lie, the man who once loved her beyond him hated her with the same intensity. They were poles apart, they were not meant to be but he refused to accept the fate, he refused to let her get away from him, his hate, his vengeance. This time he will hate her with passion the same way he loved her once, but the only thing that will stay same would be. He didn't let her go before, he wouldn't let her go now. She was his venom and he has let her intoxicate him with no escape. THE SPIN OFF SINFULLY YOURS CONTAINING ACE SULLIVAN STORY. IT CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE NO NEED TO READ SINFULLY YOURS. REMEMBER ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE THERE WILL BE GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING ERRORS SO PARDON ME.

"D--Don't...!!" She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it. But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed. "Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night." He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said-- "And must I confess. You were.... Awesome." His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more. "The way you wanted me to touch you..." He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face. "And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---" "No !!!! Just shut up !!!" She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self ! "I won't do any such thing--" "Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..." He once again brought his lips near her ear. "To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---" "Oh just stop !!!" She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes. "You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!" "And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..." He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks. "I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me." He said with a serious face. "Dear wife..." "No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---" She couldn't complete. "One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !" His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it ! And he left..... Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.