_____________________________________ ✨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!!

Rajveer Raizada is a 28-year-old man whose life has been shaped by neglect and emotional deprivation. As an ignored child, Rajveer grew up yearning for love and recognition, especially from his parents, who dismiss him as useless. Despite their indifference, Rajveer built a secret empire-a multibillion-dollar company that he keeps hidden from his family, as he knows they wouldn't care or appreciate his achievements. Standing 6 feet tall with a well-built physique, Rajveer exudes strength, but he deliberately conceals this side of himself from the world, reflecting his internal struggle with self-worth. He is inherently sweet and innocent, yet his isolation has given him a deep vulnerability. Behind his composed exterior, Rajveer harbors another secret-a mystery that will unravel as the story progresses. Dwani Singania is a 26-year-old powerhouse who is deeply cherished by her family. With two fathers-her papa and dad-who adore her, and four protective elder brothers, she is the most loved member of her family. As the owner of Twinkles, a world-renowned jewelry brand with branches across the globe, Dwani is a multibillionaire and a force to be reckoned with. Standing at 5'4" with a stunning figure that turns heads, Dwani is a perfect 10. While she is ruthless and emotionless to the outside world, she transforms into a sweet, playful person around her family. She dreams of a love as perfect as the bond her papa and dad share, making her a unique mix of ambition, beauty, and vulnerability. . . . . . . When Dwani marries Rajveer to protect her family's reputation, their worlds collide. Will Rajveer finally find the love he's always craved, or will he face the same neglect and indifference from Dwani, who's known to be ruthless to outsiders? To uncover their journey, you'll have to read the book!😉

"Arrange marriages! I can never have an arranged marriage." This is the first thought which comes to many girls or boys like me when we hear these two words. But what if your perception would change after reading this cute little story which happens to be my first ever fiction. The story is in the editing stage and I will mark the title 'edited' once I finish editing it. I must also inform you all that I might add or delete some sequences just to make the story better. I hope you like the new version just the way all liked the old one. Do not forget to leave your reviews to make it even better. No part of this book may be produced or transmitted in any form or by means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by Law. In brief, "I'll sue you if you dare to plagiarise my story." DISCLAIMER: The names, characters and incidents mentioned in the story are purely fictional. For authenticity, the Author has used some real places and institutions as they represent cultural icons of today and aid to storytelling. There is no intention to imply anything else. In brief, "The places and institutions I've used in this story are real, but that doesn't mean I am snooping around. I am an author and tend to write after a good research about the places and characters I am going to use." WARNING: Nope, this story bears R- rated prose and has some mature content. Though you can find some grammatical errors or typos. Any type of healthy criticism is welcome unless it's not demeaning. Happy reading...

This story, originally a fanfic inspired by Sadda Haq, has evolved into a standalone work exploring the complexities of forced marriage and its aftermath. While the original version was well-received, I've refined the writing style and deepened the narrative to make it more engaging and thought-provoking. Looking back, I realize I no longer resonate with the lead characters. The male protagonist is highly problematic, and I hesitate to call him a "hero" in today's world. The female lead, though naïve, reflects the reality of many women trapped in oppressive situations. This story isn't meant to glorify them but to depict a harsh truth-one that remains close to my heart despite its flaws. At its core, the story follows a woman enduring her husband's torment in a male-dominated society. Through a life-changing incident, their dynamic shifts, leading to an emotional journey spanning three key phases: Hatred and Guilt, Lust and Jealousy, and Love and Separation. It is a tale filled with turmoil, passion, and transformation, reflecting the struggles many women face. With this revised version, I've added new elements, removed outdated ones, and created a more nuanced portrayal. I hope readers connect with it and share their thoughts-your feedback helps me grow as a writer. Copyright Notice: Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this work is strictly prohibited. In short-don't plagiarize. Disclaimer: The characters and incidents are fictional, though real locations and institutions are included for authenticity. No other implications are intended. Warning: This story contains mature themes and may include R-rated content. While I strive for accuracy, minor errors may exist. Respectful, constructive criticism is always welcome. Happy reading!

They didn't fall in love. They broke into it. A marriage built on silence. A man who never lets go. And a woman who's never known what it feels like to be chosen-until now. He loved in silence. She ached in noise. Adyant Shah was everything Dhruvi Kapoor couldn't understand-quiet, composed, untouchable. She wanted fire. He offered stillness. But some loves don't need grand gestures-just the courage to stay. hello fellas, Bold at heart, soft in words. I write the kind of love that aches-and the kind of pain that lingers. If you're here to feel, you're home. Its an matured theme story and will keep you hooked. its my first story as well so please let me know if you like it.

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......

Three rules I was supposed to follow this semester: 1. Don't fall for the professor. 2. Don't flirt with the neighbor. 3. Don't marry either of them. Too bad they're the same man. Rhea Sharma is used to turning heads, getting into trouble, and never backing down from a dare-especially when the dare looks like six-foot-two of sharp cheekbones and unholy control issues. Professor Ishan Khanna is the man girls whisper about in class, the kind of danger you don't just fall for-you crave it. He's cold, brilliant, ruthless-and off-limits. But when a twist of fate ties them in a secret arranged marriage, and they're forced to share more than just a wall between their apartments... Let's just say temptation doesn't knock. It breaks in. Touch Me, Sir. Bold girl. Dom professor. Dirty secrets. Silent jealousy. Forbidden nights. You've been warned. ---

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

The story of a woman who is fated to marry a powerful mafia boss in order to bind two families together Viviana, a 21-year-old Italian mafia princess, is temperamental and can't stand fuck boys. She never wanted to be confined by her father's world, but there are a few benefits. She knows how to use a gun. Lorenzo, 26, is the head of his family, taking over his father's position at the age of 22. He's the typical playboy flirt who always wears his famous smirk. He's the life of the party, but when it comes to his work, he'll destroy anything that gets in his way. Neither family can claim to be the most successful underground mafia family; the Moretti and De Luca families are tied for second place. However, they intend to change that. Knowing that connecting the families will strengthen them. Will Viviana allow her father to make a life-changing decision for her? And will Lorenzo abandon his player ways for the traditional life of a married man?

"Shanvi, stop crying, and get ready," she urged. "Congratulations, from today you are husband and wife," the priest announced to the newly married couple. ---------- "Don't expect anything from me, and I will never consider you my wife," he stated, his voice devoid of any emotion. She met his gaze, finding his face an impassive mask. Despite the tears threatening to spill, she nodded, striving to maintain her composure. Would love bloom in their hearts, or would fate weave a different tapestry for them? The future remained unwritten, their destinies hanging in the balance. ---------- NOTE:- English is not my first language, so there will be some grammatical and spelling mistakes.. *Do not copy this*