...📚❤️... He was a king born to rule the empire, not to love.she was the chaos he could never control... Between the crown and the crime, love became their most dangerous secret.. 𝗔 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 - 𝗛𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀☠️ > 𝐔𝐬𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢... 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐯𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚. > 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻... 𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗮𝗺 𝗸𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗳 𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗵𝗮 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗶, 𝗣𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶 𝗔𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗶 𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗶... 👑 > The story of a king who ruled with fear... and a girl who ruled his heart. A story of Devansh and Aashvi. 👑❤️

"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'." _________ She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade. And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable. He was marrying someone else. He was becoming someone else. The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless. Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely. Gone. He was gone. The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal. Her steps faltered. Her vision darkened. Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness. Then-darkness. Cold. Silent. Suffocating. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive. And then-his voice. Deep. Laced with something dangerous. "What will I do with you, dewdrop?" Her breath hitched. No. No. It wasn't possible. Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force. "Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap

"He was feared by all... but he only melted when she looked at him with those tear-filled sea green eyes." 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 She wants to escape. He wants to own her. But fate? It wants them tangled-forever. A dark romance where obsession meets fear, pain meets healing, and love... comes in the form of a monster. #1 cold #1 indiastory #1 wattpadindia #1 loveaftermarriage #2 love #2 indian #3 desi #4 darkromance #4 fictionalcharacters #6 ceo

Neel Agarwal was four years older than Aisha. Mature, composed, and terrifyingly calm. The topper. The disciplined one. The boy who believed emotions were distractions. Except when it came to her. Aisha Agarwal the clumsy, bright, over-smiling girl who walked into his life and turned it upside down. She trusted him blindly, fought with him like a child, and depended on him for everything... not knowing he loved her in a way he could never say out loud. For Aisha, Neel was safe. For Neel, Aisha was a weakness. But Aisha's heart beats for someone else. Shikhar. Her college classmate. Loud. Dominating. The "gunde-type" guy everyone feared but she loved. Protective in his own dangerous way. The kind of boy who fights first and thinks later. And Neel hated the way Shikhar held her hand so casually. Hated the way she smiled at him. Hated himself for not being enough. Neel is older. He knows better. He understands consequences. Shikhar doesn't. When possessiveness clashes with patience, when love fights ego, and when Aisha stands between two completely different worlds the calm storm and the raging fire who will she choose? The boy who silently built her dreams? Or the one who loudly claims her heart? A story about silent love, dangerous attraction, jealousy, and the painful truth that sometimes being the "right" person doesn't mean being the chosen one.

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

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Samayara - who walk the aisle having no other options because her sister ran away from her own marriage Aarav - the groom who once had a heartbreak, now his own bride ran away and was unaware of the person who was sitting beside him in the mandap under the veil. ▪️What will happen when a girl who belonged to a middle class family who were orthodox and conservative, forces her to marry her sister's fiance.? ▪️What will happen when the groom got to know that the bride who was sitting beside him was a replaced one.? ▪️Will she be accepted by him and her in-laws.? ▪️Will she be able to make her place in their hearts. ? Let's see where their destiny take them.!

Trope Love marriage Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age gape Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. ********* The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗