"I want a divorce." For Anaya, those words were meant to be her declaration of freedom. For three years, she has been nothing but a responsibility to her husband, a final promise made to her brother. But the man who claimed her out of duty has no intention of letting her go. Knowing he will never release her legally, Anaya takes matters into her own hands and disappears, leaving behind the marriage that was always a cage. She builds a new life, a fragile existence where she can finally be herself. But the past is not done with her. Years later, their paths cross, and the battle begins again. He doesn't look at her with longing, but with the same cold, possessive gaze that says she is still his. The man who once claimed his unwanted bride out of obligation now seeks to reclaim her out of sheer will. The fight is no longer about a legal document, but about her very identity. Can she outrun the past that refuses to die, or is she destined to be forever bound to the man who would never let her go? Anaya Singhania X Arhan Malhotra Tropes Marriage of Convenience Brother's Bestfriend / Bestfriend's Sister Second Chance Time Jump Possesive Protagonist

Isha never wanted wealth, crowns, or castles. She only wanted a simple life-one where survival was enough. But fate had other plans. A single truth shatters her world: she carries the blood of the Rathores, one of the most powerful royal lineages. Suddenly, she is thrust into palaces dripping with luxury, guarded by walls of secrets, and watched by a family that accepts her only by name, never by heart. Her new life is filled with cold brothers, a father who hides his sorrow behind laughter, and a legacy that demands perfection. Because in this empire, blood is not just thicker than water-it's the sharpest weapon of all. And Isha must decide: will she shine like royalty, or bleed like the rest?

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. "Who said I'm clutching my thighs?" I answer. "So it means you are not wet, right??" He asked with a smirk. "Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not". Saying this, he held the side of my dress and put his hand on my thighs. Just when he was about to put his hand in my underwear i immediately held his hand in middle. No, I can't let him check because I'm damn wet for him. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

°•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

✨️Mah-e-Noor: Between Love and Loneliness✨️ She was once the princess of the Malik family-spoilt, rebellious, and fearless. Hemayal Mah-e-Noor Malik grew up in a world where limits didn't exist, where tantrums were forgiven, and mistakes were hidden. But one argument, one careless decision, and everything she knew shattered. At fifteen, she was sent away to boarding school, abandoned by the family she loved, misunderstood by the people who mattered most. Now, four years later, Hemayal is called back home. Her grandmother misses her. Her siblings fear she hasn't changed. The cousins whisper, and the house that once adored her waits for the chaos she once brought. But Hemayal is not the same girl who left. The years away have taught her lessons she never wanted to learn. The girl who once demanded the world has almost lost herself-and now she must face the family she left behind. Will they see the change in her, or will the past always define her? A story of mistakes, loss, and the painful journey of growing up... of becoming someone you never thought you could.

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

Vritika Sharma, a fierce and ambitious journalist, never believed in surrendering to fate. But when a twist of destiny forces her into a marriage she never wanted-with Aarav Malhotra, the one man she loathes-her world turns upside down. Aarav, now a ruthless businessman, has never forgotten the humiliation she put him through in college. His pride demands revenge, and what better way than binding her to him in a loveless marriage? What starts as a battle of egos soon turns into something far more dangerous-an undeniable tension, a war between hate and attraction. With every clash, every stolen glance, the lines between revenge and desire begin to blur. But when the past resurfaces, threatening to shatter their fragile truce, Vritika and Aarav must confront the truth-are they truly bound by hatred, or is fate pulling them together for something neither of them expected? A gripping enemies-to-lovers romance filled with passion, betrayal, and the undeniable power of fate.

"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨" "You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

_____________________________________ ✨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!!

Pakistani Story Nawal Farooq is a timid village girl who loved her simple life in the fields. When she is forced to marry Yusuf Malik, she has no choice but to make this marriage work so she, patiently, waits for her husband to accept her as his wife despite how much her heart breaks from his indifference towards her.