Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

{𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝} - First Book in series Four brothers, bound by unshakable love, have lived their lives revolving around one another. Fate hasn't been kind, but through every trial, they've stood together-always have and always will. The eldest brother, a cold and calculating CEO, commands respect and fear in equal measure. Arrogant and seemingly emotionless to the world, he harbors a fiercely protective heart for his younger siblings. He wouldn't hesitate to destroy anyone who dares harm them. To his brothers, he's been more than a sibling-he's been a father figure since their parents' tragic death in a car crash. Despite his hardened exterior, his love for them knows no bounds. He attends to their every need, often indulging their whims, but doesn't shy away from disciplining them when necessary. His devotion is absolute, his protection unwavering. Will these brothers be able to maintain the unbreakable bond they have? When some secrets are revealed of the younger brother, will the trust remain the same between them? What has fate planned for them? Peep into the story of these brothers to know further about their lives...... 🫣

It wasn't love. It wasn't choice. It was fear that tied them together. Year's ago a priest's prophecy said a tragedy could be avoided only if both families are tied by marriage. So they were. Two strangers bound by superstition - growing up as each other's biggest mistake. He blamed her for the life he never wanted. She blamed him from the childhood stolen from her. They learned to hate the walls the other built. but the time has a strange way of changing people. And somewhere between the resentment, silence and years of pretending not to care... her heart betrayed her. She fell for the person who wished she didn't exist Because not all cages are made of iron. Some are woven with fate, emotion and vows that refuse to break...!!

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....

🪞 #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 She wasn't saved. She was handed over quietly, cruelly, like a secret no one wanted to keep. Nitya was soft. Too soft for a world that carved love out of manipulation and called it care. Raised under a roof where tenderness was twisted and silence was survival, she learned that obedience was the only way to stay invisible. Especially when your own mother becomes the mask behind your undoing. So when Nitya is married off, not for love, not even for tradition, but for control she doesn't protest. She folds. Like she always has. Avayan didn't ask for her. He's all edges and ice unreadable, untouchable, and emotionally void. He only said yes because it was expected of him. But something changes in the stillness. Moments pass. And in between the ones where she's breaking quietly are the ones where someone stays. Not to rescue her. Not to hold her. Just to remain. And somehow, between the words left unsaid and the glances not meant to linger, a slow, aching tenderness begins to rise not loud, not sudden but real. This isn't a story of perfect love. This isn't a story of grand gestures or sudden passion. It's a slow, haunting unraveling - of a girl who was barely even hers, Yet, in a marriage built on duty, can desire turn into something more? Can Nitya find the courage to claim her place beside the man who teases and torments her with a tenderness she never knew she craved? And will Avayan, who never believed in love, realize that she was meant to be his all along? A slow-burning tension, stolen moments, and a love that was never supposed to happen-but refuses to be ignored. A quiet beginning. A burning middle. A love that doesn't save her- but teaches her how to choose herself, and him, at the same time. And the man who unknowingly teaches her how to belong to herself.

secret meets innocent souls then....👀👄🌚🌚 This book is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. All characters, locations, and events are either products of the author's imagination or used in a purely fictional manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental. The content may include themes, language, and situations intended for adult readers, which some may find sensitive or explicit. Reader discretion is advised. The author and translator do not condone or promote any activities that may be harmful, unlawful, or offensive in real life. Read on your risk 🙏🏻

#BOOK1 IN THE HISTORICAL SERIES CAN BE READ ALONE "Humne aapse vivaah bas apne raajya ke sammaan ke liye kiya hai, humse or koi aas mat rakhiyega" I said to him in an emotionless tone. (I married you just because of the pride of my kingdom, don't expect anything more from me) "humne bhi ye vivaah apne Bhaisa ke sammaan or unki galati ki kshama maangne ke liye hai, humein aapse kshama ke atirikta or koi aas nahi hai." he said while looking into my eyes, I don't know why his words pierced my heart. Am I that helpless? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (1470) AADRIKA SINGH SHEKHAWAT : princess of Udaipur was forced to marry the prince of Jodhpur. Being a princess, she has always got what she wanted but not a swayamvar. The man she was supposed to marry ran from her wedding, will she get the love from the replaced husband of hers? MEGHRAJ SINGH RATHORE : Prince of Jodhpur and brother of the groom. he is ruthless but soft only with her. he is mature but childish only with her. he is the PRINCE and the REPLACED HUSBAND only for her.

Saanjh, a bright and ambitious young girl, had her life all planned out - she would become a teacher, gain independence, and explore the world beyond her village. She longed to inspire young minds and live life on her own terms. But before her dreams could take flight, her family forced her into marriage - right after 12th grade - with Vijay, a quiet 25-year-old farmer's son. Vijay, too, had once dreamed big. He wanted to study further. But like Saanjh, his fate was sealed by tradition and responsibility. As two strangers bound by a forced marriage, Saanjh and Vijay struggle to reconcile their broken paths. He respects her. She resents him. But what happens when patience meets passion... and silent sacrifice starts to look like love? This is a story of rural love, second chances, and a woman's fight to reclaim her voice - set in the heart of 1990s India

This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.