DEVRAJ RAI-- The mischievous, dominant boy who thinks the whole world should go his way. Naughty, full of confidence, and a little bossy, he loves pulling Gauri's braids and stealing her toffees. But hidden under all the teasing is his protective streak-only he has the right to annoy Gauri. GAURI-- The sweet yet stubborn girl of the story. Innocent, pouty, and always ready to argue when someone teases her. She loves neat notebooks, tasty food, and secretly wants to win every fight with Devraj. But beneath her soft nature, she has a strong heart. A tale how a relationship evolves with time .It was high time when they got married making emotional even me 😭 Rankings____-- #1. Marrigetrope #2. villagestory #3. Childhoodenemies Dive into story to know how they got married. Tropes 👉Child Marriage Trope 👉Slow burn growth 👉School Sweetheart Childhood Enemies-to-Lovers Protective Male Lead (he fights with her but defends her fiercely) 90s Small-Town Nostalgia (chalkboards, dusty classrooms, shared tiffins)

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𓏲ּ𝄢

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

He looked like a savior but came to ruin her. Viraj Oberoi was a man born of blood and power, the kind of man whose name alone could make entire empires bow. A master of deception, he wore masks better than he wore his own face. For him, lies were not just weapons... they were survival. And this time, his mask was a perfect gentleman. Shanvika Rawat was everything fierce, independent, and unyielding. She didn't bow to anyone. When she became the private tutor of Viraj Oberoi's daughter, she had no idea she had walked straight into the lion's den. Viraj only needed one thing from her...a proof that could destroy him. But the longer he watched her smile, the longer he listened to her fearless words, the longer he breathed in her presence...the more the mission turned into obsession. He was saving her body, just so he could claim her soul. Their bond grew under the roof of his mansion... a slow burn of tension, desire, and danger. Shanvika should have stayed away. She should have run the moment she saw the hunger in his eyes But she couldn't. Because Viraj didn't just want her truth anymore. He wanted her... mind, body, and soul. And this time, his mask wouldn't save her.

✨❤️‍🔥🥀 She was just a normal girl with dreams, working hard to survive in a world ruled by power. He was a MAN WHO OWNED EVERYTHING- money, fear , loyalty.... except his own heart. DHRITI RAO never knew that joining his company would make her the center of his obsession. AGASTYA SINGH RAJVANSHI never knew that falling for her would turn hum cruel, jealous , and reckless. One misunderstanding. One hug seen from the wrong angle. And love turned into POSSESSION. FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE she never wanted , burdened with endless work, trapped in his world of dominance and secrets- Dhriti learns that the man who scares her the most is also the one who protects her fiercest. He doesn't touch her heart gently. He claims it like a war. Between heated arguments, stolen glances , sarcastic smiles , late night confrontations , and moments where hate blurs into desire, a question remains -- IS THIS MARRIAGE HER PUNISHMENT or their TWISTED DESTINY 🤍✨

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

"You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." *** 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

I was never supposed to be on his radar. I do my job, keep my head down, and know better than to stare too long at men like him. But one look turned into a warning. One warning turned into a promise. Now he's everywhere, and suddenly I'm part of a story I never asked to be in. He calls it destiny. I call it my undoing. And in Liberty City, everything's for sale- Except the girl who won't kneel. (House of Verena is a dark cartel-syndicate romance featuring obsession, moral corruption, and power games. This story contains adult themes, graphic content, and morally gray characters.)