Indian Lesbian romance Anamika Modi is not someone who you can mess with. She's the youngest billionaire of India . one of the leading businesswoman in the world. She's hot tempered , arrogant woman. Ishika Sharma , a sweet twenty year old girl who work part time and does her college. what happens when they cross paths?

This is the story of Ananya, a plus-size south Indian girl. She is forced to marry a rich and influential man named Rudra whom she had a long-term crush on. It seems like a dream come true right? but in her case, it wasn't

tae (furious, shouting): "Why the hell was I ever with you?! AHHH!!" He slammed his fist against the table, the wood rattling under the force. His eyes were burning with rage as he glared at her. tae (cold, sharp): "This marriage? It means NOTHING. Forget it ever happened. You will NEVER be my wife!" Without a second thought, he ripped the wedding ring off his finger and threw it at her. It hit her shoulder before falling to the floor with a cold clink. YN flinched, frozen in place. Her body trembled, and her voice came out low and broken, each word a struggle. yn (terrified, stammering through tears): "Y-You... don't have to c-consider me... a-as your w-wife... J-Just... give me a place to s-stay... Th-That's all..." Her chest heaved as sobs took over, but she still managed to speak. yn (voice cracking): "We'll g-get divorced... a-as soon as p-possible..."

Ayesha, new to the city, is innocent of the dangerous currents that swirl around Veer and the notorious Ahlawat name. While her friends warn her about the "gangster" whose dark charm stirs their desires, Ayesha remains blissfully unaware that her laughter has captivated the one man no one dares to cross. When a fallen jhumka becomes the silent symbol of his newfound obsession, Veer's world shifts. He has never desired anything as fiercely as he desires her light. But in a world where power dictates love, can an innocent heart survive the consuming 'Zid' (obstinacy) of a man who takes everything he wants? Dive into a raw, intense, and possessive tale where a ruthless hero's or we can say villain world is turned upside down by a single, unforgettable gaze, sparking an obsession that promises both danger and undeniable passion.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

He was meant to marry her sister...until she ran away. blind and bitter , sanidhya Malhotra never wanted a wife quite and unwanted marriage they are strangers in the same home _ until slow-burning passion threaten to rewrite the vows they never chose

Aaradhana, just 18, is a bright first-year college student with dreams of a simple, independent life. But fate has other plans. After her father's sudden death, her mother's family steps in with a solution-one that she never imagined. Forced into a situation that ties her to her maternal uncle, Aadhi, a man who already harbors resentment toward his sister and her, Aaradhana must navigate a house full of expectations, unspoken rules, and a cold, distant man who sees her only as a burden. Yet beneath the silence, something stirs-a connection neither of them expected. In a world where words are rare, actions speak louder, and love begins its quiet, unpredictable journey. Will they survive the pressure of family, past grudges, and their own hearts? Or will silent tension remain the only thing between them?

This is my second story so please do check my first story which is mafia's force wife ( taekook ) This is Indian story so there will be some indian words also and about story read it and you will come to know ..... ....... Rishi : back of Abhir Sharma she chose me Abhir : ( smiked ) did she Rishi : let's see Abhir : touch her and die

Kabir Singh Shekhawat was a 28-year-old IPS officer, known to the world as a man of law-cold, disciplined, and incorruptible. He was also the future CEO of Shekhawat Industries, the empire everyone admired and envied. But behind the spotless uniform and respected surname lay a truth no one dared to imagine. In the shadows of the underworld, he was known only as Night Wolf- the most feared mafia king in the world. Ruthless. Untouchable. A legend whispered in terror. No one knew his face. No one knew his real name. And no one suspected that the man hunting criminals by day was the very monster they feared by night. Two lives. One man. One deadly secret. Samira Rajput was a 20-year-old college girl, living the life of a commoner-simple, unnoticed, and quiet. Unknown to the world, she was the princess of a jaipur, born of royal blood but stripped of her crown long before she understood its weight. Life had never been kind to her. She was given little-no affection, no warmth, no protection. Even her own family had never truly loved her. Yet, despite everything, her innocence spoke louder than pain. There was a softness in her eyes, a purity in her soul that no cruelty could erase. She carried grace without knowing she was born with it, and strength without ever being taught how to use it. A forgotten princess. An unloved daughter. A girl destined for a fate far greater than the life she was forced to live.

Let's be the part of the royal love / force merriage with age Gap/ the girl who doesn't believe on love and the boy who give her every reason to fall in love /he fell first but she fell harder / enemy to lover | nothing to say more now you yourself read and enjoy ❤️