"How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

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​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

I wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't heal, making it more painful to bear. I wanted to hide myself , away from him, away from my bully. THE STARTING CAN BE A LITTLE CHEESY BUT TRUST ME JUST KEEP GOING AND EVERY SECOND WILL WORTH..... Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including: Bullying Violence and blood Torture Abusive characters Reader discretion is advised, as these elements may be distressing to some. THE STORY STARTS FROM HERE, DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT Section AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Dark romance Hate to love and love to obsessed Murder Forced relationship

#1 in politics #1in possessive ══════•❅•════ Rudra pratap singh 28 years old 6'2 height chief minister of Lucknow he has his aura he holds power and authority people bends his head infront of him to show their respect towards him but he fall in love with a simple ordinary girl Mahak Agnihotri 20 years old 5'2 height Blue orbs, pink cheeks, rose pattels lips very innocent cute face she is a shy and introvert.... What will happen when he fall in love with her? What will happen when will she became his obbesstion ? Will she match his standards? Will she accept his love ? _________________________________________ § tu mohbbat h ishq h mera ik ibadat h saath ye tera ~Rudra § saanson ko jeene ka sahara mil gya tu mila to khuda ka sahara mil gya 🤌❤️ - Mahak ----------------------------------------------------------------- Read this story to dive into a perfect soft rom-com story there is love, respect, obbession, passion, bond, family love, sibling love You will feel every emotion in this story♡ ───•~❉᯽❉~•───

"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife" Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied me with her sister". Do you know how young she is she is just twenty two congratulations mom you ruined two lifes today i said in flaring anger . I did what I had to do to protect the families reputation there a lots of guest rumours would have been spread Put yourself in my shoes so you will realise the weight of this Rajgharana's reputation and I have to maintain it by all coast." She said and seating at couch after that. Do hell with the reputation I don't care anymore "i said Language mr. Pratap Singh you are the crown prince but that does not give you the right raise your voice against me she said as I can feel the anger building inside her. Now go to your wife she must waiting for you" . tropes:: Age gap grumpy ~sunshine forced marriage Arranged marriage Edit: English is not my first language and I am trying to improve it and there must be some mistakes typos I am trying to edit it as much time I get so please be kind to me i will fix that.

Hidden Marriage Series #1 Maaysa: An orphan girl who is trying to make it through in this Cruel and Ruthless world without having anyone at her back. A 20 Years old girl who doesn't have a lavish meal to eat, An expansive dresses to wear yet the same girl who wears her Precious smile on her face to make her space in this Selfish world. Baraq Yousofi: A smart man ruling his family business with a sharp mind and Clever Strategies. A man who loves his family like no other. A man for whose Family is the top priority. What will happen when he has to hide something big from his family? What will happen when they both will be tied in a Sacred bond of Marriage? As moreover a Hidden Marriage!? ~*~ Updates would be regular from December.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.