𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐧? * Started: Aug 27, 2025 * Highest ranking: #7 in conspiracy

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

Update schedule - In every 3rd day of the last update. Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

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"Jibreel..." Her voice whispered in abandon, his name. His heartbeat faltered. "My Rabb have surely created you just for me... Everything you do... Every move you make was designed to falter my heart and make me love you more!" He whispered back to her. She lightly laughed in his arms, sending vibrations to his heart. "I don't deserve you!" She looked up to meet his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Says who?" He demanded as he touched her forehead again. "My heart..." She whispered. "You heart have gone crazy in my love Ya Habibi! Dont believe a word it says!" He replied. She smiled sadly. A girl who has to rise from beneath the dirt to above the skies... A guy who has to fight the corruption that's engulfing his land... A destiny which is already been written and a faith that had the power to alter that destiny! Will they succeed or taste failure? Will their names shine? Or will the sands of time erase their names forever?? To find out more, go ahead?

Raised in exile, Princess Zohra returns to the palace only to be surrendered to Sultan Sikander after his army forces her father into negotiation. Sent to his kingdom as a political guarantee, she expects a tyrant-but finds a ruler trapped in an unwanted marriage arrangement. When the Sultan's bride escapes on the day of the nikah, Sikander marries Zohra instead to protect his honour. What starts as a forced alliance slowly turns into a clash of wills, quiet care, and a love neither of them planned. ★First chapter : 2nd November 2024 ★Final chapter : 21st August 2025 Happy Journey :))))

Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them? When she has learned the definition of love from her parents and desires a match just like them, would life offer it to her? Would her definition of love ever change? Despite knowing what love is, does she really know what it means? He is ready to challenge her definition of love and redefine it in his own words. But when he comes from a past of incomplete relationships, how would he find fulfillment in their own love? When he himself does not know what love means, how would he redefine it for her? And above all the questions, can love be taught and learned? Adhvita Maan, the eldest daughter of the family, has always admired what her parents had. "Papa kaha karte the ki unhe mumma mein apna sukoon dikhta hai. Kya aapko mujh mein apna sukoon dikhta hai?" Saanjh Raizaada, the only son of the family, has always despised what his parents had. "Meine rishton mein bas bechaini mehsoos ki hai. Kya aap meri iss baichaini ko door karengi?" When love creates a chaos of colours, then those bikhre rang paints a beautiful picture called life. How would they find sukoon in this chaos of bikhre rang?

Two sisters flee Jamaica to escape death, only to fall deeper into a world of crime and corruption under the rule of a dangerous kingpin. When one of them falls for his right-hand man, forbidden love ignites a chain of violence, betrayal, and revenge that spans years-and costs them everything. After a brutal escape from Jamaica, Thelma and Valerie seek safety under Marquez Gomez, a man whose protection comes at a price. Thelma becomes trapped in his control, coerced into his bed while her sister struggles to survive his empire's violent demands. Enter Eugene Petrov, Marquez's loyal enforcer-sharp, loyal, and dangerous in his own right. What begins as stolen glances between Thelma and Eugene turns into an affair that risks everything they've built-and everything they're trying to forget. Together with Marquez's crew-Derek and Peter-they carry out a plan to frame rival Manuel Ruiz for murder, tying the sisters to the underworld for good. But loyalty in Marquez's world is a one-way street. As Valerie's unexpected pregnancy and Marquez's twin daughters with his wife Julia complicate the family web, Thelma finds herself caught between survival and self-destruction. When Eugene's past resurfaces-his estranged mother, his sister Polina, his late father's ghost-it forces him to choose between blood and love. A violent attack and miscarriage push Thelma to escape, and together she and Eugene attempt a fragile rebirth: raising their daughters Yasmine and Sapphire in peace. But peace doesn't last long. Julia, Valerie, and the ghosts of Marquez's empire won't stay buried. Love doesn't save you in this world-it just gives you something worth dying for.

There was confusion in the eyes of the seven year old Surangi as they dipped mango leaves into the sandal-turmeric paste to anoint her. She did not know what marriage meant, she was just told that she would move into a new home in a village far away and Yashoda mami would be her mother-in-law. Fighting back tears she clutched her carved sandalwood doll, trying not to miss her mother Kaveri whose recent demise had prompted her father to agree to the alliance between Surangi and Madhav, the eleven year old son of Raghav, Kaveri's distant cousin. Shridhar knew he could not bring up his daughter alone. He was constantly under pressure to take a new bride to bear him the much desired son as his late wife had only left behind a daughter. He chose to marry little Surangi off in accordance with the custom of the day rather than leave her at the mercy of a step-mother.