An old school Indian romance story in which the groom's father (45) , a widower, marries the bride (25) to save her dignity and her family's honour, when the groom runs away on the wedding day. What begins as duty turns to care, desire and slowly love between them as they accept each other as husband and wife. Read and be a part of their journey... ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 No forced proximity | No non-consensual romance | No toxic relationship Translations are available for the Hindi dialogues ! PREVIOUS RANKINGS : #2 in India #1 in arrangemarriage #1 in accidentalmarriage #1 in rural #1 in soft #1 in silentlove #1 in duty #1 in acceptance #1 in intimate 🔥🔥🔥

"He plans. She ruins plans. And somewhere between her midnight ice cream cravings and his silent glances - something starts to shift." Saksham Rai believes in three things: discipline, deadlines, and doing absolutely everything by the book. He's the kind of man who alphabetises his playlists and silently judges anyone who dares misplace a coaster. Drishti Shukla is everything he isn't - loud, messy, endlessly dramatic, and somehow... always in his house, his business, and lately, his head - barefoot, chaotic, and armed with a pineapple-print scrunchie and with emotional outbursts she calls "personality." She's been part of the Rai household since childhood - crashing family dinners, stealing the cat's affection, and turning Saksham's perfectly planned life into an obstacle course of unpredictability. But when a series of seemingly harmless moments - a stolen hoodie, a midnight ice cream binge, an unexpected look on a rooftop - start to blur the lines between annoying little neighbour and something not-so-little-anymore... Saksham's world begins to unravel. She drives him insane. He grounds her chaos. And neither of them are ready for what comes next. Dive into a slow-burn romantic dramedy about one rule-following heir, one emotional hurricane, and the line between childhood and something much riskier.

Everyone in Vivekanand Institute of Studies feared three things 1. Bullies 2. Bullets 3. Brutal Veeraj Dahiya No, He was not brutal........ he was Blunt, Boundless, Cold blooded and heartless. From Campus fights to open firing in rallies, Veeraj was a certified Haryanvi Jaatt His bad boy personality made many campus girls drool over him, But he? Heck no!! he knew his standards. Coming from one of the hella rich and powerful families of haryana and being the only son of the most powerful MLA to ever rule the state, Dheeraj Dahiya, Our hero was not afraid of anything ( let's see for how long) REET THAKUR: A simple girl from Rajasthan who desired freedom more than she did oxygen. Having a toxic and patriarchal house, she never got validation at home. But how did she end up having the privilege to study at the prestigious Vivekanand Institute of Studies? Well, it would have gone the other way if Shushant Rana didn't wanted an educated daughter in law!!!! Let's see how will this freedom cost her for something she never knew she would desire for Warning: mature content and use of f•ul language

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭. ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ He extended his hands and it reached down my throat, choking me tightly. Tears gathered inside my eyes and somehow I managed to say "V-veer mujhe d-dard ho raha h-hai" Instantly he tightened his hold and replied in a low terrifying tone, "Toh nahi jana chahiye tha na kisi dusre ladke ke pass meri jaan. Ab dard toh hoga tumhe" He totally sounds like a psychopath right now, his possessiveness will kill me someday. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "One or two?" He asked and I stared at him in confusion. "Fingers babygirl." He's rubbing my pussy, extending his middle finger toward my folds and dragging it back to my clit. I can feel the wetness down there. I'm not able to answer, everything is unheard. "Answer or you'll feel my dick inside you within a second" He commanded. "O-one" I slowly responded. Instantly, I closed my eyes tightly when he inserted two of his middle fingers with his ring on it. Oh, this is a pleasure.

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

" What are we?" She asked him red tearful eyes fixed onto his, He held cigarette between his fingers keeping his arm on his thigh, " W𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲?" He asked her back, in a low voice. More tears fell down her eyes, " Do i hold any right on you?" She questioned, whose answer might crumple her heart. " 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 " he replied with soft eyes, in his deep voice. ---------- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, Is the one stating such a statement, isn't it ironic? __________ "Can you please leave... your presence suffocates me" " OKAYHH..." he said shaking his head. He stood at a distance, eyed her with some unreadable expression. "hmm... to tum bhooke pyase,.. mere khilaf ansan karna chahti ho" (So you want to go on a hunger strike against me?!!) He picked up water jug perched on cupboard,.. she glanced at him and glass jug alternatively. * smash* she shut her eyes in reflex. The glass jug was scattered on ground in pieces, along with water. "Then do it properly!" ____________ 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚~

My eyes closed on their own accord, my hands falling down to myself, my legs shaking as I fell down but he was quick to hold me in his arms. I didn't want to think what could have happened if he had actually shot my brother. I didn't doubt he would have if I hadn't interfered. His hand came to my face lightly caressing it as I cried out, "Please, don't." "Aap shadi karegi mujhse wo bhi aaj aur abhi issi mandap par." He was saying it like he was asking me for a pencil. Marriage is not a joke. I shook my head frantically but he had more to say obviously, "Haan kariye Aira yaa aap chahti hai ki hum aapke ma papa ke khun se maang bhare aapki?" My small fists hit his chest but obviously that didn't effect him much, "You are a psychopath, leave us alone." I screamed, cried, thrashed but it was no help. "Shadi kriye mjhse Aira, I will spare everyone else." He worded it out holding my hands. I was exhausted, I had little energy left and I was going to use it to survive and make sure my family lives. "Mai shadi krungi aapse." I whispered, losing a piece of myself already. Taking a deep breath, I looked straight in his eyes. "Mai iss shadi ke lie tayar hoon. Mere ma papa aur Armaan ko akela chor dijie." Something passed his eyes but he was quick to mask his face again before I could decipher anything as he replied. "Ek baar shadi ho jae tumhe bhi chor doonga. Don't worry about that."

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love."

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 & 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙠 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙟𝙤, 𝙐𝙨𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙝." ~ 💖 ~ "You can't love a woman like me. A brothel dancer." "Don't you dare define yourself by your past, Tara. I love you." ~ 💖 ~ Tara Sharma is a dancer trapped in a golden cage, surviving on grace and hidden fire. She longs to escape the shadows of the brothel, but freedom always demands a price. Ekansh Ahlawat is Haryana's future CM -ruthless in ambition, grounded in values, and ruled by logic. Love was a luxury he never wanted, until Tara shattered his orderly world. Bound by a fake marriage and driven by a dangerous attraction, they enter a war against society. But secrets are unraveling fast. What truth will shatter Ekansh's resolve? Will Tara find freedom, or will his powerful world consume her entirely?