What happens when the man you thought you married out of love... turns out to be nothing but a fraud? Were the beautiful two years of your marriage a lie? Or is there a truth hidden behind the betrayal-one that can change everything? Let's dive into a world where both husband and wife are billionaires, powerful enough to shake the world... yet helpless when it comes to their own hearts. For some unknown reason, both have decided to separate. But what is that reason? Is it hatred? Is it love? Or is it a secret neither of them is ready to reveal? To know what truly happened, and what will happen next... turn the page and enter their story-where pride fights love, truth battles lies, and two stubborn hearts refuse to break even when the world around them does.

A tale of Love And Revenge~ "Dekha?" His voice was cold...too calm for the chaos he'd created. His fingers dug into her arm as he spoke again, sharper this time. "Ye sab jhoot nahi tha. Tumne sirf mera time waste kiya" Suhani's eyes widened, disbelief flooding her trembling body. Tears escaped her eyes, one after another, as though her heart had finally found a way to bleed. "Nahi..." she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of his name. He let out a low, mocking laugh. "Tum sirf mere time pass ke liye thi" he said, each word falling like shards of glass. "Aur jab sab mera hai... tum kisi kaam ki nahi" Her knees weakened as he pushed her away. The world around her blurred, but the faces in front of her were all too clear...the same people she once called her own. The same faces that once smiled with her, now smirking at her ruin. "You can't do this..." she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please" He looked away, a smirk curling on his lips. It wasn't the first time he'd hurt her...but this time, it felt final. This wasn't the first time he'd hurt her. She had endured it all... the humiliation, the harsh words, the endless nights of tears. But betrayal... that was something even her heart wasn't ready for. She once believed that silence could heal him, that her love could soften his storms. But she was wrong. The people she loved were the ones who broke her. They whispered behind her back..."His personal plaything" "his timepass" "his mistake" And every time those words reached her, he told her it was fine... that the world was jealous... that this was love... That this is what love looks like. No it doesn't! But tonight, standing in front of the man she gave everything to, Suhani finally understood... Love wasn't supposed to feel like imprisonment. And this? This wasn't love at all. Ranks~ #2nd in Trend #2nd in Karma

She was just an ordinary girl-until she woke up inside her favorite dark romance novel, Bound by Obsession. But she's not the heroine. She's just Samaira Malhotra, a side character meant to fade into the background. Determined to stay unnoticed, she enjoys watching the love story unfold-until Zavian Khurana, the villain, sets his eyes on her. He wasn't supposed to notice her. He wasn't supposed to obsess over her. Now, she's trapped in a world where love is dangerous, and escape is impossible. "For future spoilers, you can follow my Instagram handle" https://www.instagram.com/author__nikki?igsh=ZHoxdnA1djg0Zm1p

He bought her silence with a ring. She was supposed to obey. Stay quiet. Break slowly. But Meghaparna Bose was never meant to be tamed. Aryaman Roy Choudhury lives in a house built on secrets, blood, and control. Cold-blooded and unreadable, he didn't expect his new bride to fight back. Now she's in his bed. In his house. Under his name. And if she won't submit, he'll teach her how. Until she forgets what her name was before him. 🥇#1- Cold 🥈#2- Billionaire husband 🥈#2- Torment 🏅#4- Bengali 🏅#7- Husband 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. It contains themes of emotional manipulation, obsession, trauma, adult intimacy, and complex power dynamics. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story explores dark, often morally grey territories of love, revenge, violence and redemption. It does not condone or romanticize unhealthy behavior but seeks to portray the emotional consequences of such relationships.

[A MARRIAGE IN TROUBLE ROMANCE] Previously known as- DAYAREE Dheer Raiyanni was now a billionaire, but was he always? Dheer built his empire from the scratch when he has no one but the girl he loved and the money he lent from her father, chewing his pride. Money changes man But, can money change love? Vanika waits in silence, in love and at home that no longer feels like theirs. She watches him build skyscrapers while their marriage crumbles floor by floor. Dheer, still shackled by his old insecurities and buried pride, doesn't see the boundaries he keeps establishing in their once cherished relationship. Can two people who gave each other their everything, find their way back, before the boundaries trap them amidst its hold?

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

"ugh!! Put me down you fucker!" Yuvika yelled while wriggling on his shoulder. "Stop wiggling!" He said giving a smack on ass causing her to stop wriggling. "Squirrels look good on trees like you are looking at my shoulder, my little squirrel!" "I'm not a toy, put me down." She said hitting on his back. "You ARE my toy, squirrel..., and today I will show you what I meant when I say I don't share my things!" He said, throwing her on the bed makes her bounce on the soft mattress. "Stay away from me Abhi.." she said nervously, when she saw him getting on the bed. "STRIP!!" **************************************** A story where two business tycoons meet. Yuvika and Abhishek, CEOs of the Two biggest companies of india. Hate eachother more than anything else. They are not just rivals in business but think each other's enemies and compete in any other field too. They always find chances to mock each other. There was one thing which was common among them "Love is useless" But not everyone would be like them. Their siblings fall in love but now how will they tell this to them? What will their siblings do to get their love? Will the Rivals ever feel something for eachother? Will their rivalry change into something beautiful? To know about the beautiful journey of two rivals.... Try reading From Rivals To Lovers by kishee_ff

Ezra woke up beneath the cold-blooded mafia leader she was forced to marry - with no memory, no voice, and one terrifying truth: her thoughts were no longer private. In a parallel life she once died in silence... now she's back, and her inner voice betrays everything to her enemies - and her husband. Dark. Steamy. Ruthless. A wife's silence never meant safety.

(Book 1 in Forbidden Series) Leonardo Rosewood A kind but lonely 30-year-old guy, he's had some experiences that turned him into an atheist. He works as a high-ranking officer for the British East India Company. He commands power and respect. He's not rude, but he's not exactly the friendliest person either. Radha A 19-year-old girl with an innocent curiosity to explore the world, she faced a heartbreak when society forced her into marriage at of sixteen, wedded to a forty-eight-year-old stranger. Each day became unbearable as she silently endured pain, wondering if this is how her life would be. Yet, even in the pain, a hope burned within her, only because of her Kanha. She prayed to her Kanha, believing that someday, despite the harsh realities, she might find her own path to happiness and freedom. A love story that was never meant to be... but fate had other plans. Will their love endure and blossom in the orthodox society? Or would they get bleedingly ripped apart and forgotten in history? (This story is set in the 1910s in India, during the colonization era.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in 1910s India and is not historically accurate. It is purely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to whitewash British colonial rule. The characters and events are fictional and should not be seen as a reflection of real history.

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"