A gunshot echoes in the rain. Haya's father, Siraj Sheikh, kneels before Yawar Kazmi, trembling. He owes Yawar a massive debt after a failed business deal that involved smuggling under Kazmi's watch. Yawar's eyes shift to the young girl standing at the doorway - Haya. Innocent. Untouched by this darkness. His lips curl into a calculating smirk. "The debt will be cleared... if she becomes mine."

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

When Nayab's parents pass away, she is bound to move with Zaviyar. Despite their forbidden bond, an undeniable attraction blooms between them-will they risk everything for love? Bound by duty yet consumed by passion, Zaviyar and Nayab must choose between honour and the love that could destroy them both. Note: There's a change in the storyline but trust me, you will love it. Those who don't love it, kindly ignore it.

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage

A slow story ..a little boring at first but it gets better.

Bondita das has spent her entire life in the shadows of a brothel, untouched but not unscarred. At 17, she knows her fate is sealed-at 18, she will be sold, a mere object to satisfy the desires of men. But she remains a dancer, an innocent yet trapped in a world that sees her only as a commodity. She dreams of escape, though she has no idea where her future will lead. Anirudh Roy Choudhury, a 30-year-old billionaire with the world at his feet, has always lived under the control of his family, his heart hardened by years of loss. When he returns home to find his family arranging a marriage for him without his consent, his anger is unstoppable. But his life takes an unexpected turn when his path crosses with Bondita's-an innocent girl who's meant for every man, yet becomes his cherished possession, his "broken doll." In a world where power and fate are intertwined, can a man with everything protect the one thing he never thought he'd desire? And can a girl who's been broken by life ever learn to trust again? "Sarpansh's Broken Doll" is a tale of love, redemption, and the fight to reclaim one's life from the shadows of destiny."

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. Update: Every Tuesday and Friday ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. Because even in the darkest times, honour can bloom into love and love into freedom. ⚠️ This story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk (18+). --- Set in 1960s Bengal, Gunjan Saha, a 17-year-old girl whose eyes still hold the innocence of monsoon skies, yet whose heart knows only fear and silence. After her mother's death, she endures her stepmother's cruelty, dreaming only of kindness, freedom, and being seen as someone worthy of love. Riddhiman Roy Chowdhury, the 29-year-old son of the village sarpanch, returns from London as a gold-medalist barrister determined to reform his village. But destiny has another plan... one that ties his fate to a fragile, innocent girl. One night, Gunjan runs barefoot through the lanes, escaping the men her stepmother sold her to, and destiny leads her to him... the man who would rewrite her story. When whispers taint her name for taking refuge in his house, Riddhiman does the unthinkable... he marries her. Before the same eyes that condemned her, he takes her hand and gives her honour. Bound first by duty, their marriage slowly becomes a sanctuary of trust, hope, and forbidden desire. As Gunjan learns to smile again, Riddhiman fights the one battle he never expected... the battle of his own heart. A man of reason and law. A girl of innocence and faith. Bound not by romance, but by righteousness and something far more fragile... unspoken love. But what happens when duty starts to feel like desire? Will he ever see her as more than a responsibility? And will she find the freedom she's been longing for... in the heart of the man who became her protector?

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?