An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

" I want to kiss you." His eyes widened as you got away a little, but still close enough. You kept staring at him as he was doing the same. Too stunned to even react. Your eyes landed on his luscious lips as you licked your own. You held his jacket with your fist before moving closer until your breaths mingle with each other. Your lips getting closer to his ready to claim them. But before they could touch, Jungkook held your shoulder moving you away from him. "M-Miss. Y/N, it's wrong." He stuttered as he tried to push you away but not too harshly to hurt you. Your eyes went a little gloomy as you stared at him. He was looking down. You sighted before yanking his hands away as you stumble a little. "Why?" When he always pushed you away but carved for you secretly. Was it worth to fall in love with your bodyguard, who you looked at as your future? But who knows how your past is related to him? Is he really your forever? Will this love get its Happy ending? Or will it rest as one-sided love? ________________🦋_______________ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗜𝗦 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚. This story contains mature language. Also mentioned violence. Don't proceed if you're uncomfortable. I do not sexualise any BTS member. Please read it as a fanfic. Don't take it personally. START ~ 14/08/2022 END ~ 13/02/2023 🔞🔞 - mature content DO NOT REPOST MY STORY

This story is about the illegitimate relationship between professor y/n and her student Jungkook Like a ff It's not a love story or a hate story. It's a story where characters grow up to become self hero and self villains too So what do you think? When Y/n and Jungkook are against each other, who will be the hero and will be the villain Disclaimer - Dark 21+ themes, the story is highly descriptive of angst and some smuts, some of them are questionable to right and wrong beliefs of society So read it, wearing glasses of maturity