You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

"She's the storm he can't control... and the only one who can tame him." He is power. He is control. He is danger wrapped in the name RUDRAAN SINGH RAJVANSH-the ruthless business tycoon who bends the world to his will. Cold, calculated, and merciless, he never loses... and this time, he wants her. She is fire wrapped in sweetness. ANVISHA SINGHANIA, an MBA student with a heart of gold and a spirit sharper than any sword. She's the girl who can light up a room with her kindness, yet burn it down if someone dares to cross her. No one controls her, no one defines her-and certainly not a devil like him. But when obsession collides with defiance, when a devil meets his match in a woman who refuses to bow... sparks turn into wildfire. He wants to own her. She refuses to be tamed. And in the battle of power, love might be the most dangerous game of all. In their battle for power, only one can win-but what if LOVE is the price? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This is an 18+ story. It contains sexual things. Read only when you are comfortable with these types of things.

WARNING: this story will contain a male lead who has anger issues and controlling in nature, not a moral story some scenes may trigger you so, if you do not wish to read it please skip it. Story will contain some explicit scenes so you have already been warned. When fiercely independent college student Ishika Rai is torn from her glittering Delhi life by a family emergency, she finds herself trapped in a remote Rajasthani village that feels like stepping back in time. No WiFi. No freedom. No escape. Prithvi Raj Chauhan-the village head whose word is law. Respected by some, feared by all. His anger burns like desert fire, his dominance absolute. He sees Ishika as everything wrong with the modern world: defiant, disrespectful, dangerous to his carefully guarded traditions. She sees him as everything she's fought against: controlling, suffocating, determined to break her spirit. Their first meeting ignites a war. Every conversation becomes a battlefield. Every glance a challenge. He demands submission; she gives rebellion. He tries to silence her; she roars louder. The village watches in shock as their untouchable leader meets the one person who refuses to bow. But beneath Prithvi's rage lies a man haunted by secrets that made him this way. Behind Ishika's defiance beats a heart that's never met its match. As desert nights burn with their explosive confrontations, something darker and more dangerous than anger begins to consume them both. Desire. In a place where tradition rules and outsiders don't survive, two forces of nature are about to discover that sometimes the person who challenges you most is the one you can't live without. Can a woman who bows to no one love a man whose anger could destroy worlds? Can a king of tradition surrender his crown to a queen who refuses to be tamed? Some fires burn everything. Others forge unbreakable bonds.

She's the curvy fashion designer who refuses to shrink. He's the cold, gym-obsessed CEO who swore love was a waste of time. Vivan Singh Rathore - 30, ruthless billionaire, believes emotions are liabilities. One betrayal five years ago turned him into ice. Marriage? Never. Love? Impossible. Priya Roy - 27, bold, beautiful, unapologetically curvy. Rejected for her body more times than she can count, she stopped believing in love too. All she wants is to design clothes that make women feel powerful - starting with herself. When their families force an arranged marriage to merge empires, sparks fly - the hateful kind. He calls her designs "garish." She calls him "arrogant robot." One harsh rejection in a boutique turns into forced proximity, shared penthouse nights, stolen glances, and tension so thick it could cut silk. From enemies who can't stand each other... to reluctant housemates who can't keep their hands off... to a husband who kneels every morning with breakfast just to earn her forgiveness... This is not just a marriage of convenience. This is a slow-burn war of hearts, body-positivity revolution, possessive CEO grovel, explosive chemistry, and a love that chooses every single day - even when it hurts. He once said: "Love is a distraction." She proved him wrong - curve by curve, kiss by kiss, forever by forever. 🔥 Arranged Marriage 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🔥 Grumpy × Sunshine 🔥 Body Positive FMC 🔥 Possessive CEO (touch her & die) 🔥 Steamy 18+ scenes 🔥 Grovel & Redemption 🔥 Desi Wedding Drama 🔥 Happily Ever After (with babies & family)

| 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 & 𝗥𝗨𝗛𝗜 | "I__i am pregnant!" She covered her face with her palms and getting emotional cried out though silently. Yuvaan face snapped up, his brown orbs darkening as out of sudden his palm changed into a tightly fist-ball. Hearing that particular word something bitter hitted into his mind as the worst memory of his life flashed again in front of his eyes. He jerked out of the worst part as immediately standing up he burst out at ruhi! "Liar! You are a liar! How dare you ruhi? How could you do such cheap act? What did you think that you will play with my feelings by the name of pregnancy? No, I won't let you do that. I thought you as a friend but i was fool that i expect friendship from an orphan like you who can only play with others feelings." Ruhi jumped on her place at the harsh words. Her tears grew more as her face getting red. She couldn't proceed upon what was happening! It was like she was seeing a nightmare. What happened that suddenly he burst out? She stood up and tried to hold his arm "What are you saying yuvaan? Wait, you are again joking right? It's not the time yuvaan, please be serious! " She told but he jerked her hand and threw a sharp glare at her. "You are joking! You are the one who is fooling me and it's over, I am done with your drama. Just don't show me your face again. " He blasted out and turned to leave. Ruhi yelled his name, called him again and again but he left thinking it as her betrayal comparing his past with the beautiful present which just got destroyed by his misunderstanding. "Yuvaan!!! I am pregnant yuvaan! I am not lying." She screamed and fell on the ground with her knees. Her palm covered her belly as she cried her heart out again and again proving her innocence. ~❁~ ~•~ #1 in misunderstanding #1 in trust #1 in wedding #1 in emotional #1 in madlove #2 in desire ~•~

Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

She became his the moment he sees her👀🌚 He is a ruthless mafia king "zarar khan'. She is sweet innocent girl "Raja ayesha" What will happen when the devil will fall in love with angel. Tropes He fell first she fell harder Mafia romance Innocent girl× mafia boss Romance Love marriage Stalker