He was ordered to protect her. Nobody said anything about wanting her. Two men already taught Nina Rao what trust costs. So she keeps it simple now - give them nothing real, walk away first, never let anyone close enough to leave a mark. Then her mother hands her to Major Rishabh. One order, one long drive, one villa with no staff and no cameras and no one for miles. He won't take what she offers. That's what undoes her - the first man who refuses to want anything. Some lines aren't meant to be crossed. They're going to cross every single one.

Seven hundred and thirty days apart should have been the hard part. Shruti Deshpande is coming home. Her Washington posting is done, her career is waiting, and somewhere in the mountains of India, the man she has loved across oceans and time zones is counting down the hours until she lands. Lieutenant Colonel Rishabh Singh Sambyal has survived two years on satellite calls and the photograph on his nightstand. He has not survived them unchanged. When he finally meets her - older, surer, carrying the scars of distance in places he doesn't show - he discovers that reunion is not the same as return. What Came Before Goodbye was the love story. What Comes After is the marriage of it - messy, honest, and fought for with everything they have. Some love stories end at the airport. Theirs begins there.

This is prequel to love in ruins. This story focuses on Ishaan's father Mayank Roychoudhury and Trishita Ganguly. It's their love story, featured in the 80s Kolkata. I hope whoever read love in ruins would find it enjoyable too. Fair warning, the male lead might not be very likeable at first. Mayank Roychoudhury has never been good at losing. In 1981 Kolkata, his reckless life takes an unexpected turn when he falls for Trishita, a woman he knows he should never have wanted, yet cannot seem to live without. What begins as attraction slowly becomes something far more dangerous: an obsession neither of them can easily escape. But love does not exist in a vacuum. Family, duty, promises and pride stand between them, while Mayank's own arrogance and mistakes threaten to destroy the one thing he has come to value more than himself. As circumstances force them apart, Mayank is left facing the possibility that the woman who became his entire world may belong to someone else. And for the first time in his life, there is no clever escape, no conquest, no distraction, only the unbearable knowledge that sometimes loving someone means having to watch them walk away. A story of forbidden love, jealousy, regret, obsession and the desperate lengths one man will go to when the person he cannot live without is slipping beyond his reach.

This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

Arjun, DYSP ARJUN DEV KULKARNI was the ideal officer-disciplined, composed, feared by criminals and respected by his team. But Aadhya was the one place where all that steel melted. Her laughter steadied him, her silence unsettled him, and her tears were his only real weakness-the one thing that could break through every wall he'd built around himself and turn the toughest officer into a man who would move mountains just to see her fine again. Aadhya Rao Gowda was a soft-yet-stubborn little storm-sweet one moment, impossible the next, a junior journalist who felt too much and overthought even more. She loved Arjun with her whole heart loved her even more, knew she mattered to him in a way no one else ever could, yet a tiny part of her always wondered if he was too good for a messy girl like her. 🚫 Please give it a chance I will make sure you don't regret it ..And if you like it please don't be a silent reader.. please vote

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

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)

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 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 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?

Life is uncertain. It's just like a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs , highs and lows. As they say God is the master planner .... Destiny plays it roles and brings people together who are poles apart . Same is the case with Vardhan & Sandhya. He is single father and his world is limited to his daughter. Nothing matters before her . While Sandhya is considerate towards everyone. She believes in doing good for every living being .. What would happen when their world's would collide and they will be bonded together for a lifetime .......

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.