They marry under cold circumstances-no love, no connection. Siya, devastated but obedient, enters a home filled with formality, power, and icy rules. Digvijay barely acknowledges her beyond formal greetings. He's focused on politics, power, and public image. But slowly, in quiet moments and unexpected situations, cracks begin to appear. The arrogant minister begins to feel... something. Siya: Though bound by duty to a cold marriage, her body awakens to a forbidden heat in the presence of her powerful, enigmatic husband. Digvijay: Obsessed with control and his political ascent, he finds his carefully suppressed desires fiercely aroused by the woman he was forced to claim. ******* mature ‼️

"She was his secret. But the world saw someone else." Jisoo thought she knew how this industry worked-how to keep her feelings hidden, how to survive the spotlight, and most of all, how to protect the one person who mattered most: him. But when headlines explode with photos of V and Jennie in Paris, the world cheers for K-pop's newest 'it couple'-and Jisoo is left in the dark. No warnings. No explanation. Just betrayal, and silence. Now, stuck between group loyalty, heartbreak, and a truth that no one dares to say out loud, Jisoo must decide: Walk away quietly. Or burn everything down.

Jia Lee is a self-made top model, a modern day femme fatale worshipped for her unrealistic beauty and seductive charm. But fame breeds envy, and envy breeds danger. To protect herself, she hires Zamir Locke - an ex-convict trying to rebuild his life, now assigned to guard the very woman who could ruin it. What begins as protection becomes a power struggle laced with deception, temptation, and control.

Jenaya Leclerc menolong nyawa perempuan yang pernah menggantikan dirinya, dengan kehidupan lain yang rapuh di pelukannya, seorang bayi perempuan yang baru diselamatkan dari ambang maut. Dan di sana, Zayn Volkov berdiri menatapnya dengan mata yang sama, mata yang dulu pernah ia kenal, kini menyimpan kehidupan yang bukan lagi miliknya. "Beberapa luka, rupanya tak pernah sungguh-sungguh pulih, mereka hanya menunggu waktu untuk disinggung kembali." © mourissante, 2025 Be original and don't jacking my stuff! Tidak menerima plagiarisme dalam bentuk apapun. ⚠️ Mature content, explicit scene, not for minors.

Aashiqui ☆♡ Once upon a time, they believed in each other more than the world did. Ian - the boy with a broken guitar and bigger dreams. Raisa - the girl who painted his future with her faith and smiles. From classrooms to late-night calls, from cheering the loudest to falling apart in silence - life drifted them away, just when they needed each other the most. Now, Ian is a rising star, standing under the brightest lights... but carrying the shadow of the only girl who once promised to whistle for his success. Raisa is chasing a different dream, buried under books and broken memories, pretending she doesn't hear his songs on the spotify. They say growing up means letting go. But what about the notes you once wrote for each other, and never got to finish? A story about dreams, distance, heartbreak, healing - and the bitter-sweet notes we leave behind. Welcome to a story of promises, prayers, and love letters written between the lines. @Ember_zia https://www.instagram.com/ember_zia?igsh=MWs4cWhwYm1uMGU2OQ==

❤👭👰📚🤵🏭🤰..... He is just seventeen, driven by passion. and Hope She is Sixteen, Someone easily surrender to love for him, she is his friend, companion, cousin, and now wife, a bond he longs to honor with all earnestness. For her, he was once a playmate, a secret keeper, an executor of her wishes, and now he is her husband, her confidant, her Majazi Khuda-her Pati Parameshwar. Simply her Hubby Godly! ,, divine in his devotion. His Passion, Her Love is my humble yet bold attempt 🔞-an emotional journey through love, a sensual longing melted in passion, weighed down by duty, and the search for identity. It follows two young souls torn between surrendering to the world, carving their own path, or fighting for each other. Some parts may make you smile. Some may leave you conflicted. But it's not my wish 💔-it's just how my characters behave. 🤦♀️ They're messy, raw, and real. And I let them be. ************************************** Dear people 💚, please let me know if you like the Chapters 👩⚖️👨⚖️ It truly means so much to me. Please do comment 🗣 and click on the vote/star⭐ if you appreciate my effort.🎁 In case You dont like something then definitely Comment PS : This story is set in a fictional third-world country, Not India Not Pakistan, Or it can be Any. I'm exercising my writer's privilege here.

Vivian approached me, his steps deliberate and heavy, and said in a cold, dark tone, "Are you planning to put on this drama in front of the whole world too?" Confused and a bit startled, I asked, "What drama?" Vivian pointed at my mangalsutra, his eyes piercing through me, and said, "That you're my wife. Oops, sorry, my contracted wife." I felt a pang of disbelief and hurt. "So, what do you want me to do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the chill his presence brought. Vivian, looking at the mangalsutra with disdain, said, "Take it off." Shock washed over me. Vivian glared at me, his voice growing darker, "I said take it off. I don't like repeating myself, so remember that." With trembling hands, I took off the mangalsutra and handed it to him. He tossed it into the dustbin without a second thought, the action cruel and dismissive, adding to the weight of his oppressive aura. Vivian leaned closer to me, his voice a low, threatening growl, "One more thing. If anyone outside this house finds out that you're my wife, that will be your last day on this earth." _______ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞?

A man who fought against patriarchy, stood with widow and fought for rights of a woman & A woman who dropped her veil and taught concept of equality to society. 1968..ᝰ.ᐟ "Once you adored the veil..learn to keep your eyes down not ahead. For centuries woman in this country have been duped and this con is know as A respectful girl" "Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid above" ꫂ❁ वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी𓂃 Journey of a young lady who was passionate about being self reliant in 90s era however destiny whispered something which could not help but tied her in such circumstances which let her identity carry surname of a man who was prominent criminal lawyer of prayagraj ( Uttar pardesh) One was calm breeze of night which rolled out calmness sense in body While other one was storm of night whose gaze is enough for piercing veins in terror. What would happen if their perspective on flames of life would clashed in holy relationship of marriage and let give rise of new fire of alien emotion, situation and condition.... Chiefly will Mrinalini Mishra be able to cherish her life moments while ascending stairs of success or would cease her thoughts on being self depended just because of new stage of life which leads to an unknown place.. 18+ As this book deals with crimes, casteism, child abuse, assaults, adult themes and other such things she doesn't face domestic violence from her husband as He is a man who worships feminine essence. Cotton saree × Kashmiri Shawl 🪞🐚🤍 Gajra, glass bangles, bindi, silver anklets & etc!

Retrouvailles - a French word to describe the reunion of two people. Stories should satisfy you at the end, even when they end with a not-so-happy ending they should justify their reasons. But with Fakhir and Annie's end, so many of us felt the need to hold them on for a little while longer and then it was said to be a beginning, right? so let us see how it has been so far,