She is just a girl; she always wonders, meanwhile for him, she is a celestial grace. It means she has a heavenly beauty, like an angel or a goddess. Something rare and beautiful, like the stars in the night sky. She is too hard to love, and people choose not to, but him loving her deeply in every possible way makes her feel like she isn't too hard to love for him. She doesn't like him or hate him either, meanwhile, he lives his life just to make her feel loved. She chooses to give up when she is jealous, meanwhile, he owns her in a way that even in his absence, people mention their names together. She teases him with Sanskrit nicknames, so he made one for her, even though he doesn't know Sanskrit. He is a stone, people say, but for her, he is the softest person who just acts like a demon because the world made him feel like one. She overthinks a lot, while he over-explains a lot. He loves her, and she loves to hear him say it every day. He is too easy to make jealous, and she loves to do that over and over again. "Suniye Prannath," she called, teasing him with a Sanskrit nickname. "Sunaiye Prandharini," he created a beautiful nickname for her. "Aapke bina jee nahi paayenge hum," she said, looking into his eyes. "Hume toh aapko apni nazaron ke saamne dekhe bina... marna bhi manzoor nahi," he said and kissed her forehead. "She is just a maid..." she tried to explain. "And I'm just jealous," he confessed. "Main galat hoon par... main kiski hoon?" she said, making innocent faces. "Meri," he said. "Haan toh, galti bhi aapki hui na," she said, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. __________________________________________________________________________________ ~Trophes~ Chaotic couple Sunshine × Grumpy He fell first, and she fell harder Love at First Sight Arranged × Forced marriage Innocent FMC Shameless MMC

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍.. Kavya is graceful, soft-spoken, and stronger than anyone realizes. Raised in a traditional home, she learned to swallow storms with a smile. All she wants is simple-love, respect, and a place where her heart isn't second to anyone's pride. Her husband is everything she wasn't promised: successful, composed, unreadable. A man who commands every room yet keeps his desires locked behind careful lines. Control has always been his strength-until marriage forces him to look closer. Two strangers. One home bound by vows and unspoken rules. When a quiet confession slips between them, Kavya doesn't break-she bargains. Boundaries are drawn. What begins as a marriage of appearances slowly turns into dangerous intimacy. Trust must be earned. Honesty has a price. And love refuses to stay simple. Will he accept the bride he cannot read? Or will secrets destroy what they never meant to build? Sometimes love doesn't start with passion. Sometimes... it starts with silence. ✨𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑺 ✨ ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅/𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 + 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝑷𝑮-𝟏𝟑 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅) ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 & 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆-𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆

previously known as 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 Tropes: Forced revenge marriage Age gap 10 years Italian mafia lord X indian royal heiress Grovelling MMC Deception to Devotion Loathe to lifelong " 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 " ~ 𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 & 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

"It looked like love-gentle words, stolen glances, promises whispered in the dark. But beneath the surface, it was a carefully crafted play. Every gesture rehearsed, every truth hidden behind a curtain of sweet lies. It wasn't love that held us together, it was manipulation disguised as care, secrets stitched between moments of false affection. And I kept calling it love, just because I didn't want to believe I was only part of a story where the ending was already written without me."

They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.

Widowed at thirty-four, Kabir Rathore is a successful businessman, but a lost man at heart - a single father drowning in guilt, duty, and a past he can't let go of. When his newborn daughter and two-year-old son need stability, his conservative family urges him into an unusual solution: a marriage of convenience. Enter Shruti Roy - twenty-seven, quiet but resilient, reeling from her own heartbreaks, and fiercely protective of her independence. She agrees to the arrangement, not for love, but for the children who steal her heart the moment she steps into Kabir's chaotic world. What begins as a practical decision slowly unfolds into something neither of them expects - laughter in shared silences, sparks under casual touches, and a home built from gentle moments. But ghosts of the past are not easy to bury. When jealousy strikes, old lovers reappear, and trust is tested by twisted intentions, Shruti and Kabir must ask the hardest question of all: Was this just an arrangement? Or the beginning of something real? ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 STANDALONE.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Once a beacon of laughter, her 18th birthday unfurled a darkness that swallowed her light whole. The girl who knew no guile became a veiled threat, a sweet poison capable of lethal grace. Unseen identities flickered beneath her charming facade, never betraying the danger that lurked within. She was a doll, exquisitely crafted for destruction, her strings pulled by a phantom hand. Then he came, a sun-drenched meadow, a vibrant forest. Her mission demanded she entwine herself with his life, a cruel deception she executed with chilling success, leaving his heart a smoldering ruin. The blame rained down - from her family, from the world, and most brutally, from within. On the precipice of oblivion, he became her unexpected anchor. But the puppet master's game wasn't over. He was snatched, a pawn in a twisted plot that finally shattered her carefully constructed reality. The truth ignited the inferno within her - she was a victim, blackmailed for sins that weren't hers. The hot temper that always simmered beneath the surface finally boiled over. The strings were severed, the roles reversed. Now, she holds the reins, and the manipulator will learn what it truly means to be a puppet in the hands of a woman forged in fire and reborn in vengeance. Her sweetness now carries the sharp tang of iron, her beauty the chilling gleam of power. The game has changed, and the hunter has become the prey. "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 : 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗙𝗠𝗖 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 & 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 "𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿" 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻