This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?

"What are you doing?"she asked, her voice shaking. "Nothing, just admiring my wife." Then he covered the remaining distance between them. _____________________________________________ Miral Haider. The only daughter of the Haider family, the apple of her father and brothers' eyes. She always had everything served on a silver platter. Everything was perfect except for one guy who made her life hell just by existing in it. Saad Akbar. The bad boy, the notorious infamous uni heartthrob. He was satisfied with his life which he lived on the edge without a care in the world. His favourite challenge was riling up the girl who turned an angry shade of red whenever he scored more. Life was as perfect as it could get for both of them until it played a sick joke. Situation deteriorates and the only solution appears to be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE. What happens when two sworn enemies and academic rivals are forced in an arranged marriage. Will it end in a heartbreak or something better than both of them ever imagined. After all who does romance better than two academic rivals.

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

Aahana Rawat Aahana lived in her father's cage, her entire life. She just wanted love and wanted to be recognised by him but he didn't care about that. He just wanted money and power by hook or by crook even if it means marrying his own flesh and blood to an old man. Her innocent soul prayed to God to send someone to save her. " If not an angel, then be it devil." Not knowing a devil was soon going to descend from hell but not to save her. The unknown stranger was going to be her most desired danger. Reyansh Rajvanshi The most successful and eligible bachelor of the country. Eldest son of Rajvanshi family that holds power and money. He was a successful CEO and ruthless mafia and can do anything to protect his family. He said to the girl whom he wedded forcefully, "I promise my dear wife to make your life hell at every moment. I promise everytime you fall I will be there but to laugh on your face I promise to make your nights sleepless that you would wish to die. I promise I will suck your soul. I will fucking break you. My dear wife... Welcome to my personal hell. " Author's note - •This story might contain violence, bloodshed and some scenes that can trigger to PTSD. •This is an original work, plagiarism won't be tolerated. Be patience with the story. I am sure you will love it. •English is not my first language. • Enjoy readings guys and do tell me how you felt. • Give my first book a lot of love. ❤️❤️

✦ Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Obsession ✦ The first time she came to my house, she was five years old. She held my sister's hand, walked past me, and didn't even notice I existed. But I noticed her. Every laugh. Every careless smile. Every stupid ribbon in her hair. I lost a cricket match that day because I couldn't stop adoring her. A year later, she called me *bhaiya.* Everyone thought it was cute. I didn't eat for two days. She forgot about it the next morning. I didn't. To her, I was always just her best friend's older brother. To me, she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense. Years later, I married her. Yes, she hates me for it. But hatred is still a kind of attention. And I've waited my entire life for her attention. Sakshi Malhotra was never meant to belong to anyone else. She just hasn't realized it yet.

THIS NOT A SIMPLE LOVE STORY. THIS SOMETHING BEYOND LOVE STORY. She is running. Her breath is sharp and uneven, her chest burning as if it might collapse any second, but she does not stop. The ground beneath her feet is rough, her steps unstable, yet she keeps moving, faster, harder, as if stopping even for a moment would cost her everything. The night around her is unnaturally silent, thick and suffocating, but somewhere within that silence, a faint fufkaar (hissing sound) lingers, low and dangerous, trailing behind her like a shadow that refuses to leave. She does not turn back. She does not slow down. She runs until her body begins to give in, until her legs tremble and her breath turns shallow, until the fear inside her starts clawing its way out. And then, all at once, she stops. The sudden stillness feels louder than the chase. For a moment, she stands frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heartbeat echoing violently in her ears. Slowly, as if afraid of what she might see, she turns back. There is nothing. No movement. No sound. No sign that anyone or anything had been there. Only darkness. A long breath leaves her lips as her body weakens with relief. She lifts her hand to her chest, steadying herself, trying to convince her racing mind that it was nothing, that whatever she felt was not real. Her eyes slowly close, as if she is forcing herself to believe in that lie. But the moment she opens them, everything inside her stops. Right in front of her, so close that she cannot even step back, two glowing red eyes stare directly into hers, still, unblinking, and terrifyingly real.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Trope Sisters love Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age gape Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗

Her hand trembles when she is about to sign the marriage papers. The very mention of the word marriage reminds her of her past, her first marriage. She had not even peacefully come out of her previous toxic marriage and she is pushing herself into the same hell again. But then fighting with her thoughts, she takes a deep breath and signs the marriage papers and a tear comes out of her eyes as she is not ready to face again all that she faced in her previous marriage. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ " Never forget, the day you break even a single rule of this marriage, I will divorce you and after that you know the consequences." He says after signing their marriage papers And his heart feels heavy as he says these insensitive words to her because after getting her he cannot even think of divorcing her, Divorcing her, isn't even the last thing he would do but still he has no other option except putting this condition before her. And there after hearing his words she looks at him with her blank eyes. Book start : 25.01.2025