A MULTI COUPLE STORY- The Chauhans - a name that echoes power, pride, and perfection. Four brothers, bound by blood and brotherhood, rule THE REIGNS, an empire built on grit and loyalty. Together, they're untouchable - feared in business, respected in society, unbreakable as a unit. But what happens when love dares to enter their world? Behind every controlled smile and calculated move lies a heart carrying its own scars - A love that wasn't returned. A truth that came too late. A betrayal that cut too deep. A silence that said too much. As destinies intertwine with four women meant to challenge their fate, love brings not healing, but chaos. Miseries unfold, trust shatters, and hearts bleed - all in a war between emotions and ego. And yet, even broken... love refuses to surrender. Because love doesn't ask for permission... And when kings fall, they take the world down with them. This isn't just a love story. It's a war of emotions. And in the end, only one thing is certain- When a Chauhan loves, he loves until the end... or destruction. A Tale power, passion, pain and love ....

He was the Chief Minister of Rajasthan, powerful, commanding - a storm in human form. She was a quiet teacher with a heart full of unspoken dreams. When Sitara's silence collided with Veer Pratap Singh Rathore's storm, fate ignited a bond no one saw coming. Married in a whirlwind of political pressure and personal sacrifice, they had nothing in common - except a sacred vow and a fire slowly building beneath their calm exteriors. In the glittering corridors of Jaipur's power, she struggles to find her place. And behind closed doors, he battles a love he never thought he'd feel. Can a woman of few words melt the heart of a man the world fears? Can love bloom in the storm - or will silence drown it before it begins? "Her Silence, His Storm" is a story of love after marriage, slow-burning passion, deep wounds, political drama, and the quiet strength of a woman who learns to fight - not with words, but with grace

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

Vikram Singhania is a genius and monster. As the right hand man and son of the Chief minister of Madhya Pradesh, his lack of feelings is a blessing, not a curse - until his father forces him to marry for the sake of the family and the political career. Nandini Roy , an innocent and kind girl who hates politics and politicians , always dreamed of happily ever after. She is set to be married until her world turns upside down , when she meets Vikram. A man incapable of emotions and is scarred by the past - an arranged forced marriage with the potential to unite, or destroy... Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy X sunshine Second chance My wife moments Touch her & die Obsessive ml

Meet the brides of shekhawats SAMEEKSHA SHEKHAWAT belongs to a conservative humble family, they have their own laws and principles which taught Sameeksha to live in a certain way, modern ethics of the shekhawats is what she can't seem to take hold of and maybe that's what makes her husband DHRUV SHEKHAWAT despise her so much, he thinks that she doesn't deserve to be the eldest daughter in law of the shekhawats, let alone his wife. SURBHI SHEKHAWAT, once a cheerful girl suddenly turned rebellious, sad, and just so unlike her old self. she who always feared her father was set up with the most fun out of all the brothers YUVAAN SHEKHAWAT, he's funny, smart, intelligent, anything you could name, and most of all he's such a tease, he takes upon himself to make this marriage work and help his wife with everything he could. TAARIKA and ARJUN SHEKHAWAT, the celebrity couple, with their issues in the past. arjun's family refuses to accept her as the daughter-in-law of their house, but for the sake of their unborn child. they let them marry. Taarika has enough disliking for the family that she doesn't bother to fix her relations with them. she minds her own business and lives for herself and her family which consists of her husband and baby. While on the other hand, Arjun who's tired of the problems his family has with his wife decides to make it better between them. Follow along the story of shekhawats to know how life goes for the brides of shekhawats.

♡Rajveer x Lavanya♡ ♡Yuvaan x Jaanvi♡ ♡Avyansh x Tara♡ The Raghuvanshi Mansion. A palace of wealth, power, and prestige but behind its golden walls lies a graveyard of secrets. A family that breathes lies. A dynasty with two faces. A bloodline drenched in sin. Three sons. Three devils. Rajveer. Yuvaan. Avyansh. The heirs of the Raghuvanshi empire cold, ruthless, and heartless. Three daughters-in-law. Lavanya. Jaanvi. Tara. The women who entered this house of shadows, each carrying a past as dark as the nights they cry through. Each chained to a loveless marriage, each battling their own scars, each fighting to survive the wrath of their husbands and the cruelty of the mansion. Six lives. Three marriages. One cursed family. A story of power, pain, betrayal... and perhaps, forbidden redemption. ⚠️ Warning: This saga is not for the faint-hearted. Expect darkness. Expect cruelty. Expect the unexpected. Step into the Raghuvanshi mansion... if you dare.

"Kuch rishte naseeb likhta hai... aur kuch hum khud." (Some bonds are written by fate... and some, we write ourselves.) Blood may write the first chapter of our lives... but love decides how the story continues. This isn't a story of perfect people. It's a story of the broken - the ones who learned to hide their wounds under silence, who carried scars like second skin, who stopped believing they were meant to be loved. She was one of them. Kartiki - a girl who had already lived through storms that would drown most grown men. She came carrying no luggage, except for a heart that was too pure for the cruelty it had known. And maybe... a secret hope that somewhere, someone would choose her. Not out of duty. Not out of pity. But simply because they wanted her in their life. They were the Rajputs - a family built on discipline, power, and unspoken grief. Four brothers and a father, each with their own shadows. They had lost their mother years ago, and with her, they lost the softness in their home. The walls of their mansion were strong. The walls around their hearts were stronger. No one expected her to change anything. No one expected them to change either. But sometimes, the people who share no blood can feel like the closest thing to home. And sometimes, love arrives dressed as chaos - as arguments, as accidental smiles, as someone scolding you for skipping a meal, as a hand quietly holding yours in the dark after a nightmare. This is not just her story. This is theirs too. A tale of a girl who healed a family, and a family that healed her back. Of bonds formed not by birth, but by choice. Of love that doesn't ask, "Are you mine?" but instead promises, "I am yours." Because family isn't who shares your blood... it's who shares your pain, your laughter, and the quiet moments in between - and stays anyway.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense

BOOK 1 in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 "𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰." ♡𝒜𝒶𝓇𝑜𝒽𝒾 𝒥𝒽𝒶 ♡ Doctor by passion. 24 yrs old. Heart of the family. Sweet but not so sweet. Loves her family. A lively carefree girl, calls herself a "SANSKARI BITCH". Believes in love and a devotee of Lord Shiva 🙏🏻. ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ ♡ 𝑅𝓊𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒽 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓊𝒽𝒶𝓃 ♡ CEO of Chauhan Industries. 35 yrs old. Can do anything to protect his family and siblings. People fear his wrath. Hates liars and believes love makes a person incompetent. ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ " 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 , 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." He said breaking the mangalsurta and pushing me aside. ... What will happen when two such personalities fall in love?? Will they make it or fate has other plans !! ❃°•°❀°•°❃ 18+ content Mature language