"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

Because sometimes, the wrong person leads you to the right kind of love. Tropes:- He fell first (this time) Lover her x wipped him Ex's cousin/Ex's brother Rom-com Old wounds + healing + rediscovering love Second chance romance

𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 "My women doesn't need to be soft hearted." 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "Because I have all powerful boyfriend." ✿✿✿ "Now," He slowly folded his handkerchief, "to answer your initial question." He paused, continuing to watch her, "You're a smart woman, it shouldn't be hard for you to figure out, my dadi hopes I'd pursue you." Her eyes flickered slightly, a hint of embarrassment finally showed on her face, "I think. You might have kept her waiting too long. What she really wants is for you to have a lively, adorable child." "You're indeed very smart." He smiled, which made her feel slightly relieved. "But pursuing you is my personal decision. Not every woman is eligible to bear my child." He spoke again, although his tone was gentle, his aloof attitude made it hard for her to keep her cool. She never thought such a cold yet cultured man would say something so arrogant lying disrespectful. "Is Mr. Sooryavanshi always this straightforward when pursuing women?" She asked. "I've only pursued you." He said. She felt a bit of a headache. This was the first time she found dealing with someone so difficult. "We've met, like, twice in a day. Don't you think you're being a bit impulsive, Mr. Sooryavanshi?" Sha asked. "I trust my judgment." He said. ✿✿✿⁠ He wanna purse her. But she just got heartbroken. will she accept him to pursue her? will he be able to help break her cold heart wall? if she accept him will his family gonna approve her as their daughter-in-law? So let's dive into the journey of 'RUHANSH'...

°•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.