_____________________________________ ✨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!!

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

#TOP 1 in India (18/10/24) #TOP 7 in India (25/11/24) #TOP 2 in India (27/11/24) #TOP 2 in India (14/12/24) #TOP 4 in India (17/02/25) #TOP 2 in India (17/02/25) #TOP 3 in India (31/03/25) #TOP 1 in India (31/03/25) #TOP 4 in India (17/11/25) When their unrequited love turned into requited, everything - even the world around them - seemed to fade away. There was only one thing left: them, bound by true and unconditional love. The only way to heal from unrequited love is to give it to someone who knows how to "appreciate" it. She, in the midst of unrequited love, says: "I understand your story, I know your pain, I wanted to be with you in every rain. I wanted to hold you close and whisper, it's going to be alright. But I don't know... will that day ever come?" When it becomes requited, he says: "You understand my story, You know my pain, You wanted to be with me in every rain8. You wanted to hold me close and whisper, it's going to be alright. And look - it all happens today." Discover the universe of Unrequited To Requited love..... Started: 13th July 2024 End:

"I didn't fall in love with her... I surrendered. And now, there's no part of me that doesn't belong to her." *°•.˜"*°• 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚•°*"˜.•°*"˜ That wasn't just love. It was power. It was a king claiming his queen-in front of a kingdom that would now dare not question it.

Tropes Billionaire X Wattpad writer( writes smut too) Arranged marriage(secret to the world) Forced proximity Enemies to lovers North Indian X South Indian Grumpy X Sunshine Best friend's brother Sassy heroine lot of banter Villain is state CM obsessed with her Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she's officially living in her worst nightmare. HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch 3 hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins and zoom outs). ❌ That's worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job.This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation. KARTHICK: If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you need to pee. She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence. The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage,accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get, and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding.

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?

#1 of RUINED HEARTS SERIES "Why does it hurt so much?" "Because we were never meant to love softly." He's a man whose name alone commands fear - a ruthless empire built on power, blood, and silence. The world bows to his will. But the moment he lays eyes on her - a girl with sunshine in her smile and storms in her eyes - something inside him shifts. She looks fragile, too soft for his brutal world. But beneath that bright, carefree façade lies a soul scarred by years of pain - a girl deprived of love, yet armed with secrets that could bring empires to their knees. When their paths collide, obsession ignites. He wants her - entirely, irrevocably. But she's not the type to be conquered. What happens when a heart that's never known warmth meets a heart that's forgotten how to feel? Will he break her... or will she unmake the king the world fears? --------------------------------------------------------------- Tropes Grumpy x sunshine Age gap CEO ( mafia lord ) x college student Royal family Slow burn Forced marriage Obsessed at first sight

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞,𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "I don't want to hurt you Mr.Malhotra i am a mess, a total mess, I cannot even handle a relationship, I am not good enough for you nor for anyone else! I DON'T THINK YOU DESERVE SOMEONE LIKE ME" she said in a breaking voice as i saw her getting up to leave the room I stepped forward and held her hand and looked into her eyes with assurance and affection.. " I PROMISE WHOEVER LED YOU TO SAY THESE WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH...I WOULD MAKE HIS LIFE A MESS..You are beautiful the way you are! and i deserve every bit of you" the last words came out of my mouth like a whisper while rubbing off her tears with my thumb.. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Tune in the journey of how mihika mathur's life turned upside down when her fiance didn't turn up to the wedding venue leaving her on their wedding day waiting for him...and she has to marry her best friend's brother on whom she had a little crush when she was 17.. who she didn't know was whipped for her "DEVOTED TO HER" starting from 4th march 2024 ✨ ps: it's my first time writing..show some love🫶🏻 and suggestions are always welcomed✨

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 (𝘢.) /mɑːskt/ (of one's true character or feelings) concealed. . 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 the king. He's the ruler whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like David's boy. Malik is put well together and never lets his mask fall. Emotions aren't his specialty, and the ones he has, he conceals behind a content mask, that only his inner circle gets to witness. He wears his pride like his crown and holds his head high. Malik is machine-made, and doesn't let his emotions control his better judgment. All of which evaporates when he lays eyes on his fiancé. But what happens when the world he's so familiar with comes crashing down right before his eyes and he's bound to marry a stranger, having to make up for his absent father's mess, again? 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐐𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐑 is the princess of a small island in the middle of the north African sea. Her father has always been her entire world, and watching her old man kicking the bucket soon, has taken a toll on Amani. Not having her mother's support, due to her passing, she faces the kingdom she is to rule sooner than later, with a mask on her face, as she conceals her true feelings; despair. Amani has always been a sucker for the rules, finding a sense of comfort behind the lines she knows better than to cross. Said lines would be falling in love with any man. But her comfort escapes her body, along with her breath when she learns about her engagement to the man who's an outsider in her world. A foreigner. A businessman from the states, who possesses a British accent. Son of the Libyan foreign minister. With her hands tied to a stranger's she finds herself alone in a world she knows all too well. Both of them are strangers, but will they surprise each other? .