A few hours before the wedding, the bride ran away. Panic spread through the house and reputation was at stake. Guests had already arrived. The wedding could not be stopped. So they found a replacement. Her. The girl who had spent her entire life in their home, yet never truly belonged there. Against her wishes, her parents forced her to sit beneath her sister's veil and take her place at the mandap. Hidden behind the veil, she prayed the marriage would end before anyone discovered the truth. But fate was never on her side. The moment the veil was lifted, silence fell. Shock turned into outrage. Whispers turned into accusations. And she was left to bear the consequences of a decision she had never made. Worst of all, the man she was now bound to looked at her with something far more painful than anger. Hatred. A hatred she couldn't understand. Yet despite everything, she held on to a fragile hope. A hope that perhaps, with time, things would get better. On their wedding night, she waited for him. And waited. But somewhere between hope and exhaustion, she fell asleep. What she didn't know was that her husband had already left the country that very night without a single word. Without an explanation. Without looking back. Six months later, he returns. The husband who abandoned her. The man who never wanted her. And the hatred in his eyes remains unchanged. A marriage forced upon two unwilling hearts. And a bond neither of them can escape. But fate had chosen already.

⚠ EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠ ❝ Cry more harder! Lemme see those pretty tears. ❞ his vicious tongue licked her tears, still maintaining the eye contact. ❝ You dare to escape me! You thought you could? Did you? ❞ He yelled louder, his voice dripping with malice and hatred for her. --𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 🚫 THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED. THIS CONSISTS ABUSE, FORCED INTIMACY, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM. #4 Abusivehusband 27/02/2025 #1 kookie out of 1.99k stories 1/03/2025 #4 jeon out of 2.02k stories 1/03/2025 #2 abusive out of 9.06k stories 15/3/25 @Lilac_bangtanfics

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover that there's much more to their relationship than what meets the eyes. [Full Description Inside] This book contains: ~ Boy Obsessed ~ Slow Burn ~ Excessive Pining ~ Hurt/Comfort Trope ~ One Bed Trope ~ Eventual Corruption and Praise Kink Started | 1st April 2021 Completed | 30th August 2025 A C H I E V E M E N T S 1st Place in the Athenaeum Kpop Awards (18/12/21) 2nd Place in BTS Universe Awards (28/01/22) #1 in btsfanfic on 09/11/23 #1 in btsff on 09/11/23 #1 in roommates on 25/05/22 #1 in ynstories on 20/04/22 #1 in bangtanfanfiction on 17/04/24

The wedding was nothing more than a battlefield dressed in gold. She wore the silk he chose, stood beneath the vows she didn't mean, and let the cameras capture a story that wasn't hers. Beside her stood the man she had sworn to hate-the rival who had stolen victories, the enemy who now carried her name on his tongue as if it was already his to own. His hand closed over hers, steady and unyielding, the perfect mask for the crowd. But beneath that grip was a challenge, a warning, a fire. She should have pulled away. She didn't. Because hatred was simple. Hatred she understood. But the pulse that quickened under his gaze, the shiver that betrayed her when he leaned close-that was the real danger. This marriage wasn't love. It wasn't peace. It was war wrapped in silk. (Aditya X Nikhat) They were friends once-laughing at inside jokes, sharing secrets only they understood. She trusted him. He trusted her. Then came the arrangement. Fake dating, they called it-a harmless lie to fool everyone else. But pretending brought them too close, stirred emotions neither were ready to admit. And when it ended, it ended hard. Pretend partners became strangers overnight. The laughter disappeared. The trust vanished. Time didn't heal it. It sharpened it. They became rivals, measuring each other in every glance, every word, every challenge. And yet, beneath the tension, beneath the rivalry, something familiar lingered... something dangerous. Because some bonds, even when broken, refuse to stay dead. (Vihaan X Naira) Tropes: Billionaire romance Rivalry Forced marriage Marriage of convenience Second chance Age gap Enemies to lovers Fake dating to lovers Suspense thriller

He was born into power. She was raised in silence. And somewhere between a deal and a disaster... they became each other's fate. ________________________________________ Vihaan Ahuja doesn't fall in love. He chooses it-like everything else in his life. Luxury. Power. Status. And Niharika-perfect, polished, and exactly the kind of woman who belongs on his arm. But not in his home. Because the Ahujas don't just want a daughter-in-law. They want perfection. And Niharika? She doesn't make the cut. ________________________________________ Enter Dr. Shraddha Mathur. Quiet. Composed. A woman who speaks less... but sees everything. She isn't what Vihaan wants. She isn't what he imagined. But she is exactly what his family chooses. ________________________________________ One ultimatum. One decision. One deal that changes everything. A contract marriage. No emotions. No expectations. No forever. Just a signature... and a promise to walk away. ________________________________________ But what happens when- the girl he never wanted becomes the one he can't ignore? when silence starts to feel like home? when pretending stops feeling fake? ________________________________________ Because hearts don't follow contracts. And love... doesn't come with an expiry date. ________________________________________ He married her for a deal. She agreed for a reason. But neither of them was prepared... for what came after. ________________________________________ ✨ A story of slow-burn love, unspoken emotions, family bonds, and the kind of connection that changes you without warning. ⚠️ If you're here for just spice and shortcuts-this isn't your story. This is about growth, healing, and the kind of love that takes its time... and leaves its mark.

"You know I don't like you?" He smiles "Stop lying to yourself, princess." Jungkook x Reader Fanfiction Highest Ranking: #1 btsarmy #1 btsfandom #1 readerxjungkook #3 kookie Some mature content🔞 Don't forget to follow and vote! Started - July 23, 2020 Ended - October 26, 2020

[COMPLETED 17/10/2020] "If I ask you to take your clothes off, you take your clothes off, princess." Jungkook continued smoothly. "Or if you don't, you remain prepared for me to take them off myself." He smirked. "I do not shy away from doing things myself." -A Jeon Jungkook Mafia AU in which an innocent Y/N who knows nothing about her stepbrother's deal with the Mafia kingpin is forcefully sold and eventually comes to love the seemingly cruel and heartless mafia boss who only has his eyes set on her. #1 in bts, bangtanboys and bangtansonyeondan (06/02/21) #1 in jungkook (06/02/21) #1 in jeonjungkook (16/03/22) #2 in btsjungkook #4 in bangtan #3 in kidnapper #36 in stockholmsyndrome (14/12/21) #70 in forcedmarriage

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

Not every love is meant to last - some are meant to teach..... {Childhood love × Single mother} He loved her from childhood friendship but she chose someone else before he could confess... He happily let go her for her happiness but can't able to forget her .... She left her family for the person she chose for herself and person accepted her love but can't stay with her when she needed him most and the person broke her and left her ...... He again came into her life and become the healer of her broken life ...... She gave up everything for the love that doesn't stay but later she found home again....