In the vanity mirror, a stranger stared back at me. A bride in red. A soulless doll. With a heavy sigh, I began removing the endless pins from my dupatta, loosening the choker, the jewelry. Only my anklets and bangles remained. The door clicked open. Shut with a thud. My heart stopped. I grabbed my dupatta, draping it over my shoulders. He strode toward me, his eyes burning. In fury, he yanked my hair back. Pain seared my scalp. "Why the fuck did you remove this?" he roared. "Don't you know you have to wait for your dear husband?" His voice dripped with psychotic pleasure. "Oh? Were you too desperate to be fucked by your husband?" In one swift motion, he yanked the dupatta away and shoved me onto the bed. I crawled backwards, fear clawing at my chest. Within seconds, he was half-naked, towering over me. He grabbed my leg, dragging me under him, his entire weight crushing my fragile body.

_____________________________________ ✨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!!

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐈| 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 "Khwaab to tum ho hi. Haqikat mein badalne ka junoon hai." She had known him for 14 years, been in love with him for 4 years and dated him for 4 months. Everything about them has always been 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯. She was just the daughter of the dead butler and he was the billionaire heir. Love blooming in the forbidden lands doesn't survive easily, everything in the surrounding is poisonous, ambushing to crush it down. Especially when you fall for the 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 mistaking him for a gentleman, every door of escape shuts down, no matter how far you run. 𝗔𝗽𝗲𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵 wasn't new to the feeling of being unwanted and neglected. However, her patience wore thin when her mother started to push her to agree for a marriage she doesn't want, where she would be nothing but a 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍. In her desperate urge to break through all, she didn't realise she had just landed herself in a perfectly laid__ 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑 ? There's always an unspoken rule; you don't poke the 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 by going after his woman. That's the sin his enemies committed and now they must bear the consequences. Nothing can stop him now. He had her once, lost her twice and now he wants her back. 𝗩𝘆𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶 had been a gentleman for far too long. Not anymore. The 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 is finally set to step out of the disguise and claim what is 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 his. 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 wasn't their fate. Or was it ? ❌ No Cheating Trope ❌

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 "𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 " 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 × 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 (𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂) "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." She was the family's precious girl, raised under his roof. But obsession doesn't follow bloodlines. And Rudransh? He's never followed rules. Whether she was adopted or not... she was his. And he was ready to burn the whole world to keep it that way. 🌑 A dark, obsessive tale of a man who breaks taboos without apology, and a girl torn between right and ruin. ⚠️ Morally grey romance. Psychological themes. Discretion advised.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

"Sometimes, I just have to let her win, because losing the argument is easier than losing her." The man who married her on gun point, crushed her plans, dreams, life,. Who left her trembling in fright, Who threatened her, Is the one stating such a statement, isn't it ironic? ● Book-1 of 'UNEXPECTED TURN ' 》》》》》》》 "Can you please leave... your presence suffocates me" " OKAYHH..." he said shaking his head. He stood at a distance, eyed her with some unreadable expression. " hmm... to tum bhooke pyase,.. mere khilaf ansan karna chahti ho" (So you want to go on a hunger strike against me?!!) He picked up water jug perched on cupboard,.. she glanced at him and glass jug alternatively. * smash* she shut her eyes in reflex. The glass jug was scattered on ground in pieces, along with water. "Then do it properly!"

"It's just a photo, don't you trust me?" "I do." Back then, it was trust. A careless smile, a secret shared, a photo sent in love. "Please don't. Please... have mercy." Now, it's blackmail. The same photo has become her prison. The boy she once trusted is no longer the same-Shravan doesn't want forgiveness, he wants control. For Suman, one mistake has spiraled into a nightmare. Every memory he shows her, every picture he holds, drags her deeper into his obsession. He calls it love. She calls it captivity. How do you escape someone who already owns your past-and threatens to rewrite your future? -------- Author's Note This novel is a work of fiction, but it shines a light on a very real and painful issue: digital abuse. In today's world, photos, messages, and private moments can be misused in ways that leave lasting emotional scars. What may seem like "just a photo" can become a weapon of control, blackmail, and manipulation. This story is not meant to glorify or romanticize such behavior. Instead, it explores the psychological impact of digital abuse and how trust can be twisted into fear. If you or someone you know is experiencing this, please remember: you are not to blame. Help is available, and reaching out to trusted friends, family, or support services can make a difference. Through this book, I hope to spark awareness, conversation, and compassion. Because no one should have to live in fear of their own memories.

A girl born into misfortune. Stripped off everything after her loved ones leave her to escape into the arms of death. But living is often proven harder than death. Sahasa has managed to survive, alone at the hands of nothing but tireless labour. Karma is her life and she doesn't want to leave any stone unturned to attain as much as she can, given her birth. Giving is all she has known, her fiery spirit and fearful heart testing each other's wits when she is made to marry Vijay, the younger son of a zamindar whose pride and arrogance know no bounds.

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?