❝𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾.❞ 𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐈 29 elder daughter of a middle-class family, her childhood was disaster folded between responsibilities. Growing up was like a duty. She carried the weight of expectations without complain. She became the dependable one. The one who "understands" even when she couldn't. Criticism was a venom she swallowed about her chubbiness that overtook her achievements over some extra fat & fixated on her appearance. beneath that controlled exterior, silent sacrifices she learned early that love often came with conditions, carried her family's pride in hands to forgot she had life to live for. 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 27 A walking contradiction of chaos and control, A abroad return young man who believed more on Brajeshwar than meaningless traditions. Spoiled. He lives like the world might end tomorrow; life is too short to let someone control it and survive. It was to chase, tease & recklessly adventured. Rules? He treats them dust on his expensive coat. Entertainment? family drama with protein was enough. He was wild, way too dramatic that screamed "This might be bad news." What will happen when a man who lives for chaos is bound to a woman who has only ever lived for responsibility? What if adventure crashes into discipline, a heart that runs wild is tied to one that has only ever endured? The vows of marriage that tied in the weight of accident and circumstances, will he ever show her how to live or will she show him what living truly means? 18+ | Romance| Mystery| Drama

To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Daddy. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love.

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

#Top 1 in INDIA [24/jan - 05/feb/2026] ( I will take down "AARVI: His forced Wife" in April for re-editing. The changes will be major as I will remove the Kiara's plot. ) "They have different stories, but fate forced them into one." VIVAN SINGHANIA- feared by many, respected by all. A man whose name carries power, whose silence is sharper than words. To the world, he is untouchable. To Aarvi, he is the husband she never chose. AARVI SISODIYA- soft-spoken, innocent, and delicate as glass. A girl whose dreams were shattered in a single night, leaving her tied to a man who looks at her with nothing but resentment. She never asked for this marriage, yet she is forced to live in its shadow. KIARA MEHRA- the woman Vivan loved, the girlfriend he never wanted to let go of. The name that keeps Aarvi from ever being seen. But when destiny traps Vivan and Aarvi under the same roof, the war between them begins. Hate collides with hidden emotions, silence turns into stolen moments, and the line between enemies and something more begins to blur. Can a marriage built on pain ever turn into love... or will it only break her more? ♥ ♥ ♥ #01 - wattpadindia (30/10/25) #02 - lovetriangle (28/12/25) #02 - wife (25/10/25) #03 - romcom (07/11/25)

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.

𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 While I was convinced that I owned this game, my wife stood by me in her 6 inch-high heels, screaming that she, too, owned it. A story in which the female lead is as lethal as the male lead. She used to have feelings for her older brother's best friend. She expresses her feelings to him, but he rejects her, calling her a kid. Five years later, she is no longer the 'kid' he rejected; instead, she is one of India's most powerful businesswoman. He is a filthy-rich heir, and she is a wealthy heiress. He believes that love does not exist, yet her love for him has become an obsession. Thus she can go to any length to win him. They sign a marriage contract not because he loves her, but because he wants to use her to secure power. Hence all the exuberant lives of the couples feign in front of the public could be contrary in actuality. ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅʟʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.