A promise that has been made years ago ended tying two people in a sacred knot ... Her alliance got fixed with his brother but she ended up being his wife as Destiny played its card.... He never wished to get married...while she has always dreamt of being a wife and having her own family.... Join the journey of Prithivi and Pallavi to see what chaos this sudden marriage will bring into their lives .....

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 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, Aarav. 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. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, curvy, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

Arjun is a teenager who got married to his father's late friend's daughter, Aditi. This was not a normal wedding ; it was done to protect Aditi, but there were other reasons behind it as well. To know more, please read the story. ✿✿✿ Thank you Enjoy reading. ( This is my first book....I'm just experimenting with my ideas here. my characters are imperfect, and there are some loopholes. At times, you may find it boring or cringe-worthy. But, as I said, this is my first book, and I'm trying to improve my writing. I've tried to make each chapter better than the previous one )

RIYA MALHOTRA a sunshine like her father ... went to her Father's friend's son's wedding only to become the replaced bride The boy whom she played with .. one whom she never saw again for 15 years was now going to be her husband DEV SINGHANIA A cold personality and a silent observer he was forced to marry a girl whom his parents arranged but the girl ran away on the day of the wedding or it just seemed like it when he thought he was over with this marriage there came his childhood friend a sweet memory a girl whom he met the day she was born ... and now she was his replaced bride will these two fall in love ? was the bride running away just a coincidence? ___________________________________________ CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE BUT ITS THE NEXT GENERATION OF AARAV: HER HIDDEN LOVE ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST/SECOND /THIRD LANGUAGE

When her elder sister's affair with her own ex is exposed, the scandal shatters two families in a single night. Betrayal burns, reputations crumble-and in the wreckage, she becomes collateral damage. Her brother-in-law doesn't scream. He doesn't beg. He plans. Cold. Calculating. Patient. She was never meant to be anything more than a pawn in his revenge-a living reminder of the sister who humiliated him. But the moment his eyes meet hers, something dark shifts. Obsession replaces anger. Possession replaces pride. He divorces the woman who betrayed him without a backward glance. And the very day the court seals the papers, he marries her sister-delivering the cruelest blow imaginable. What began as vengeance turns into a dangerous game of desire. Because he may be a devil in love... But devils don't fall without dragging someone into the flames with them.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

I'm not great at writing descriptions, so I'll just say this: I hope you give the story a chance. It's something different I'm trying, and I really hope you enjoy it. Tropes: Age gap Second chance Forced marriage Unrequited love Melo-drama Single parent Happy ending Note: This is my first full-length book, so please forgive mistakes, over-explained parts, and areas that still need editing. It's just a hobby, not professional work. Some chapters have mature content-skip if you're not comfortable. Thanks for reading and supporting my work. Happy reading!

No one knew when it started. Not when a lost four-year-old boy found comfort in a stranger. Not when she became the only place he smiled freely. Not when his silence began to break... only for her. Navya Sharma was chaos in its purest form- unpredictable, unfiltered, and unafraid. She never believed in family. Not the kind that stays. Not the kind that heals. Sidharth Kashyap built his world on control- power, discipline, and distance. Love was a mistake he had already paid for. Betrayal had taught him one thing-never let anyone get close again. But he never expected his son to choose someone for him. And he definitely never expected it to be her. She didn't belong in Sidharth's world. And yet... she found her way into the one place he could never guard-his son's heart. Ansh Kashyap-quiet, observant, and far too young to understand loneliness the way he did. She understood Ansh in ways no one ever had. And somewhere along the way... she began to understand the man behind the silence too. But Sidharth Kashyap doesn't believe in love. Not anymore. And Navya Sharma has never been loved enough to believe she deserves it. Between denial, distance, broken pasts, and a child who quietly brought them together- This was never meant to be a love story. And yet... it became one.

"Do you know how jealous I am? I can't even show how much I love you nor call you mine in front of them. It's already making me insane, but I know that I need to keep you safe." I whisper to her "I know and I also wanted them to know that you are mine. But we need to keep this a secret for our safety coz we're each other weakness. Always remember that you're the one I love So mun and no one else." she said "I love you too, Do Hana" I said while looking directly in her eyes.