Synopsis : Bedroom, washroom, living room, office, elevator, there wasn't any place left where they didn't make out. However, everytime she did that* with him, she felt guilty, disgusted as the person was her sister's husband. She tried hard to avoid him, but he didn't let her escape from him. It wasn't her who wanted to cheat her sister by making out with her husband, it was he who continuously forced him on her and she simply couldn't resist him. This story is about Dimple who was having sex everyday and night with her own sister's husband, and her sister, Twinkle was completely unaware of her husband and sister's betrayal. Read the story to know what will happen when Twinkle finds about her husband and Dimple's sin.. How will she react? More importantly how will Dimple face her own sister? So, at last who will ends up with the playboy Arav singhaniya, who was messing up with these sisters, marrying to one sister, and having relationship with another? 18+ Has mature content..

"What are you doing here," he asked in bitterness making me curl my fingers and dig my nails in my palm in fear. "I. I just came to keep it" I stammered while not daring to look into his gray cold eyes. Without saying anything he moved in my direction and took the envelope and tore it into small pieces while looking straight into my wide fearful eyes. Then he threw torn pieces in my face. He grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip and dragged me near him making a gasp left out of my mouth. "Do you think after deceiving me you can get away from me this easily?" he asked in his cold voice making goosebumps form all over my body. I swallowed and said the words which I have said a thousand times to him before. "I'm sorry" I whispered in my small voice. Listening to it his eyes became darker. I should have not disguised myself as a boy to get this job. "You should be," he said in his cold voice while letting go of my arm and trying to control his anger. "If you're so sorry about it then sign these papers and let me decide how sorry you are after betraying me," he said in his cold angry voice while throwing paper on his desk. I just kept looking at the file with teary eyes. "Why now you don't feel sorry anymore" he mocked me. If me signing this paper will let him know how I regret doing it then I will sign them. With glassy eyes, I took the file and pen and signed the papers without even reading them. I just want to get away from him. I turned to get out of his life but he grabbed my wrist in a firm grip and pulled me back to his hard chest. I didn't want to cry in front of him but a long traitor tear slipped from the corner of my left eye. "Now I will show you what I do to the liars," he said in his cold voice with an angry smirk on his lips while wiping the long trail of tears away from my cheeks. His words pass a shiver to my whole body making me look at him with glassy eyes. What have I caught myself into after signing those papers without reading?

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

" D-do-dont k-kill me" she begged looking at my gun and sobbing loudly. "Now, why would i do that??" I asked her chuckling at her and then smirked, looking at her face while twirling my gun in my hand. "Y-you are a g-go-good boy. Killing people is wr-wrong. Vimla masi told me, it is wrong to hur-hurt people. Every person is good by h-heart and u are a good person. God will be sad if-if u hu-hurt me." She stuttered while sobbing. My eyes widen hearing her words. She is lecturing me !? ME !?? How dare she !?. " Girl do you even realise who I am that you are daring to lecture me !?" I asked, my voice deadly calm. She gave me her stupidest reply ever I heard from anyone till now. _____________________ Meet an indian girl TARA, 22 year old beautiful who is orphan, very innocent, shy, timid, naive, always oblivious to its surrounding.She is a girl who is loved by all people surrounding her because of her sweet innocent nature but there are some those who are nothing but an evil to her innocent soul. She is not mentally ill but people around her sometimes mistaken her to be mental because of her pure soul who is totally oblivious to the dangers of the life. Now, meet ABHINAY SINGH, 27 year old handsome billionaire, who is a dangerous mafia leader. He is feared by all. Even his own men are scared shitless. No one dares to cross his path but if any one somehow did, they would pay a heavy price, a price as extreme as their life. People say he is heartless, ruthless, devil in disguise. Some calls him "DEVIL". Mercy word is not in his dictionary and enjoys torturing his victims to the point that they would beg for him to give them death. But, both this opposite personality would crash somehow. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A DANGEROUS MAFIA MEET AN INNOCENT SOUL. Would he break her? Would she heal him with her innocence and sweet nature?

"Mr Mehra you are in no position to interfere in my matters. I could have handled the situation by myself without you getting involved in it. I am confident in my capabilities and I can protect myself without anyone's help. I might be living in your house but it doesn't mean that you have any kind of power over me and you should know that it was never something I ever wanted." I said to the person who was standing in front of me in all his glory. "Mahi even though living in my house was not something you wanted but as now you are, you are my responsibility and I never fail to fulfil any. I absolutely believe in your capabilities but let me make one thing very clear, don't expect me to keep calm when someone is trying to lay a finger on what is mine." Kabir said clenching his jaw and started walking towards where I was sitting. He came closer and his eyes were bored into mine. His intense gaze made it difficult for me to move a bit or speak a word. He leaned closer to me and my breathing became heavier due to our proximity. "Talking about the power, very soon you will know who holds the power, little lady." He whispered into my ear and looked at me with a smirk playing on his lips This person might act almighty and gentle but there is no way in hell that I will allow him to affect me in any possible way, that's what I promised myself but to my utter disappointment I was failing miserably. He was affecting me way too much than I thought and I am not sure If I will be able to avoid this trouble or if I am doomed. What will happen when the two not-so-perfect people will find each other in the most unwanted way? The fate bringing them together is a blessing in disguise or an unfolding disaster?

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

"Don't bite your lips so much" He says pulling his love into his lap "I only bite it when I'm nervous" She murmurs, trying to hide her blush "Don't bite what is mine to bite, If you get nervous, you can instead bite mine any time" he says smirking,smashing his lips on to his shy wife's warm petals ◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽◽ Kanishka Thaiwar, always thought of herself as a person who's mind was way too messed up, soul too tangled due to the constant abuse of her siblings and her unheard silent cries, A heart which no one could heal, was her self image But what happens when someone comes along to fix her shattered heart and smoothen the tangled knots of her soul? #16 in romance #1 in Indian #10 in marriage #1 in paranoia #8 in billionaire #7 in doctor #5 in trauma

Ranked #1 in the category "Indian" on 19 May 2018 as well as on 1 Feb 2019! Ranked #1 in the category "Romcom" on 6 Feb 2019 and on 11 March 2019! Ranked #1 in the category "Fun" on 27 August 2019! Ranked #2 in the category "Mission Desi" on 8 August 2018! Ranked #2 in the category "Romcom" on 29 January 2019! Ranked #7 in the category "Arranged Marriage" on 11 January 2019! Yes, another arranged marriage story. If you're into cute, romantic happy ending stories, Voilà! You're at the right place. So what are you waiting for? Go read! 🐽

"Remember what I said last night Ashley, if you don't stop being a bitch I would.." he paused and glanced at me. I turned my head from the window to him, narrowing my eyes slightly. A thick blush engulfed my face when I saw that dark desire in his eyes. "Fuck you." *** Alex and Ashley had a past. A past which was tough to get over for both of them. Besides working together, everything between them was a pure Mess. From arguments to judgements to a normal conversation. But one trip together triggers a change, for the better or for worse?

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!