✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎ She is shy He is outspoken She is clumsy He is graceful She is innocent He is cunning She is broken He is perfect or is he? . . . . JIVIKA RAO A widow from a small village in Maharashtra. She lives with her grandmother and aunt as her in-laws don't want to keep her after her husband's death. She has lost her parents at a very young age as a result she is deprived of many things. She works day and night to fend for her family but in response, she only gets insults and beatings. She doesn't know what it is like to have a loving family. SHIVANSH SINGH RATHORE The king of the Rajput Clan in Rajasthan. He is also the CEO of the Billion dollar company 'Rajput & Sons' which is his family business. He is known as the 'Tiger' of the business world as well as the underworld because of his ability to hunt down his opponent without any mercy. Although he is scary for everyone but for his family, he is a responsible and loveable person. Two completely different personalities yet faith will make them come together. Join the journey of Jivika and Shivansh where they will learn the beauty of love and passion. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

She heals lives by day. he destroys enemies by night. He rules the underworld with blood and silence. Isha Malhotra and Vikrant Oberoi are two broken souls shaped by betrayal, loss, and power. She is a heartless doctor with a dangerous secret. He is a ruthless mafia who believes trust is a myth. Forced into an arranged marriage bound by their families' past, neither of them wants this union. They enter the marriage with cold hearts and deadly secrets. But when enemies rise, past betrayals resurface, and truths threaten to destroy everything, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. What happens when a hacker who fears love marries a man who doesn't believe in it? Will their marriage become their greatest weapon... or their ultimate downfall? A mafia romance filled with secrets, power, betrayal, and slow-burn love.

🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷

When fierce and disciplined IPS officer Devyansh Oberoi agrees to an arranged marriage with the bubbly, stubborn, and innocent Khushi Gupta, he expects a quiet domestic life-nothing that could threaten his rigid world of law and justice. What he doesn't expect is to fall for her completely. As Khushi slowly carves a place in his guarded heart with her laughter, warmth, and mischief, Devyansh finds himself torn between his dangerous duties and his growing desire to protect the woman he now calls his. But love doesn't come easy when shadows from the past resurface-bringing crime, betrayal, and a threat closer to home than ever before. From Delhi to Paris and Shimla, their story unfolds in stolen kisses, whispered promises, and the weight of secrets. As bullets fly and masks fall, Khushi must decide how far she's willing to go for love, and Devyansh must face the truth: the greatest battle he'll fight isn't in the line of duty-it's for her. A romance forged in duty, tested by danger, and bound by unbreakable love.

He was her first love. Her first everything. Her last mistake. Back in high school, Rivan was the boy who teased her, tormented her, then vanished without a trace. But he never stopped watching. Never stopped waiting. And never stopped desiring. She waited for him - patiently, foolishly, believing he would return for her. She never saw the truth: He never left. Now, eight years later, she's with someone else. Someone who doesn't see her the way he does. Someone who can't have her the way he does. Rivan can't stand it. He can't let her go. And this time, no amount of distance, no new relationship, no well-meaning fiancé will stop him. He'll tear apart her world. **He will make her remember who she truly belongs to. He will make her see the truth that was always there: She was never meant to love anyone else. He was her first. And he will be her last.** "He'll break her heart, but it will be his hands that put it back together." "She was always his... and she'll never escape again." "No one else could ever take her place. He won't let them." "She thought she moved on. He'll make her regret that."

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

"I will give you the amount you name and in return your daughter will be mine" he said, grabbing my wrist in a tight grip, causing me intense pain. But it was nothing in front of the pain I was feeling emotionally. He is trying to buy me as if I am a thing. What does he take me as? "Fine, she's yours from now on" my father said shattering me in pieces. He never treated me like his daughter. Always beat the shit out of me for little little things. I endured all this silently without any complaints. But the pain he gave me today, I was now unable to be strong. I broke in cries. He dragged me towards his car and settled inside. I was continuously crying, trying to get myself free from him and begging him to let me go. But nothing seemed to work on him. He turned towards me and left my hand which had the marks of his grip and was hurting really bad. He cupped my face and said "Doll, listen to me. I mean no harm to you. But you have to be a good girl, hmm? Will you be?" He was trying to sound as soft as he could, but couldn't. Scaring me more. ****************************************************** VIVAN SHEKHAWAT, 25 years old. A name that screams fear. The king of the underworld and a top womanizer. Doesn't believe in love anymore because of getting cheated on by his ex-girlfriend. SIYA SINGH, a 18 years old pure soul. A name that shows purity and innocence. An orphan who got adopted later on just to be treated as an unpaid maid. She literally begged her adoptive father for basic rights like education. Got beaten up but eventually her father agreed on the condition of her doing household chores completely. What will happen when she will be sold to the one whom she fears with her life? What will happen when he will see the most beautiful girl he has ever seen or better say he ever cared for, doing nothing for attracting him but just passing by him? Witness the story of his passionate love for her and her developing feelings for him in DARKLY OBSESSED WITH HER.

_____________________________________ ✨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 WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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!!

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+