𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Taran Saxena 26 Working in A Bank, from a Village, gets arranged marriage to Pallavi who is 20 years old ! (1990s time period). Taran Fights with the Patriarchy system when he witnesses his Wife suffering from it, He fights with his Family for her, He Gets Cursed for her, He Curse people For her ! He Makes her Strong, They grow Together in their marriage, They Learn, They Respect each other and the Old 90s Romance is what you will enjoy the most ❤️ You will Not only fall for Pallavi's Piya, but also for Pallavi too, as she might be a Relatable character to many. I promise it will be worth it to read the book ❤️ (Book started in 13 May 2025, completed on around august - sept 2025) Copyright :- this is my original work and this Shouldn't be Copied by anyone not a Bit of it, or else I can take actions against the one who will do it. #rank 2 Arrange marriage #rank 4 Indian #Rank 80 Romance #rank 6 Village #rank 10 1990s #rank 18 India #rank 20 Indian #rank 30 India #rank 18. indian #20 Rank India #4 Rank Arrange marriage #10 rank Romance #romance rank 18 #indian #india #desi #1 Rank India #3 Rank Indian #15 Rank Romance #2 Rank India #Indian 4 #3 Romance #4 India #10 Romance #4 ArrangeMarriage #2 Husbandandwife #3 Romance #2 Indian #1 India #2 India #3 Indian #4 Romance #2 Romance #Indian 1 #2 India #3 indian #4 Romance #7 Village #3 romcom #2 In India #10 Romance #3 Romance #4 Arrangedmarriage

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

In a world where power is everything, love is the deadliest illusion. She was meant to be nothing more than a pawn-a daughter who smiled on command, a woman who played her role. But behind her delicate façade lies a storm waiting to break. He took everything from her. Now, she will take it all back, piece by piece, until his empire is nothing but ashes. He was never meant to belong. An outsider, a bastard, a man they all overlooked. But he watched. He learned. And when he found her, the girl from his past-the only light in his darkness-he vowed she would be his. A marriage that was never meant to be. A game where trust is a myth, and betrayal is inevitable. She thinks she's in control. She doesn't realize-she's always been his to ruin... or to protect. When the masks fall and the knives come out... Who will truly win?

Suddenly the door to the closet opened and Vivaan stepped inside ruffling his hairs, sighing. He looked up and stared at me. "What?" His hard voice echoes on the silent atmosphere. "Why haven't you changed yet?" His voice goes rough suddenly. "Are you waiting for me to take off your clothes and provide you with the pleasure of our first night" Hearing him my eyes go wide. ☘☘☘ When only pain remains, will your heart skip a beat? She was ready to heal his broken soul because she knew that behind the façade of his Nightmare self, he was just a broken person trying to survive battles of his haunted past. But what she didn't knew that there was a lot more pain she has to suffer in her journey. Maybe pain was what that bonded them together ☘︎☘︎☘︎ • book one in the billionaire's obsession series ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀs sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆. "𝘏-𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮-𝘮𝘦? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴" I looked at him with eyes full of disappointment. The man with broad shoulders and a 6ft. height was standing infront of her with a smirk on his lips giving the exact same villain vibes or maybe he is a villain?? "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘩𝘢 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘢 𝘫𝘺𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪?? 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘶𝘢 kaira 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢" the game for him has finally began. (Oh kiddo is it hurting too much?? but the game hasn't even been stated yet kaira Malhotra)

Only one inches, habibti?" His breath warmed her cheek, carrying the metallic tang of his own blood. "After all those pretty threats, I expected you to aim for the heart."

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice. " No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan. " Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly and she looked at her father innocently, her eyes full of tears. " I'm not lying Dad. We were drunk and it just happened." She cried and her brothers glared at Vihaan. " STOP LYING....." He roared and looked at his Aunt Diya who gave him a helpless look. " Aunty, you know me. Please tell them that I could never do such a thing." Vihaan begged his aunt, who caressed his cheek, wiping the tear that just slipped from his eye. " I'm sorry Vihaan. I trust you my child but her defence is strong." Diya whispered painfully. " I want Vihaan to marry my daughter dear Queen." Requested her father and Diya nodded unable to say anything. He just sat there unmoved and filled with rage. " KANVI MITTAL, mark my words, you might be dreaming of a happy marriage whose foundation is lies, but I'll make sure that you feel lonely and unhappy even after being surrounded by many," Vihaan whispered soundlessly and marched out of the Mittal Mansion. He was humiliated for something he didn't do and she is in search of something which he can never be able to. She saw his past, but will she change his future being in his present? Join the journey of Kanvi And Vihaan where it's a forced marriage for one and a love marriage for another.