❝When vows are shattered, redemption is the only way❞ Adyant ᥫ᭡veda 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: - Marriage of convenience - She fell first, he fell harder - Age gap - Slow-burn - Hard-core angst - Second chance romance - Groveling

Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years her senior, who was once destined to be her brother-in-law, fate has woven their lives together. The gentle, timid girl finds herself entangled with the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt Ltd-a man driven by ambition, with little regard for love and relationships, and hailing from a complex and traditional royal family. Will fate pave the way for their connection, or will they remain trapped in a sterile, loveless union? Can a man known for his dominant demeanor ever yield to a soft-hearted girl, completely unaware of the harsh realities that life holds? #3 in marriage - 23-08-25 #4 in India - 28-8-2025

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.

"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?

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.

Abhishek 🤍 Anya Abhishek Singh, a cold and powerful businessman, trusts only money and family. Anya Kumar, a quiet and kind PG student, lives a simple life rooted in love. Their worlds are poles apart-until fate brings them together in the most unexpected way. City boy & Village girl ABHISHEK SINGH (29) CEO Of SM company. Rude , Cold behaviour , Rich , Money and wealth is important for him.Loves his family so much. FAMILY MOM - SUMITHA SINGH (50) DAD - ABHIRAAM SINGH (55) YONGER SIBLINGS ( TWINS) - *ABHIDHANYA SINGH (20) AND *ABHINAV SINGH. (20) GRANDFATHER - ABHIJEET SINGH (73) GRANDMOTHER - SAVITHRI SINGH (70) BESTFRIEND - RAHUL CHAITHY AND VINOD SHARMA FEMALE LEAD ANYA KUMAR (21), PG student Kind , Introvert , Middle Class Family , Loves her family so much. FAMILY MOM - ARUNIMA KUMAR (50) DAD - DEV KUMAR (53) YONGER BROTHER - AKASH KUMAR (17) ELDER BROTHER - AADHI KUMAR (28) #1 🏅 latest - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 accidental - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 top 10 - 19/10/2025 #1 🏅 unexpected - 19/02/2026 #1 🏅 husband - 22/02/2026

✦ The Sinful Vows ✦ ❝ 🔥 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 🔥 ❞ 💔 Arohi Verma never imagined that her life would be reduced to a bargaining chip. But when she is forced into a ruthless marriage, she finds herself bound to Rudra Singh Rathore-the most feared and untouchable mafia king in Mumbai. 💀 Cold-blooded. Merciless. Powerful beyond limits. 🔥 Rudra is a man who does not forgive... and Arohi's family has committed the ultimate sin. Now, she will pay the price. 🕊️ To him, she is nothing more than a pawn-one he will break, own, and mold into submission. 🌹 But Arohi is not the fragile flower he expected. Behind her innocent eyes burns a fire strong enough to scorch him. ⚔ She fears him. He hates her. But the more he tries to break her, the more she tempts the monster inside him. 💣 And when the line between hate and obsession blurs... there will be 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. ❝ 🔥 "You were forced to be my bride. But make no mistake... now, you are mine." 🔥 ❞

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

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