marriage never meant to happen. A husband who refuses to accept it. When a wedding collapses at the mandap, Ishita Khanna is forced to replace her runaway sister and marry Aarav Malhotra-a strict university professor bound by family pride and political pressure. For Aarav, the marriage is a secret, a burden he wants erased from his life. For Ishita, it becomes a silent prison. Living under one roof yet worlds apart, Ishita must hide her identity while Aarav ensures no one ever knows she is his wife. In classrooms, he is her professor. At home, a stranger she is bound to. In a world ruled by control, silence, and unspoken rules, what happens when a forced marriage begins to crack the walls of power, ego, and denial? Because some relationships aren't born out of love- they are survived.

1990s. A village where fear wears the face of tradition. He is the Sarpanch-powerful, ruthless, unquestioned. Men bow. Women lower their eyes. No one dares to speak against him. She enters his house behind a ghoonghat, her name fading the moment she becomes the Sarpanch's wife. In this village, a woman's silence is praised, her suffering is normal, and her consent is never asked for. Inside the walls of authority and customs, control replaces affection. Nights are heavy. Days are lonelier. Every step she takes is watched, every breath measured by rules written by men long before her. This is not a love story. It is the story of ownership disguised as marriage, of power mistaken for respect, and of a woman trapped between fear and survival. Because in some villages, being a wife is not a role. It is a sentence The Sarpanch's Wife is a raw village tale of power, patriarchy, suppressed emotions, and a woman's journey from silence to self-realization. In Bhairavpur, men rule the land- but this story is about the woman who learns to rule herself.

Three brothers. Three marriages. And a house where love is a liability. Rishabh Oberoi is power in its most brutal form-cold, ruthless, and feared beyond the boundaries of the law. He rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an iron will. Emotions are weaknesses he refuses to entertain-except when it comes to his children. His wife, however, earns nothing but his hatred. There is a reason behind his cruelty, a past twisted by lies he refuses to question. Ishika Mehra Oberoi, twenty-four, fragile and heartbreakingly silent, survives in a marriage built on resentment. She smiles to hide her pain, obeys to protect herself, and carries wounds no one sees. Her silence is mistaken for guilt, her softness for weakness. But endurance has a limit-and when hers breaks, the damage will be irreversible. If Rishabh is fire, Veer Oberoi is ice. Calculated, controlled, and emotionally distant, he runs empires without ever raising his voice. Married by force, he keeps his wife at arm's length, believing detachment is safety. Advika Sharma Oberoi, a doctor with a sharp mind and a fearless tongue, refuses to fade into the background. Forced into marriage yet choosing love, she challenges Veer's silence, determined to reach the man hiding behind it-even if it costs her heart. Then there is Yuvaan Oberoi-reckless, charming, and dangerously unpredictable. A biker boy by day, a secret assassin by night, he hides darkness behind laughter and chaos. And Ipshita Bansal, a psychologist who sees through masks too easily. Savage, observant, and unafraid of truth, she notices the cracks Yuvaan works so hard to hide. Their collision is volatile-two sharp minds circling secrets that could destroy them both. Three couples. Three different kinds of darkness. A marriage built on hatred. A love trapped in silence. And a connection forged in danger. In the Oberoi world, love is not gentle-it is a storm. enter at your own risk. story contains gore abuse,both mental and physical abuse.

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Lahari is a calm and gentle physiotherapist, who treats every patient with patience and care. For her, classical dance is more than art-it's her medicine, her escape, her joy, yet hides feelings she cannot fully understand. Vikram Malhotra is calm, responsible, and always puts his family first. Vikram and Lahari were always apart, but something unspoken connects them. Through family ties-and some unexpected twist of fate-they are brought together in a way neither imagined. Their hearts start to beat in ways they cannot fully understand. Through quiet glances, small moments, and unspoken feelings, emotions awaken-tender, confusing, and impossible to ignore. Can their hearts find each other, or will silence win? A story of love, longing, family bonds, and the invisible thread that pulls two hearts together.

Married to brilliant surgeon Ciaran Wilson, the man who once stood in pouring rain just to drive her home, Leah spends her nights with cold dinners and broken promises while he saves lives at the hospital. Leah faces a heartbreaking question: how long can Madame keep waiting for a husband who no longer chooses her?

Two broken souls healing each other with a love they thought they had lost...

As u all know by the title the story consists of a Lawyer and a doctor. Their medical and lawful love A gavel and A sthetoscope.. *

Sound of Forever was about promises, marriage, and a love that found its way through destiny. This sequel is about what comes after forever. Years have passed, families have grown, and the once-young couple now stand as pillars of a world built on love, sacrifice, and togetherness. But every legacy has new stories waiting to be told-stories of the siblings who grew up in the shadow of that love, bound by blood, chaos, laughter, and unbreakable bonds. This is a tale of siblings who fight, protect, tease, and love each other fiercely, of a family where emotions run deep and silences speak louder than words. Between midnight conversations, unspoken pain, childhood memories, and responsibilities that come too soon, each character begins a journey of self-discovery. And somewhere between family dinners, old wounds, and heartfelt moments... love finds its way in. Soft, slow, unexpected love-tested by past scars, family expectations, and the fear of losing what already feels like home. This story is not just about romance. It's about family first, love later, and forever in between.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨