𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

JJK :- "You Surely Want To Marry Me Kim...?" TAE :-"100% Sure Jeon..." JJK:- "I'm Just A Heartless Enigma" TAE:- "You Are Not Heartless Enigma. You Are This Omega Jeon Taehyung's Enigma..." ⬆️ KOOK ⬇️ TAE Male Pregnancy Omegaverse Dark Romance (maybe) Obsessed and possessive Top and bottom for each other whipped Top Sweet bottom Cross Dressing Death murder . . I Do Not Own Any Idol Any Pictures Besides My Stories If you Don't like my ff then leave from here

Because of family pressure, cold heart 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 and little space 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 get married. 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: Don't ever expect 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 from me. I don't want this 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 and I will 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠: it's okay hus...band 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: I just 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 taehyung . . . 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: talk to me 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲... I can't live without your 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. I am 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. I will never scold you again I will never school you again. If I ever do you can ask for 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 - but please ... 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. Please talk to me. ⬆️ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⬇️ 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 ✦ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐄𝐎 × 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ✦ [Story contains]⚠️ #love #possisness #slowburn #littlebitangst #taekook #bl #forcedmarriage #littlespace ⚠️ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ✦ This work is written and created by @fiction_by_bratybaby Please don't copy or repost.

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

🖤 Genre: Dark Desi Erotic Romance 💢 Vibe: Hate-marriage | Enemies-to-lovers | Powerplay | Smut-laced emotional unraveling 🏛️ Setting: New Delhi - elite corridors, government bungalows, high society scandal Tara Sen - She's the rebellious, spoilt daughter of a powerful IAS officer -~ wild, untamed, and unapologetically herself. Ishan Maitra - He's a young, cold, righteous IAS officer - disciplined, strict, and bound by tradition. Forced into a marriage neither wanted, their worlds collide with fiery resentment and sizzling desire. She mocks tradition; he enforces it. She dresses to provoke; he preaches restraint. But every argument ends with bruising kisses and lingering glances and desperate hungry nights that neither can resist. He ruled the law. She broke every one. Then they were bound by the one law neither could escape - marriage. 🥇#1- IAS 🥇#1- Aristocrat 🥇#1- Hot husband 🥇#1- Strong 🥉#3- Lead ⚠️ Disclaimer: If you're looking for tea and polite kisses, move along. This story serves heavy-duty smut with zero apologies - think tangled sheets, savage desire, and a wife who's too hot to handle. Prepare to blush, swoon, and question all your life choices. You've been warned. 😈🔥 For the brave only. 🔥💋

A simple, plain fictional love story! • Obsessed male lead • Possesive • age gap • marriage

🥀 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 🦋 "In the game of power, love is the deadliest trap." ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 This is a tale where every limit of friendship is crossed and every boundary of love is rewritten. It is the story of a boy who will teach her how to fall... and a girl who will show her own soul what it means to be worthy. One will make you fall in love. The other will make you realize your self-worth. ✨💗 ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⚔️ 𝐇𝐄 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛ENDING 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐑 He is the king of his own world. Cold, rude, and a workaholic whose heart is made of stone until it beats for her. To the world, he is a storm; to her, he is utterly helpless. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 Born a Princess, but crowned a Queen by her family. She is cryptic, a sensible soul with the temper of an Angry Bird and a heart shielded by iron walls. Protective, fierce, and beautiful-but she has one rule: She does not trust a man. ◍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 🗝️ The Past: A chain that refuses to break. The Trust: A glass mirror already shattered. The Question: Will they overcome the shadows of their history, or will they remain prisoners of their own secrets? Will he be the one to heal her trust, or will the past burn them both to ashes? ◍ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓: ✨ Intense Romance | 🤝 Limitless Friendship | 🩸 Deep Secrets | 🦋 Self-Discovery

Sita thought marriage would finally give her peace. And for a while, it did. Charvik was everything she never expected gentle, patient, dangerously devoted. The kind of husband who memorized the way she took her tea, who noticed nightmares she never spoke about, who loved her so carefully it almost made her forget the blood still staining her memories. Then Prarambh walked back into her life. The man she once trusted before one horrifying night destroyed everything. The man tied to the Russian Bratva. The man who still looks at her like she belongs to a story he never finished. Now buried truths begin clawing their way to the surface: a dead tale and a secret powerful enough to start a war between empires built in shadows. But while Sita is trying to survive her past her husband and the ghost from it are silently preparing for battle. One protects by building empires. The other protects by burning them down. And somewhere between love, guilt, obsession, and violence Sita must decide which kind of monster is more dangerous: the one standing in the dark... or the one holding her gently in the light. And somewhat between prarambh obsessed with the sister of man she he despite. Prisha was everything he should have stay away from. Because she was the girl some known source hired her to keep eyes on him between the sneak and peak. Prarambh end up becoming her replaced groom... Two couples that will end in only own twisted plot leave you to question every character.