"He married her to punish her... not to love her." She was innocent - the daughter of the man who ruined his life. He was everything her father feared: powerful, vengeful, and morally grey. Trapped in a forced marriage, she thought she'd find a way to melt the monster behind his eyes. But he had no heart to give... only cold rage and secrets darker than the night. She wanted love. He wanted revenge. But sometimes, when fire meets innocence - the real war begins behind closed doors. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and twisted fate. 18+ | Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Violence, Forced Marriage! Ur writer -- Anvi writes___

They were strangers bound by an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. She, a quiet dreamer who had secretly loved him for years. He, a pragmatic man who saw marriage as an obligation, not an emotion. For two years, they lived as roommates - her world revolving around him, and his life quietly orbiting her without realizing it. Until one night, a phone call could have changed everything - if only he had picked up. That night changed her. The woman who once waited for love now wanted freedom. But by the time he finally saw what she meant to him... she was already gone. And some mistakes take years to heal - even if love never really leaves.

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

_____________________________________ ✨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 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!!

Twenty-one-year-old waitress, Hope, can only dream of living a better life. Keeping her little brother safe is her top priority no matter the cost to her own happiness. So when she meets Caleb, who seems too good to be true, her instinct is to resist - but what if he's the only one who can save her? ***** Hope is struggling to make up for her mother's absence and provide for her six-year-old brother. Enter: Caleb, who comes from money and lives a good life, but can't help feeling like there is something missing. Tired from a long day's work, he stumbles into the small café where Hope works. When fate gives him the opportunity to help his enigmatic waitress, he finds himself in a world where all that matters is saving Hope. But knowing that danger is on the horizon, would Hope let Caleb into her world? Content/trigger warning: This story mentions drug use and addiction. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T.

#BOOK 3 in HATE&LOVE SERIES "𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙠 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙟𝙤, 𝙐𝙨𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙝." ~ 💖 ~ "You can't love a woman like me. A brothel dancer." "Don't you dare define yourself by your past. Tara. I love you." ~ 💖 ~ Tara Sharma is a dancer trapped in the golden cage of a brothel, her life swinging between grace and survival. With every step she takes, she hides a fire-a desperate longing to escape the shadows that chain her. But freedom comes with a price, and Tara knows all too well the risks of dreaming too big in a world that devours the vulnerable. Ekansh Ahlawat isn't your typical politician - he's the man who redefines power with grace. A visionary businessman and the future MLA of Haryana, Ekansh rules his world not through fear, but through respect. Ruthless in ambition, yet grounded in values, he's the kind of leader who believes in earning loyalty, not demanding it. His family, the Ahlawats, is known across Haryana for their dignity, honesty, and quiet strength. Together, they've built not just an empire of influence but a legacy of trust. To Ekansh, love has always been a luxury he never prioritized, a weakness he believed could cloud his clarity. But then came Tara - fierce, unpredictable, and everything his orderly world isn't. She challenges his calm, questions his control, and slowly turns the man who could win any war into someone willing to lose everything for her. Bound by a fake marriage and drawn together by forces they don't understand, their fragile connection begins to unravel under the weight of secrets. What truth about Tara shatters Ekansh's unshakable resolve? Will Tara find the freedom she yearns for, or will Ekansh's world consume her? In a story where nothing is as it seems, can love be the one thing strong enough to defy it all?

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

AARAV YADUVANSHI is the eldest son of one of Asia's most powerful business families. Feared and respected, he's calm on the surface but holds immense power within. Known for his sharp focus and hard work, he's unstoppable. ARADHYA BANSAL, a shy and innocent girl from a wealthy but traditional family, has lived a sheltered life. She always obeys her parents and knows little about the world outside her home. What happens when Aarav, a man who never cared for love, becomes obsessed with Aradhya? When her innocence turns into his deepest craving? And when their worlds collide in a way neither of them could have imagined?

In the bustling school canteen, a shy-hearted girl named Siya gathers every ounce of courage to confess her feelings. Standing before Arsh - the boy she's secretly admired for years - she says, "I like you." But what she receives isn't kindness. It's cruelty. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Who would love an ugly duckling like you?" Years pass. Wounds fade, but scars remain. Fate brings them back together - not as friends, not as strangers - but as an unexpected bride and groom on a wedding day neither of them planned. Her sister ran away, and Siya was forced into the bridal seat... only to be met with Arsh's cold hatred once again. He blames her for everything. But Siya is no longer that timid girl. As secrets from the past resurface - twisted with betrayal, obsession, and buried truths - Siya must choose between being broken again or standing up for herself. And this time... she won't go down without a fight. Join the story to know more about them... Highest ranking: No.1 highschoolcrush on 08/05/2025