Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

My name is Maaya Ahuja. I'm 22, a student, and a secret romance writer. For my dad's birthday, I decided to surprise him. What I didn't expect was to walk in on a murder. The killer? Abhimaan Raizada, my dad's dangerously handsome business partner. Thirty-five. Way too old. Way too powerful. And when I told my father what I saw... he didn't believe me. So I did what any furious girl with a spine and a secret crush would do. I started digging. Looking for proof. And I found it. Then I disappeared. Abhimaan kidnapped me. Now I'm locked away, and the only way I can "communicate" with him is by writing letters - one every day, or else I suffer the consequences. At first, they were filled with rage. Fury. Desperation. But somewhere between the ink and the silence, my words turned into something else. Desire. Need. Sin. And now, I don't know which one of us is more dangerous... him... or me.

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

" Anshi...... " Rudra stepped close, as I took a step back. "I think..." I took a shaky breath, "I think it's time to make everything right... by ending it all." I stepped back, tightening my grip on the revolver. Rudra's eyes widened. "What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just let me talk-" "No!" I whispered. My lips trembled. "I hate you," I said, looking straight into Rudra's eyes. " You're also like others." "No... don't say that. Please... don't." He dropped to his knees in front of me. " I'm sorry for everything, please put the gun down." He begged. My finger tightened on the trigger. My lips curved into something between a smirk and a sob. It's too late rudra. " But this is what you want? Don't you? Yeh hi to chahta tha na tum, Rudraksh Agnihotri?" My voice cracked. "Main mar gye... toh tumhara badla pura ho jaayega?" ( this is what you wanted, right? That I die. And your revenge is fulfilled?) "No... No! I never wanted this!" his voice cracked. "I love you. I love you so much. I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now... please, don't do this. Please." Seeing him, I remembered the time when I begged in front of him, to not push me away. And now he is standing at my place. "I'm ready to fall at your feet, rub my nose there if that's what it takes - but don't, don't pull the trigger." I stood frozen. "You know I love you. I love you so damn much that if you pull that trigger... I swear, I'll shoot myself the next second."

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

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Enemies to lovers "Apna muh band rakho karo mere samne because it's fucking infuriating." He slammed her back against desk. She hissed in pain immediately gripping wooden desk between her fist and pressing herself into it because he was leaning closer her face more. Extremely close more than her liking "Toh mat kiya karen mere sath baat I don't ask to speak to me." She spoke bluntly avoid any eye-contact with him "And you wonder why your father left." His harsh words made her snap head at him. He didn't move his face and he could see hurt his words has caused in her eyes but he was arrogant enough to not care about it "You deserve it-" He was cut off by slap landing on his right cheek His head tilted and he stayed in that position for seconds processing what she just did. His eyes darken and rage build inside him. There was no regret in her eyes, he has been nothing but asshole to her ever since she come to this college. After whatever he has done to her this slap wasn't even big deal- She wide her eyes when he slammed his lips against hers. She froze for second