"I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

An accidental marriage ✨🥀 In a world where family honor outweighs personal choice, Maithili Sharma, an innocent and loving village girl, is forced to flee from a life she never wanted, leaving behind everything familiar. Gentle at heart and quietly strong, she faces every hardship with grace and unwavering kindness. When an accidental marriage changes her fate, she accepts it wholeheartedly, hoping for a future she can finally call her own. Meanwhile, Advik Goenka, who was slowly falling for his girlfriend -Arya, finds himself caught in the cruel hands of fate. One thing he knows for sure-he'll never fall for girl he married in accident. Yet Maithili, with all her love and innocence, can't help but fall for him, risking her heart and knowing she might get burned. A single wedding chain, blessed in a temple, becomes a silent thread connecting two lives destined to cross, testing courage, love, and the meaning of true freedom. Will fate bring them together, or will the chains of society and tradition keep them apart forever? She fell first. He fell harder.🥀 Read the story to find out ✨✨

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

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 ✨✨

#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

"I want a divorce, Evyavaan." "What did you say?" he growled. "I want you to divorce me, Evyavaan," she repeated, though her resolve faltered. "I dare you," he said through gritted teeth. "Say that again." "There is no divorce happening, darling." he said, eyes raging. "You think you get to decide this alone?" He seethed. "From the very first day, I have been nothing but patient with you. But it seems like you mistook my patience for weakness." Anvika Khanna, the only daughter of the Khanna family, had everything. Protected by three overprotective brothers, her life was nothing short of a fairytale. She was living her dream until a single incident flipped her entire world upside down. Writing became her escape. Under a pen name, away from her family name and legacy, she created a different world. And then came the marriage. A marriage she used to escape her reality, from the eys on her family, to Evyavaan Malhotra. Evyavaan Malhotra, India's leading business tycoon, carries his family legacy effortlessly. Once the sunshine eldest of the Malhotra family, he is now dominant, intense, and dangerously possessive. He believes that once something is his, letting go is not an option. A marriage bound by obligation and family pressure ties him to her. But now, he is not ready to let her go, when all she wants is to end this marriage. He would burn the world before letting Anvika disappear from his life. What begins as obligation turns into obsession. What was orchestrated as an escape starts feeling like home. And the screams she never voiced begin to echo in ways neither of them expected. The Silent Screams is a dark, slow-burn romance about suppressed trauma, possessive love, and healing that doesn't come gently but fiercely. •~•~•~•~• It's a standalone novel! This book contains content intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright © - This story is a work of fiction and belongs to me. Do not copy or repost without pe

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

The torches along the passage hissed in the wind. She turned from him, the rustle of her silk echoing louder than any sword-drawn threat he had ever faced. He did not move at first. Her steps echoed down the corridor, every sound a declaration that she would not turn back. Then his hand found hers-only for a heartbeat, but it was enough. The air between them stilled, thick with the pull neither of them had words for. She drew in a breath to speak, to command distance again, but he moved closer instead, the space narrowing until the cold marble at her back caught the edge of her veil. His voice dropped, not harsh but heavy with the weight of what he had never learned to say. "हमें क्षमा कर दीजिए," he said, each word measured. "नफ़रत निभाना आसान था... मगर यह खामोशी-यह हमें अंदर से तोड़ रही है।" He who had never knelt to kings or storms now found himself humbled before the woman he once called enemy.

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

"Kanya ki maang me sindoor bhare," the priest said solemnly, his eyes moving between the bride and the groom. As those words echoed through the sacred space, a strange heaviness settled in Nisha's heart. In that single moment, she realized the truth-this man standing beside her was now her home, her family, her entire world. She belonged to him now, because there was no one else left for her in this world. No parents, no shelter, no one to call her own. She was paying the price for a mistake she had never committed. Bearing the punishment for a sin she had never even imagined. Fate had been cruel, unfair, and merciless with her. Her hands trembled beneath the red bridal cloth as silent tears burned in her eyes. The weight of the moment pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Every ritual felt less like a celebration and more like a chain binding her to a destiny she had never chosen. Just then, she felt a sudden movement. Strong fingers gently lifted her veil. Her breath caught as her world shifted. The man before her-Uday Singh Rana-was now her husband. She raised her eyes slowly, her heart pounding uncontrollably. This unfamiliar face, this stranger, was now the person she would have to live with, trust, and call her own. Fear and uncertainty swirled within her, but there was no way back. The past was already buried, and the future had been decided without her consent. As their eyes met for the first time, Nisha knew one thing for certain-her life had changed forever. SOME DIALOGUES ARE IN HINDI,WITH NO TRANSACTION IN ENGLISH!!✋🏻💥🔗