When Shreya's brother's wedding brings laughter, colors, and celebration into her home, she never expects danger to walk through the same doors. But the night she falls-quite literally-into the arms of Rudra, her world changes forever. Rudra isn't just a guest. He's the ruthless mafia king her family owes a debt to. Cold, powerful, and feared by all-except by the girl who dares to look into his eyes. For Rudra, it was obsession at first sight. For Shreya, it was the beginning of her ruin. Now, bound by a debt her family cannot repay, she is caught in a dangerous dance between fear and desire, innocence and obsession, light and shadow. And Rudra will stop at nothing to claim what fate has placed in his arms. Because in his world, love isn't gentle-it's Junoon

"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 💌

[ THIS STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED ] #3-Siblings #5-Royal #1-Indian-family #1- Royal-love Rudransh Singh Rathore, aka "RSR (Leo) ," is the feared underworld mafia king. With four brothers by his side, he's unstoppable. But beneath his tough exterior lies a heart that beats only for his brothers. Ruhanika Singhania, daughter of a wealthy businessman, is a pure and innocent soul. Unaware of the darkness that lurks in the world, she's a ray of sunshine in a world of shadows. When fate brings them together in an unexpected twist, Ruhanika finds herself arranged married to Rudransh! As she navigates her new life with the mafia king and his brothers, Ruhanika's kindness and love begin to chip away at their cold, hardened hearts. But will she be able to handle the darkness that surrounds them? Join Ruhanika and Rudransh on a journey of love, family, and self-discovery! *Genre:* Indian FF, Romance, Drama, Mafia *Warning:* Mature themes, strong language, and violence.

Have you ever picked something from the road. If yes , then what ? Coins? Jewellery? Flower? Leaf? But He Picked A BRIDE From Road. A cute love story is here to claim a place in your hearts. For all the ones , who once thought to fall in love with a stranger . A desi Indian Story which would make you tickle with cuteness , purity and calm you down after the hectic day. I'm sure you are ready to get butterflies in your stomach 😉 __________________________________ A look from inside 💠 " Shivya , that's not a problem. I mean you can call him Aeji , Oji , Suno ji-" His friend said " Kaho ji " I too got in the moving train and then we both bursted in laughter. O shiv ji , look at this man . Khadus ke chehre pe hasi hi nahi ati. Itna akad ke kahan Jana he ise.

His Forever - A Story of Obsession, Passion, and an Unbreakable Bond Isha never imagined that a simple wedding proposal would turn her life upside down. Married to Abhimanyu Rathore-a man feared by the world but devoted only to her-she steps into a life filled with luxury, love, and an intensity she never expected. Abhimanyu is possessive, obsessive, and dangerously in love with his innocent wife. He hides his dark world from her, shielding her from the truth, but his love for her knows no limits. He wants her completely-mind, body, and soul. As their marriage progresses, Isha finds herself drawn to her husband's fierce love, his protective nature, and the way he worships her. But as she starts noticing his obsessive tendencies, will she see it as passionate love, or will she fear the man she has given her heart to? A slow-burn, intense romance filled with passion, obsession, and undeniable chemistry-she belongs to him, and he will make sure she knows it.

This story based on our most fav couple abhira ❤

_____________________________________ ✨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!!

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

Book 2 of Series Phool Kumari is a 17 years old girl who was once a maid in a wealthy household, but now she lives in a college hostel. She is running away from someone-or something. Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal.