✮⋆˙𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧✮⋆˙ ✮⋆˙𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐥 "✮⋆˙

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)

"Ye ishq nahi aasan... ek aag ka dariya hai," she said softly, her gaze locked on his face. The night was silent around them, as if the world had paused just to listen. A faint, fragile smile touched her lips, while her eyes glistened with emotions she couldn't hold back-fear, love, and surrender all tangled together. "Agar sangini Aap rahogi," he replied, his voice calm yet resolute, as he lifted both his hands and gently cupped her cheeks, "toh is ssg ke dariye ko bhi paar kar hsm sath par kar lenge" His thumbs brushed away the moisture gathering near her eyes. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead-protective. "Ek baat kahein?" she asked hesitantly, her fingers curling into his shirt as if she needed his presence to stay steady. He nodded, pulling her just a little closer, silently telling her that she could say anything to him. "Aaj raat... hum aapke hona chahte hain, Rans ji. har tareeke se," she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart racing wildly against her ribs. The words left her lips like a confession. She took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips-timid, yet full of longing. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly, his arms sliding around her waist, drawing her into the safety of his embrace. His forehead rested against hers, giving her space to breathe, to decide. "More than sure," she whispered back against his lips, her breath warm...

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧. *:･----✧----*:･ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞: The Dominant and Powerful King who reigns over both the legitimate business world and the shadows of the Mafia. As the leader of his family and company, he carries himself with an air of confidence and control. His sharp features, including piercing eyes and a strong jawline, enhance his intimidating demeanor. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞: A petite and elegant medical student, possessing an undeniable charm that captivates everyone around her. Despite being adored by everyone and regarded as a queen in her own right, she remains incredibly sweet and humble. Her husband is utterly obsessed with her, enchanted by her every move and utterly devoted to her happiness. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ @typinchapters ᴏɴ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ.

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Business Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀.

He looked like a savior but came to ruin her. Viraj Oberoi was a man born of blood and power, the kind of man whose name alone could make entire empires bow. A master of deception, he wore masks better than he wore his own face. For him, lies were not just weapons... they were survival. And this time, his mask was a perfect gentleman. Shanvika Rawat was everything fierce, independent, and unyielding. She didn't bow to anyone. When she became the private tutor of Viraj Oberoi's daughter, she had no idea she had walked straight into the lion's den. Viraj only needed one thing from her...a proof that could destroy him. But the longer he watched her smile, the longer he listened to her fearless words, the longer he breathed in her presence...the more the mission turned into obsession. He was saving her body, just so he could claim her soul. Their bond grew under the roof of his mansion... a slow burn of tension, desire, and danger. Shanvika should have stayed away. She should have run the moment she saw the hunger in his eyes But she couldn't. Because Viraj didn't just want her truth anymore. He wanted her... mind, body, and soul. And this time, his mask wouldn't save her.

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. she has voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross. But Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession. And obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

Love & Passion (LP) : Book Two "He forged their fate to claiming her as his own ,regardless of anyone's approval, now they are bound as one for all eternity" ~#nishan "They were a clash of stars, never meant to align, yet fate's hand forced their orbits together" ~#amarta