"𝑴𝑶𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑵 𝑲𝑶 𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑯𝑨𝑨𝒀𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝒀𝑰 𝑹𝑬, 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑲𝑰 𝑪𝑯𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰, 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰-𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰" ________________________________ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏... 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... "𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂" - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒊... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. ________________________________ "𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑮𝑬"... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆- "𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆" 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔. 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅... 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ________________________________

Story of a village couple of 1980s. Main iss dudh ko tab hi piyunga jab isse tum pilaogi." He said with playful smirk on his face. "Pila hi to rahi hu, ab aur kaise pilaun?" I wanted to say this but chose otherwise. I brought the glass towards his lips but he stopped me by grabbing my hand, I stared at him only to meet his predatory gaze, he leaned foreword before saying those words which drained all colour of my face, "Mujhe yeh dudh tumhare hathon se nahi, hothon se pina hai...." This is a story of a man and a woman who tied in a knot of marriage. Prathna always prayed to God for a loving husband, even though she knew it wasn't that easy in this world where people see women not more than burden, the world where marriage is just a responsibility but a pure bond of love and care for each other. Let's see, will she find the man of her dream or her story will remain same as others. Warning ⚠️ Adult content(18+) Domestic violence And lots of smut

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and forgotten by her own family. She lives like an invisible person in her own house, someone who just simply exists but is never truly noticed. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

an arranged marriage set up in 1970's.. an Indian marriage story of shravanya sethi and vedansh Thakur. tropes :- arranged marriage age gap (7 years) old school love dominant ML X innocent FL patriarchal mindset adult themes happy ending

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

she called him a Monster. he made her his bride. Meher Talwar - a brilliant, unapologetic criminal psychologist with sharp words and a sharper sense of justice. Fierce, feminist, and absolutely unforgiving. Especially toward men like him. Abeer Singh Rawal - tainted by a crime that made national headlines. He didn't defend himself. He didn't speak a word. But when Meher's viral speech turns the nation further against him, he demands only one thing in return - her. Not her apology. Not her silence. But her bound with him. --- This book contain mature content and language Like assault , sexual proximity, violence etc.

His love became her biggest curse in the world. She thought when somebody is in love, the other person's happiness matters the most to that person but her innocence became her biggest enemy. He was the owner of Khurana companies owning the wealth earned by his father and chachu. The person he loves and respects the most in the world is his chachi. He was the reason why people started fearing Khuranas. His brain worked like a devil with his devilish looks. His dark eyes observe the littlest details in his surroundings. He earned the name of the devil for himself. She was the definition of an angel with her innocence and beauty. Her heart is pure as an angel and her brain innocent as a child. She was the heart of her family. She never believed in darkness and attracted the devil himself towards her. The devil never wants a single male to look at her the way, he looks at her. He never thought he could ever feel love ever in his life but everything changed when his eyes fall on her. His obsession, his possession, his soulmate, his angel, his babydoll.

𝒁𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏 - calm, brilliant, yet detached. The perfect blend of Zayden's intensity and Arshiya's quiet grace. He hides his emotions behind his father's charm and his mother's patience, but there's something burning behind those composed eyes - a secret only he knows. 𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒂 - soft, shy, and quietly innocent. She carries her mother's gentleness and her father's silent strength. She doesn't speak much, yet her eyes reflect a world full of emotions she keeps to herself. She dreams simply, loves deeply... and the one person she was never meant to fall for was Zain. What begins as an unexpected connection between two families' legacies slowly turns into something far more intense... where emotions clash, secrets unfold, and love becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

The story unfolds the sweet tender moments of Rishabh and Paridhi, how their love blossoms, during and after their (arranged love) marriage. Paridhi is a sweet and kind soul, the perfect sanskari girl, shy and polite, she is 24 and working as a graphic designer. Rishabh is the average nerdy guy, an architect and someone who never in his life of 27 years had a girlfriend but always manifested a loving partner. How will these two shy and introverted souls carry their marriage and what will be their story? To know more follow "Dheere Dheere Se" _________________________________________ Rishabh carried me towards the bed and slowly placed our bodies without breaking the contact. "This was a little difficult to do" he said breathlessly. I giggled and asked "who asked you to carry me all the way round then?" Sliding next to me he spoke "You always told me about your book men who carry their women, I wanted to try the same with my woman" I couldn't stop the huge grin that took over my face and pecked on his lips, pulling my body over him. Looking at my amused face he asked "what?" "Nothing. You're just adorable" I said playing with his fluffy hair, halfly lying on his body. "Am I?" He asked teasingly "Umm-hmm" Our eyes locked together, and he brought his head upwards towards me while I captured his lips with mine. Longing, desperation, tiredness all turned into warmth, coziness and us. He rolled our bodies together and I was in the bed now while he topped me. I was waiting for him to make the move. My breath getting heavier, it was a long day, a long week actually exhaustion, sleepless nights and overworking but I was so prepared for him to devour me like the day after that movie. Instead Rishabh kissed my forehead. "I know you're tired, we don't have to do it now" saying he scooted on his side. He took my hands into his and threaded them together and we fell into a peaceful silence in each other's presence.