Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Married to a man who never wanted her, Kavya learns to live in silence. Siddharth Agnihotri, a cold and powerful CEO, made it clear-this marriage is nothing but a contract. But when she carries his child, everything changes... or does it? Neglected, unseen, and slowly breaking, Kavya begins to lose herself-until the day she stops trying. And that's the day Siddharth finally starts to notice. This is my first time writing something 🥲 Story is mine. Images are all AI. Hope you enjoy reading! Do not hate...I'm sensitive af.

Riya and Kayish were madly in love, so deeply that everyone believed that they would end up in a happy married life. That's how much he loved her. He was very possessive of his property, especially when it comes to his girl. On the other hand, Riya was blindly in love with him. She left her parents because of him, she found her happiness within him and was ready to start a new life but an unexpected tragedy happened in their life that no one could have predicted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She had a good news for him. She was so happy. After all those things that she has been through, finally, their family will be complete. She already waited a whole day and she now she just couldn't wait to share her happiness with him. But just as she was about to tell him, he broke her fragile heart into a million pieces and left her saying it was all just a drama he played with her all along; The marriage which she preached was just another key to win her trust and to fulfill his vengeance. He dumped her that day without knowing that he left a piece of him growing inside her. Does he get the chance to know about his child? What will happen when these two cross their paths in the future? Will they let go off their revenge and ego and hatred to get back their love? Or will it be too late for him to realise his mistake? Read to find out what happens. ; ) P.S: This book was completed on 5th September 2019.

He's 44. She's 25. They say age is just a number. Is it really? ••••• They were never supposed to fall in love, but they did. As their hearts converged, against their will. He was a man defined by his rigid persona, an entity wronged by the past. His sole purpose was to survive in the world where everyone's existence is nothing less than detrimental to your own. Except when it comes to his son, a flicker of hope in his diminished life. The only one whom he loved and lived for. Until it changed when he crosses path with a woman, carrying calmness in her eyes and promises in her words. He wanted to keep her to himself, desired the love which she had immense. The only problem? She was young, way too young.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

Sitting on the edge of the window of her house, she looks at the sky. Dark clouds formed announcing the coming of rain. Finally the rain comes along with her dreadful tears. She opened her amber eyes which screamed BETRAYAL. The memories of pain were flooded in her broken heart . Her thoughts were broken by the screaming of a baby. Wiping her tears she turns to go only promising herself not to drown into her bitter past. ' Coming baby' NOW IT'S HER TURN

"Why did you marry me, Alessandro? I am nothing but a burden to everyone." Anupama says with a trembling voice. Tears are streaming down her rosy chicks. "You are not a burden Cara. You are my wife and mother of our daughter. But before that, you are the strongest woman I have ever seen in my life who has been enduring everything without uttering a word of complaint." Alessandro responds while taking Anupama's quivering form in his arms. He doesn't like it when his Cara cry like that. "From now on you will be facing your enemies in eye to eye and show them that you are not weak anymore. You will avenge everyone who has done wrong with you. But this time you are not alone anymore because I am here with you Amore." Alessandro announces while caressing Anupama's back soothingly. 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 Anupama Sengupta's life has never been easy. From the moment she is born, she has to face the cruelty that revolves around her. Even her own father and grandmother have never taken any liking towards the 25 years old girl. For everyone, she lives the life of a princess because her father is one of the biggest entrepreneurs in India. She has done everything to please her family yet never gets the acknowledgment she deserves. However, her life takes a complete u-turn when one of her father's new business associates ask her hand in marriage. Alessandro Bianchi is a man of few words who has built his business empire in Los Angeles. He is cruel and merciless towards his enemies. People refer to him as 'the Lucifer of the business world' as he can do anything to get the deals of his liking. He is raised in an orphanage in Italy and doesn't have any biological family of his own. So, the concept of family or relation has no place in his life. However, when this 32 years old billionaire's eyes caught the sight of an Indian beauty with deep pain in her eyes he vows to make her his at any cost. (UNDER EDITING)

Hate or Love, You're Mine A rainy night. Two strangers. A stolen kiss. And then, they parted ways... or so they thought. When heartbroken billionaire Ronit Kapoor and sweet, beautiful photographer Ridhima Khanna cross paths under the stormy sky, destiny sets the stage for an unforgettable romance. But fate isn't done with them yet. They meet again-as boss and employee. Sparks fly, love blossoms, and Ronit begins to trust again. From breathtaking dates to passionate kisses, their love story unfolds like a dream. But dreams shatter too. CLICK. CLICK. PRINT. A headline explodes across the media: "Heartbroken Ronit Kapoor-In Love or Just Another Publicity Stunt?" Ronit's world crumbles. He had given love a second chance, but now, betrayal stares him in the face. Was this all Ridhima's plan? Or is someone else pulling the strings, plotting to tear them apart? Amidst love, heartbreak, and hidden truths, will Ronit and Ridhima fight for each other? Or will this love story turn into another painful memory? Oh, and one more thing- she's no longer just Ridhima Khanna. Meet Mrs. Ridhima Ronit Kapoor, wife of the CEO of News Waves Media Corp. Are you ready for a sizzling hate-to-love romance filled with passion, betrayal, and second chances? Thanks, Veenu

"You really don't care" i whisper tears running down my eyes i wipe them furiously, today i will not understand him he as to understand what i want. "No....!!, you can do anything" he said pulling out his clothes roughly i march to him. And jerk him around. " Really....!! Its ok with you if i go out with any other man.... If i get close to them..." i yelled in his face. " MEERA...!!.. Mind what you say... I will rip off every man's s head if he lays a single finger on you." I pushed him away...." Then why......? Why Mohit....?? You always behave like i don't matter in your life... Why...!! Why being your wife i am still nobody to you." Taking a deep breath i looked at him in his eyes " i can't live like this anymore!!" his face visibly paled......... --------------------------------------------------------- Journey of love between Non Romantic Mohit and a bubbly but determine Meera.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 "Welcome to Hell miss... No Mrs. Siya Digvijay Singh Rathor." "Ye tumhara naam hai ya highway jo chlat hi ja raha hai." They both are looking at each other with intersty in their eyes which can burn the world. They hate each other. Can their hate turn into love or they will burn the world with Revenge. Join the journey of Digvijay Singh Rathor and Siya Thakur! Warning ⚠️ - Mature content 18+ 🔞 Rankings:- #1 loveatfirsrside - 8 Sep, 2024 #13 Wattpadrommance - 3 Oct, 2024 #2 Wattpadrommance - 4 oct, 2024 #3 Wattpadindia - 31 oct, 2024 #1 lovestory - 30 nov, 2024 #1 darklove- 1 dec, 2024