Short story 1 - Normal Arranged marriage Short story 2 - Single Father x overweight girl

Park Jimin, a medical student, became a surrogate in exchange for millions of won - all to save his mother after her heart surgery. To fulfill the contract, he had to spend one night with an unnamed billionaire and give birth to his child. After that, he left the country. Five years later, when he comes back, he is a completely different person What will happen to Jimin now? What kind of surprises are waiting for him? Who is the man he spent that night with? And where is the child?

She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

this story is about the 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 of girl who got rejection....and the 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 of man who get forced to marry again.....its a Muslim story ----------------------------- girl wearing black Anarkali suit ..head covered in dupatta who is looking scared utter " ji....wo hum keh rahe the" " Ha bolo.... hum sun rahe hai" " wo.....wo hume yaha se jana hai" her nervous voice echoed in room listening her words the most handsome dominating man whose aura speaks a lot about him walks towards his only love adjusting his watch on his wrist stand Infront of her folding his hand on his back he look towards her sweat bud filled face....her eyes are lowered down she is playing with her fingers in nervousness...the dim lights in room making her feel more scared from her man... "kya kaha.....kaha jana hai aap ko" He utter controlling his uneven breaths thats usually coz whenever he gets super angry " j..ji...wo.....m yaha rehna nahi......" she gulped her saliva to remove dryness of her throat...her shaking voice again echoed in that pin dropped silence but before she could say anything further she feel her husband pulled her by her waist.... grabbing her waist tightly.....that his fingers digged in her skin...he lift her up slightly from floor....she is lifted in air....she is caged in his arms n before she could react her husband put his lips on her dry one that was there first kiss........ which should be romantic soft one but this one is intense one....a hungry kiss made her grab his kurta in her small fist he literally chewed her lips passionately after sucking her sweetness he utter dangerously on her wet lips Removing her hair strands softly from her cheek " haan toh kuch keh rahi thi aap....hum sun rahe hai...kahiye" His gaze is fixed on her wet lips ----------------------------------------------- Another book with leading characters.. Sidnaaz ♥️

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

_____________________________________ ✨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. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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!!

He's 28, all rough edges and chaos. Got that classic bad-boy vibe - smokes like a chimney, drinks like it's a religion, and fights like he's got nothing to lose. Doesn't care about anyone or anything, especially his family. They dumped him in a hostel when he was a kid, left him crying and begging, and now? He won't even look at them. Trust issues? Yeah, he's got those. Push people away before they can hurt him, that's his motto. Arrogant, reckless, and doesn't give a damn about rules. But deep down? Probably just a kid still screaming, asking why no one stayed. -Armaan Singh Raizada She is 21, a girl with a loving and warm personality. In her childhood, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her behind. Her mother's best friend, Sumitra, took her in and raised her as her own daughter. Since childhood, she has harbored a sweet~ crush on Armaan. - Mannat Desaii ~~~ Armaan secretly resents her because she is the reason he was sent to the hostel. His mother's constant care and affection for her made his father suspicious of children closeness, he doesnt want her in his house but because of his wife he was silent, believing that sending Armaan away would fix things, his father decided to went armaan hostel. To make matters worse, no one, not even his mother, stopped it from happening. That betrayal fuels the anger Armaan still carries "Two hearts tied by fate, torn apart by secrets and resentment. A girl with innocent love in her eyes, and a boy consumed by bitterness. What happens when childhood bonds turn into battles? When unspoken feelings clash with hidden scars? Step into a world where love fights against hate, and hearts are forced to choose between forgiveness and revenge. Will they heal each other, or will the weight of the past destroy them both? Read this story of tangled emotions and unexpected twists. ♦️Early Updates are available on stc

Welcome to Haveli ki Khanzada Mohabbat - where discipline meets drama, and royalty meets absolute chaos! Arhaan Khanzada, the ever-serious and commanding eldest son of the haveli, suddenly finds himself married to Irhi - a whirlwind of emotions, endless complaints, and certified drama queen. From skeletons "plotting" against her in medical college, to gol gappay wars on the streets, to her daily courtroom-style trials of zulm, Irhi makes sure life in the haveli is never boring. But beneath all the laughter, mischief, and chaos is a mohabbat so pure, so heart-stealing, that even Arhaan - the dungeon king himself - can't help but melt. 💝

Marriage was never in list of DAKSH AHUJA but once his dadu (grandfather) asked him to meet a girl. His heart wanted to give it a chance, if not for him then for his family. ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~ AARNA SINGH'S dadu was her life, he was her one and only family and she was ready to die for him let alone marring a stranger for his happiness. But life is not all about happiness and love, happiness comes with consequences and what if the consequences are from past, a very bad past. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "Why are you always glaring at everyone and everything." "I'm not!! " "Oh, you are. Look you glaring at me.... Now at the bed, just don't bore a hole okay?" "Are you dumb?" "Haww, if I'm dumb and you are dumber than me." "Oh really, how so? " "Cause you married me, and only a dumber can marry a dumb person." "Where did you get this incredible knowledge from?" "Your interviews....."

Book-1, 18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .