It began with a forced marriage, nothing more than a carefully arranged transaction. It's cloaked in tradition and wrapped in the heavy expectations of two powerful families. There was no love, no romance just beginning with only obligation. Two souls were bound by pressure, not passion. One of them was young,naive, gentle, and barely old enough to understand what marriage truly meant. He didn't grasp the complexities of being a spouse. But he knew one thing with certainty that he was now part of this family. The Kim household was now his forever. Kim Aunt and Uncle became Mom and Dad. And his "hyung" the man he once looked up to like his favourite older brother was now his husband. But for that husband, this arrangement was nothing more than an uncomfortable compromise. He hadn't married out of love. To him, this boy was a child even a younger brother he had once protected, not a partner to desire. Yet, days passed... and something changed. The innocence he once saw began to awaken something darker within him. A slow, simmering obsession grew first with the boy's beauty, then with his body. Their nights became heated, his desire consuming. What was once affectionless turned into lust, then into obsession. What will happen when the sex obsessed man realised that his addiction for his partner is not just attraction over body, it's love for his soft Patel like innocent wife!!! Wasn't it too late to understand? Let's find out together. 𝑻𝑨𝑬𝑲𝑶𝑶𝑲 🔝𝑻𝒐𝒑 𝑻𝒂𝒆 🐯 ⬇️ 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 🐰

𝐀 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 . 𝐒𝐨 , 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 🍆💦🫦🔞

At the top of the city stands a hospital built on legacy, silence, and impossible expectations. Kim Taehyung was raised inside its walls. A surgical prodigy, beautiful and untouchable, heir to a name that demands perfection. His hands never shake. His voice never rises. Grief taught him control, and control became his armor. In the operating room, he is precise, fearless, almost inhuman. Outside it, he is closed glass, reflecting the world without letting it in. Then Jeon Jungkook arrives. New. Alexithymic . Brilliant in ways that do not announce themselves. He speaks rarely, and when he does, he speaks only truth. He sees patterns others miss, hears what machines cannot say, and feels the world too loudly to pretend otherwise. He does not flirt. He does not soften. He does not know how to name what happens inside his chest when Taehyung stands too close. Their connection is not loud. It is surgical. Silence stretches between them like a held breath. Hands move in perfect sync. Eyes linger one second too long. Jungkook learns Taehyung's rhythm before he learns his smile. Taehyung learns Jungkook's tells before he learns his fears. "You disrupt my thinking," Jungkook says once. It is the closest thing to a confession either of them has ever known. In a place where mistakes cost lives and emotions are liabilities, desire becomes dangerous. Love is not soft here. It is restraint. It is trust. It is choosing not to cross a line even when every instinct begs you to. Because some fires do not roar. They burn steady, quiet, and consuming. And when glass finally cracks, it does not shatter gently. Top Taehyung Bottom Jungkook

Kim Taehyung should be dead. But death spat him back into the world. Now he walks the halls like a ghost wearing human skin, and those who once tormented him begin to disappear-slowly, painfully. Jungkook can't decide whether Taehyung is a miracle... or a curse. Some rebirths are not blessings. Some are revenge. --- 𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 ♡ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬⚠: > 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 > 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 > 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 > 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲

"Pyaar se nahi, shraap se likhi gayi thi meri shaadi ki kismet..." She's the Sarpanch's loud, poetry-spouting daughter from a small Rajasthani village. He's the cold, brooding prince - a 34-year-old ruler known as Saheb, feared more than loved. And the palace they're forced to live in? Cursed. Legend says: "Jis mahal mein dulhan ki marzi ke bina shaadi hui... wahan suhaag nahi, sirf shraap bacha hai." No woman who married into Rajgarh Palace ever lived to tell the tale. Until Saanjh arrived. With her pink chappals, sass, and storm-level chaos. Now she's stuck with a royal husband who glares more than he speaks, a soul connection that dates back 200 years, and a curse that only she can break - but only if the wedding happens again... By love. Not force. By rebellion. Not silence. Get ready for: ✔️ Royal drama ✔️ Flashbacks to a tragic past ✔️ Slow-burn, fiery romance ✔️ Chaotic wife vs grumpy husband energy ✔️ Secrets. Sindoor. And a soul that refuses to burn quietly.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

Younger ML × Older FL Arranged Marriage Soft love She never planned on marrying-especially not a boy younger than her. He never imagined his quiet life would be tied to a woman who carried storms in her eyes and softness in her heart. Bound by an arranged marriage neither expected, they step into a relationship without promises, without pressure... just gentle steps toward something new. He is patient, respectful, and quietly protective; she is mature, calm, and learning to trust love again. In a world full of loud romances, theirs grows slowly-through shared mornings, soft conversations, accidental touches, and the warm comfort of simply choosing each other every day. This is a story of age-gap tenderness, marriage turning into love, and two souls discovering that sometimes the softest love is the strongest of all. ---

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

Taehyung, an ancient-era man, finds himself in a strange new world after a car accident, inhabiting the body of a modern husband with a cold, stoic military spouse, Jungkook, and a neglected young son, Taegguk. The original Taehyung was vain, distant, and resentful, leaving his family on the brink of collapse. Now, armed with a fresh perspective and a desire to make things right, Taehyung dives into his role as a devoted husband and father. Through cooking, care, and unwavering love, he melts Jungkook's icy exterior and wins over his adorable son, turning a broken household into a warm, loving home. But can his efforts heal old wounds and spark a romance that was never given a chance? A heartwarming tale of rebirth, family, and second chances at love.