SIYAASAT the game of power, greed, envy, selfishness, conspiracy. The one who will win the game is called. The Ace of Spades. _______________________________ " Bhai" I entered my brother's office to call him outside. The office is dark and my brother is standing in the middle and 3 - 4 people are around him. " Bhai" I called him and everyone look at me startled. My brother looks at me like he wants to say something to me but can't say it. I take a step forward and the person who is standing in front of my brother turned and my breathing stopped. His face was covered with a white handkerchief but his eyes are visible. They are dark so dark yet alluring. I keep looking at him and he takes a step forward. My back collided with the wall and he come close to me. He come dangerously close to me and I close my eyes suddenly I felt him pull away and I open my eyes I see them all going but one thing caught my attention it's a shiny object which he held in his hand. A gun. _______________________ He raise his hand and filled my hairline with sindoor. " From now on you're husband and wife" the Priest announced. ________________________ I come into my room and locked the door. I turned and my eyes widened as I see him sitting on my bed. He looks at me and starts walking towards me taking predatory steps. He tried to intimidate me but I also look at him with the same intensity. He grabbed my hands and pinned them on the wall beside me and leaning closer I turned my face away. " Mohobbat karte hai tumse, toh kya pagal kar dalogi. Marte hai tum par, toh kya maar hi dalogi" he whispered in my ear. " Keemat," he said and I look at him. " Everything has a price you say yours. Keep your hand on it and it will be yours" he look at me with intensity. " Jo kahogi vo tumhara or tum hamari" I smirked because what I want he can't give me. " Palace" ________________________________ All the pictures are used belongs to their rightful owners.

Trigger warning - Abuse, violence, assault, murder Please do not read if you can not handle this He walked through the dark stairs. He was playing with his gun. He came to take something that belonged to him, at least he thought. His prey escaped from him, and he was back to take her... torture her, torment her, punish her.... he took something of his too, was it a bigger sin... He had no mercy for anyone. She was not special in that case. she was just his Prey... his favorite pet.

Nandini could not believe the fact that she is married woman now. Married forcefully to her and her family's enemy, Ranbir. Ranbir Singh - rich and very handsome, ruthless and very dangerous. This story is written from third person point of view but I have make sure it is understandable when you will the story Please do read the story, add the story in library and start reading it. I am sure you will enjoy reading I am absolutely new writer, so there might be grammatical mistake, point out those mistake so that the story can be improved. One request please read. Love you all :)

"Kanya Daan" or "Donating Girl" is a ritual in Indian marriage. Are we girls any commodity which is transferred or donated from one house to another??? In india, parents from birth tell their daughter "betiyan toh paraya dhan hoti hai" or "daughter belongs to her in laws and are just guest in her parent's house". And in laws say " yeh toh paraya ghar se aayi hai" or " she has come from someone else's house". Where is our "apna" or "own" house??? Shouldn't after marriage a girl have two homes, double love and double support??? Arre chote kapde pehen ker ghumegi toh rape toh hoga hi na.. Arre ladki ho adjust kerna sikho..Arre agar bologi toh ghar me jhagda ho jayega chup raho.. ladkiyan na sabhya, sanskari aur shant hoti hai.. vo ladka hai vo kuch bhi ker sakta hai per tum ladki ho tum nhi. (If she will wear short clothes, she will get raped.. You are a girl, you have to learn to adjust.. if you say things then it will lead to a fight in house so stay quiet.. Girls should be formal, cultured and silent... he is a boy he can do anything, but you are a girl you can't) And most important "log kya kehege" or "What will people say" how could I forget the key of our life. Before anyone says "these are talks of 1990's, now everything has changed". Let me burst your big bubble that you are living in..... Hello!!!!! Welcome to the world of reality. I also used to live in this bubble until 2 years ago. I have seen these thing in someone's house who is very close to me. So, please don't give your gyaan to me. (And also to some extent things have started to change but still there is a lot of work to do) In reality, we girls have to fight for every right we deserve be it respect, education, jobs,etc......and we will. So here is the story of just another girl fighting for her dreams... If you are uncomfortable with the topic, please don't continue. Also, this is my first time writing a book so please ignore mistakes.

" D-do-dont k-kill me" she begged looking at my gun and sobbing loudly. "Now, why would i do that??" I asked her chuckling at her and then smirked, looking at her face while twirling my gun in my hand. "Y-you are a g-go-good boy. Killing people is wr-wrong. Vimla masi told me, it is wrong to hur-hurt people. Every person is good by h-heart and u are a good person. God will be sad if-if u hu-hurt me." She stuttered while sobbing. My eyes widen hearing her words. She is lecturing me !? ME !?? How dare she !?. " Girl do you even realise who I am that you are daring to lecture me !?" I asked, my voice deadly calm. She gave me her stupidest reply ever I heard from anyone till now. _____________________ Meet an indian girl TARA, 22 year old beautiful who is orphan, very innocent, shy, timid, naive, always oblivious to its surrounding.She is a girl who is loved by all people surrounding her because of her sweet innocent nature but there are some those who are nothing but an evil to her innocent soul. She is not mentally ill but people around her sometimes mistaken her to be mental because of her pure soul who is totally oblivious to the dangers of the life. Now, meet ABHINAY SINGH, 27 year old handsome billionaire, who is a dangerous mafia leader. He is feared by all. Even his own men are scared shitless. No one dares to cross his path but if any one somehow did, they would pay a heavy price, a price as extreme as their life. People say he is heartless, ruthless, devil in disguise. Some calls him "DEVIL". Mercy word is not in his dictionary and enjoys torturing his victims to the point that they would beg for him to give them death. But, both this opposite personality would crash somehow. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A DANGEROUS MAFIA MEET AN INNOCENT SOUL. Would he break her? Would she heal him with her innocence and sweet nature?

As he pulled her veil up his eyes darkened, Jaw clenched. without wasting any second he applied vermillion in her hair line. She can see his fisted hand as he stood up. Rajmahal of Rajgarh is a Palace of pride and happiness. 2 heirs of rajmahal are going to marry--Vihaan and Yuvaan singh Raghuvanshi. Both can die for each other. One is Quiet , mature and dominant. He is the pride of raghuvanshi's and Yuvaan is whole opposite of his elder brother but loves him more than anything. Everything was going well in their life. They are about to marry the girl of their choice but at the end....Destiny has to play game with them. . Starts:- 14, December 2022 End:- 27, January 2023 Picture/ gif/ quotes used in this story are not mine. Credit to the owner. An indian story. Fictional story. ACHIEVEMENTS. #1 in Arranged out of 1.63k stories. #3 in Marriage out of 64.2k stories. #1 in indian out of 1.66k stories. #1 in stories out of 242k stories. #1 in wattpad our of 98.9k stories

WHY ALWAYS ME? Yes WHY ALWAYS SHE? What is her mistake? Her mistake is she is just innocent.. And about HIM. WHY ALWAYS HIM? What is his mistake? Is he really at fault? Or is she really at fault? A highly emotional story... *Can be read as general fiction* Copyright © 2020 Alisha Ali All rights reserved.Publication of this Work to another site or forum without permission of author is strictly prohibited.. Copyright is a crime don't even try to copy my books because I won't backoff taking legal actions..

Indian Chronicles Book I My Husband, My Devil. "GET RID OF IT" She thought she heard something wrong, Not reacting she just stared at his face no emotion, nothing, just his flawless emotionless face. "Huh?" "I know you are pregnant and I want you to get rid off it, Sayantika" and that's when she thought he couldn't be any more heartless, he chosed to shock her all over again. "This is my baby and I don't want to" She moved back nodding her head in no. "You want me to give this relationship a chance right?" Saying he stepped closer, his calloused hand cupping her tears strained cheeks. "Just abort this, I promise to be with you" the softness in his left bitterness in hers. "I wanted, I wanted to stay with you to give this relationship a chance but not anymore" Completing her speech, She jerked his hand back, angering him to such extent, that all he wanted that moment was to hurt her. "Wait wait wait, does it mean it was you who spiked my drink and forced me to consummate with you, damnnn I never thought you will stoop this low for money and luxury ; a certified gold-digger indeed" like everytime he chosed to abuse her verbally, but this time his words didn't hurt her this time, She was used to his taunts now. From being the good and loyal companion to the good Obedient wife, She did everything for him and in return He hurted her again and again, by his words by his actions. "Just to let you know that if you are planning to public our marriage and to tell everyone that we are married and now you are carrying my child then I promise to destroy you and your family and I won't back off" He threatened. "You still have a chance, I will change myself the way you want, either this baby or me" the change of his words , the bipolaritic tone and everything about of him so complex. 'How did she fell for this man?' She thought and then chuckled internally. "I am choosing this baby over you , PREPARE THE DIVORCE PAPERS I SHALL SEE YOU IN THE COURT"

4 young hearts embark on a journey to self discovery, healing, redemption and love. Soumya and Dhara Awasthy don't have much choice in the matter when their grandparents open their home to the Rawat family. Falling in love with the rich, suave men who could complicate their simple lives wasn't on their radar, but the thing about love is that it knocks on your door rather unexpectedly. Two estranged brothers, Rudra and Akash Rawat, decide to accompany their grandparents on their pilgrimage to Palampur. When they set out on this over 400KM journey, their itinerary included taking care of their grandparents and not throttling each other. However, that soon changes when falling for their hosts' granddaughters is added to the list much to their unwillingness. When real life demands Rudra and Akash's attention, the couples have a crucial decision to make- Should they act on their feelings or write them off as a holiday fling? **Warning- This is a slow burn read**

This story is inspired by Barrister Babu ITV Series which airs on colors TV @8:30 PM from Monday to Friday. In this story also Anirudh Marries Bondita in same circumstances but the trail of later events are cuter and different form original series. I really miss Aurrist onscreen so thought to write something on the cutest onscreen couple and one more reason to write this story is that I haven't written described story of Anirudh and Bondita when Bondita was young and how our Sweetest Anirudh Roy Choudhary fell for his little Querida.