His hold on her arm was so tight that she thought his nails were digging in her soft flesh. Amaan's jaw clenched, the muscles ticking in his mandible and as his hand left her tiny waist, he clenched her jaw roughly. His nails were digging in her jaw, and she whimpered in pain but didn't utter a single word. '' You have actually the nerve to wear something so revealing just to show to the people your flesh and to even think that by wearing this you can match to my status. But'' he paused and looked at her tearful eyes which were shedding tears nonstop. '' You don't know that whatever you do, you can't change your fate. You are nothing but a vestige. You don't deserve anything in this life not even this dress. If you sell yourself which nobody will even care about, still you can't even buy a single piece of this dress.'' Meet Amaan Rahmani a business tycon and Arzoo Rahmani an innocent girl. what happened when their future has been written in their childhood.

TWO COUSINS SISTER MARRIED TO TWO BROTHER!! Inaya and Varanya, more than just cousins-sisters at heart-never imagined their fates would intertwine so deeply. Both find themselves married into the same powerful family, tied to two brothers who change their lives forever. Inaya, a hopeless romantic, had her heart set on another, but destiny had other plans. Avyukt Ranawat, a man of power and arrogance, despised the very idea of this marriage, yet he went through with it for his own benefit. Cold and controlling, he sees her as nothing more than a strategic move-but can even a man like him resist love forever? Meanwhile, Varanya, a carefree dreamer, once rejected Yugant Ranawat, never thinking twice about it. But Yugant was never a man to accept defeat. Now married, he has his own plans, and she finds herself caught between her past choices and his unshaken determination. As emotions clash and hearts defy reason, will these men, known for their arrogance and control, ever surrender to love? And can Inaya and Varanya find happiness in a marriage they never chose?

Ria Malhotra has always believed in dreams,simple ones. At just 20,she carries the hopes of her middle-class family on her delicate shoulders,determined to become a teacher and build a life defined by kindness ambition and love. But Fate Has Other Plans When her path collides with the Rathore Empire___a powerful, feared and respected underground mafia dynasty ruling the shadows of Asia and beyond____Ria's life takes a cruel twist. She is forced into a marriage with their cold, ruthless, devastatingly handsome heir, Aansh Rathore, a 28yr man who doesn't believe in love....or mercy. Feared by many, respected by all, Aansh is a devil dressed in designer suits, loyal to his family and best friend Karthik Singhania. Marriage is his worst nightmare__until Ria becomes his unwanted bride. But what happens when innocence meets darkness? Will Ria break under Aansh's wrath......or will she become the one woman capable of taming the devil

#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 Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - 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.)

"Are you wet, dimple ?" Sara Vijay has everything except her freedom. Desperate to escape her father's political stranglehold, she blackmails her coldest rival, Zavian Moretti, into marriage. Zavian is a celebrated professor and the enigmatic owner of the Morvane Clinical Institute-admired, untouchable and far more dangerous than he lets the world see. Sara thinks she's forcing his hand. In reality, that's not even close. Will she finally submit to his dark desires or will she be the one to break him first? ~~~ A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL Tropes Dark romance Touch her and die Villain gets the girl Spicy romance Forced marriage Childhood rivals She hates him Obsessed villain Morally grey Murder mystery Psychological thriller Professor x student ( 2 years age gap ) Contains mature content, readers are advised to read only if they are comfortable! #2 in top 10 india on 15,16 /5/26 🧿 #6 in top 10 india on 20,21 /5/26 #5 in top 10 Indian on 22 /5/ 26 #4 in top 10 India on 12/ 7/ 26 #3 in top 10 India on 13/7/26

Complicated. That's the only word powerful enough to describe the legendary Rathore Royal Family of Marwar-where crowns are heavy, hearts are heavier, and love is the most dangerous battlefield of all. Three brothers. Three marriages. And a web of emotions that threatens to destroy the very empire they rule. Abhimaan Pratap Singh Rathore-the ruthless king, the cold-hearted CEO, the man who rules an empire but guards his heart behind unbreakable walls. Two years into marriage, he remains untouched by love, leaving his queen Aadiya of Mewar-the proud eldest daughter-in-law-fighting a lonely battle for a place in her husband's frozen heart. Abhimanyu Pratap Singh Rathore-the loyal second son, bound by duty and gratitude to his elder brother. Married to Naina, a woman who once believed her destiny was tied to the wrong brother. Trapped between marriage vows and forbidden feelings, Naina's heart harbors a love she was never meant to have. And then there is Rudraveer Pratap Singh Rathore-the youngest prince, reckless, protected, and unapologetically rebellious. When duty demanded a royal bride, he chose love instead-marrying Samaira, a servant's daughter, shaking the very foundation of Rathore royalty and igniting whispers, rebellion, and scandal across kingdoms. In a world where power outweighs emotions, where love is forbidden, and loyalty is tested at every turn- how long before hearts rebel against crowns? Welcome to the Rathores- where every relationship is a war, every marriage hides a secret, and love may just be the downfall of royalty itself.

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

I never intended to become entangled in their politics, let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have from a foreign land. He was captured by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage. Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a something, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he made me falter. Why? His eyes. Deep, dangerous, and impenetrable eyes. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Dark and destructible. And when it came, we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love.

Sia Sinha had always lived quietly, gentle, reserved, and unnoticed in any social gathering. Aahanvir Singh Rathore, the heir to the Rathore Empire contrast, was everything she was not: wealthy, proud, and cold, his heart hardened by betrayal years earlier. Though their families were bound by long friendship, Aahanvir had never hidden his disdain for Sia, and she had never expected anything from him. All eyes, instead, were on Pankhuri Singhania, the beautiful, lively youngest and outgoing daughter of the Singhanias. When Aahanvir's marriage was arranged with her, it seemed a perfect match, one that would strengthen both family ties and business empires. But on the day of the wedding, Pankhuri chose love over duty and ran away, leaving behind scandal and broken pride. In that single moment, Sia's life was transformed. To preserve honor, she was thrust into the place Pankhuri abandoned-married to a man who despised her. For Sia, it was the end of her quiet world, For Aahanvir, another cruel twist of fate. Thus their story began.....a marriage forged in resentment, bound by duty, and destined to test both hearts in ways neither imagined. Most Impressive Ranking 🏅. #Top 1 in arrogant CEO (9/10/25). #Top 1 in shy heroine (9/10/25). #Top 2 in contemporary fiction (9/10/25). #Top 3 in forbidden love (9/10/25). #Top 3 in upper class (9/10/25). #Top 4 in wealth and power (9/10/25). #Top 4 in wattpad Indian (9/10/25). #Top 1 in emotional (26/10/25) #Top 1 in Wattpad Indian (1/11/25) #Top 2 in heartbreak (1/11/25) #Top 2 in unrequited love (6/11/25)

🔞🔞 Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance The dim light of the haveli's room barely cut through the shadows, creating a suffocating, almost sepulchral atmosphere. A single oil lamp cast a faint, flickering glow, but its warmth was swallowed by the cold, heavy air. In the center of the room, two figures stood locked in a tableau of cruelty. Bondita, a vision of bridal beauty, was adorned in a resplendent red and gold Bengali saree, its intricate work a stark, tragic contrast to her terrified posture. A heavy veil, meant to be a symbol of modesty, clung to her head, concealing her face and making her seem like a faceless victim. Behind her, like a dark, looming shadow, Aniruddh stood in a golden kurta, his face turned away from the light. The gold, a symbol of divine blessing, looked like a mockery in his form. His hand was a vise on Bondita's shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh, his knuckles white with suppressed rage. His other hand was at her neck, his thumb pressing cruelly into her windpipe. He was not embracing her; he was imprisoning her. The golden kurta seemed to glow with a false, sinister light, illuminating the stark contrast between the beauty of the bride and the darkness of her groom.