❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Bound Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓-𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒛𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝑨𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕-𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒍𝒆

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

AVINASH OBEROI A well known businessman and a Mafia king. He is a cold hearted person who has no mercy towards people who try to ruin the safe environment for women. For him love is nothing. Sristhi Mahajan A simple and sweet girl living an ordinary life engrossed in fictional books waiting for her man to come who will burn down the whole world for her. They both hated each other. But destiny had other plans for them. Will they both accept their marriage? Will this deal marriage bring a spark of love or storm of hatred in their lives? Let's find out in this story. Tropes: Businessman/Mafia king x Reader Enemies to Lovers Forced Marriage to love Touch her and die Forced proximity AVINASH OBEROI X SRISTHI MAHAJAN

Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

(#2 of 'Thakur Brother's' series) "Who bring you here?" He questioned in deep husky voice, I shivered again unknowingly, my tears falling down like a river. His gaze dipping into my soul, I couldn't hold his intense gaze and lowered my lashes. "Did you can't hear?" He said, in little bit loud voice, I tightly shut my eyes squeezing them, I want to tell him everything. How I bought up here, what happened with me but I can't able to utter a single word thinking about there threats. I hide my face pressing on my thighs, I placed my right hand on my mouth to control myself for crying out infront of him. "Can you tell me everything?" I slowly lifted my head just a bit, slightly opening my tearing lashes to looked at him, his expression were completely blank and expressionless. I pressed my lips and try to gather some courage to atleast speak a word, I opened my trembling lips. "I-I don't know-w, who-o are they," Somehow I managed to say trying to control my outburst, his eyebrows thinned in a line. I'm trying to control myself but when I saw his expression getting changed, I pressed my body backward, seeing him taking steps towards me. "Did someone make you unconscious," He questioned in most deep and dangerous voice I ever heard before, I gulped nervously. I bit my lower lips I couldn't help my tears were not stopping from flowing from my eyes, being confused and afraid. I keep looking at him, tightly clutching on the fabric over my chest, he eyebrows thinned in line. "I ask you something, did you hear me?" He said gritting his teeth, I tightly pressed my thighs on my chest looking at his scary face expression. He clutched his jaw, I feel I will die just feeling his intense glare on my face, I bit my inner cheeks harshly. "REMOVE YOUR SAREE," My life shattered into tiny fragments, just like a broken mirror. Do I ever have a peaceful life? Copyright ©️ 2024 Warning : The story contains mature content

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐗 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 Choose," Vikram's voice echoed, cold and unforgiving. "Your company or your wife." His fingers trembled around the cold steel of the gun. Ansh had always been a man of logic, a strategist who calculated risks and gains. But now, faced with this impossible choice, his heart waged war against his mind. The company-the empire he had built from sweat and sacrifice-exited like a mountain before him. It represented power, wealth, and influence. Kanika-she was his heart, the reason he breathed. Ansh's eyes held resignation. He had made his choice-the one that would haunt him forever. He stepped closer, the gun's muzzle against Kanika's temple. "Betrayer never stands a place in our lives " he whispered . . . . . . "I love you," she whispered, but love was no match for the weight of his decision. The gunshot tore through her, not just physically but emotionally. Ansh had shattered her trust, leaving her broken and bleeding. The gunshot echoed through the room, shattering not just Kanika's trust but also their love. Ansh had chosen his company, and in that choice, he had betrayed her. Kanika wondered if love could survive such brutality. Or if, in the end, it was all just an illusion-a mirage in a desert of broken promises. Love or betrayal? Consumption of betrayals. Internal betrayal? Yes! Will they be overcome? Or Will it overcome them??? Buckle up your seats to witness their internal betrayals.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲? 𝗔 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? But are you sure it's beautiful... and not painful? Dev Oberoi might disagree. Young, wealthy, dangerously handsome-Dev had everything. As the second eldest son of one of the world's richest families, life had always been in his control. Money, power, and simplicity were all that mattered. Until a pair of ocean blue eyes met his hazel ones, and his world shifted. A single glance. A fleeting moment. But the spark it left behind was undeniable. Days turned into weeks, then months. Casual encounters became café meet-ups, then something deeper. Love found its way in. But love doesn't always last. On what should have been the happiest morning of his life, Dev received a single message. "We're over." No explanations. No warnings. Just an end. And Ivara Shekhawat? Elegant, fierce, yet soft-hearted-she was a mix of an angel and a devil. Love was never meant for her, not when her own family saw her as a burden. But Dev made her believe in the impossible. For the first time, she had someone who made her feel cherished. For the first time, she dreamed. Until she was forced to destroy it all. That was five years ago. Now, fate plays its cruelest trick. A high-end restaurant. A marriage proposal. A man who never forgot. A woman who never stopped hurting. Dev walks in, expecting just another business dinner for his brother's proposal. Instead, he finds her-dressed in a waitress's uniform, standing before him like a ghost from the past. Coincidence? Or a twisted game of destiny? The past is still there, lingering in the air between them. The pain, the longing, the unanswered questions. The fire never died-it was only buried under five years of unresolved emotions, the fire has now re ignited, but now with flames of revenge and sickening desires. Will love get a second chance? Or will it get destroyed under this new borne Fire? (Sequel to 'Arranged