"Don't fall for me," I warned, my voice low. "Me? In love with you?" she laughed, a mocking sound that cut sharper than any blade. "Oh, you're so delusional, Reyaan. This is a contractual marriage, remember? I will never fall for you-not in a billion years." Her words snapped something inside me-something dark and reckless. And her eyes, those perfect shades of brown, gleamed with a silent challenge. "Not in a billion years, huh?" I echoed, my voice dangerously soft. "Is that a challenge, Brownie?" I took slow, deliberate strides toward her. "Because I never lose one," I whispered against her ear, pinning her against the elevator wall, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I caged her in. JIA NIKITA KHURANA She was broken-ruined until she no longer recognized herself. Once a girl full of sunshine, now a storm. Once dreaming of a Prince Charming, now believing herself utterly unlovable. She had sworn off love, scoffed at the idea of marriage. Until destiny, the master manipulator twisted her life on its cruel axis. Now Jia, the girl who vowed never to marry, finds herself trapped in a marriage she never wanted. And her husband? An arrogant, emotionless, cold-blooded, maddeningly handsome billionaire born with a permanent poker face. REYAAN SHAHVEER He was broken before he even had the chance to be whole. Wounded by those meant to love him. He loathed the idea of love hollow, treacherous, temporary. He swore he'd never let anyone close enough to destroy him. Marriage? Commitment? Love? A joke. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Reyaan, who trusted no one and needed no one, is bound by contract and vows to a girl who screams danger from ten miles away... A danger he knows he should avoid, Yet can't seem to stay away from. *** REYAAN SHAHVEER x JIA NIKITA KHURANA A collision of broken hearts. An arrangement neither wanted. An attraction neither can deny. Tropes: Contractual Arranged Marriage Past Trauma Slow Burn Grumpy x Grumpier

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

"I won't let anyone harm you..ever again." He promised, eyes filled with determination and possessiveness. Afterall, she is his...only his. "I know." She smiled kissing his cheek, her eyes filled with hope and happiness. ~~~ "I...I wi-ill protect you.." He pleaded, his voice cracking. He took a tentative step forward, but she recoiled, her body trembling with the weight of past pain. She looked at him, her eyes hollow, a tear tracing the line of her cheek as she let out a bitter laugh. "𝒁𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆...𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆." 𝔸 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ~~~~~~~ 🔞

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫 "𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴" 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙧-mature & heartbreakingly kind.She spent her life trying to survive the ghosts of past she never asked for.With amber eyes that hold storms & silence & a heart full of warmth, she's everything he refuses to believe in.She has been called curse yet she still chooses love over hate. 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤d-Cold.Calculated.Dangerous-a storm in human form.He was never supposed to be hers.Yet, fate bound them in a marriage built on misunderstanding, bitterness, and secrets.He's vowed never to fall for illusions like love.Especially not with the woman tied to the darkness that destroyed his family. ~ He believes she's the reason behind his family's ruin. She's the girl who watched hers fall apart-powerless to stop it. 𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘑𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘠. 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘉𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘙𝘜𝘐𝘕. 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘈𝘚𝘛 ? 𝘐𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘚 𝘚𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘌. But when buried lies begin to surface & past enemies rise again.Will the masks finally fall?Will the truth set them free or destroy them both? Two souls. One destiny.A history soaked in blood, betrayal & love that refuses to die. Step into the world of Rida-where every heartbeat hides a secret,glance is a war, and love might just be the deadliest thing of all.

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.

I gave him my body. My trust. My heart. He gave them a show. For five years, Yug was mine - my first love, my only heartbreak, my stupid forever. I trusted him with everything, even the night he asked to record us. "Just for me," he'd said. "Safe with me." And I believed him. Until I heard his teammates talking. Until I heard the words they used for me. Slut. Perfect tits. That tight little pussy. Pornstar moans. They watched me. They laughed at me. Now, the man who once worshipped me is on his knees, begging for a second chance. But how do you forgive someone who broke you in places even you can't reach anymore? This isn't just a story about love. It's about the ashes that remain after trust burns away.