Sreya Lakshmi, a 29-year-old curvy woman who only experiences misery and disappointment in her life, marries Karthik Prateek, who is one month younger than her, as per her parent's wish. Despite her hurt and disillusionment, she sought solace in her profession. She was a teacher in a public school. However, her profession not only provided her comfort but also became the reason for her marriage with Karthik. Karthik who was trapped in poverty and in severe need of money, agreed to marry sreya against his will for his family. Karthik doesn't feel anything for Sreya. He doesn't love her. He utilized her as his wife and as a tool in his home to provide a better life for his family members. Will Karthik and Sreya experience love and happiness in their married life as they are married for others without love and expectation ?. Will they be able to sustain in their relationship ?. Karthik, who wed Sreya out of selfishness, will have a change of heart and treat her lovingly as his wife !. Will he develop feelings for her ?. OR Will he throw her out of his life like a tissue paper when his needs are fulfilled ?. Hey guys.. Peep into the story to know their journey.

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to show fear. The man standing in front of her stared with eyes that pierced through her soul, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "What did I do, sweetheart?" he said, his voice low, dangerous-yet laced with something disturbingly tender. "You look at me like I've wronged you. But all I did was what's best... I made you mine. You were mine the moment my eyes found you. And anyone who dares to take you away from me-will taste hell from this beast." His eyes burned with a terrifying mix of love, desire, obsession, and madness-emotions she couldn't fully comprehend through the haze in her mind. Overwhelmed by the drug, her body gave out. Just before she collapsed, he caught her in his arms, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering with venomous devotion, "At last... you're mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And I'll destroy anyone who dares to steal you from me." it is a story with obsession, madness love by a mafia lord towards a middle class girl.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀. 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘. "I don't know how to feel about you. I should hate you for everything you did" He was so close. His hot breath on my face sent shivers down my spine. His lips barely touched mine, making them quiver. "but for me 'you' and 'hate' do not exist together." "You should hate me Adriano" My voice came out as a weak whisper. "Yes, I should" He replied as he used the towel to slowly wipe all the water off of my face, neck, and shoulder. "But I can't" he whispered against my lips and dipped his head to give an open mouth kiss on my jaw making my legs wobble. ●○●○●○●○ |𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧| was a sweet, rich, simple girl, but unfortunately, she had to fall from grace because of one mistake she committed. She was now a broken, hurt, scared woman who had seen a lot more evil than anyone else, who thought she would never be able to face her family again, but one phone call and she couldn't refuse. |𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐃'𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨| is a multi-billionaire businessman and CEO of one of the biggest luxury fashion houses. He radiated power and authority. Being the sexiest and youngest billionaire, he had everything anyone could dream of, but money or fame could not heal a broken heart. He was betrayed by the person he loved the most and now she was back, bringing all the memories with her. None of them were aware of the entire truth which was much deeper and entangled. Will they be able to heal each other and fall in love again? Or will they encounter something unexpected which will change their lives forever? Let's find out in this book. ●○●○●○●○ COMPLETED✅ Happy reading

Stacey Williams had always loved Axel Teller. But he had paid her no mind. She wanted more than the meaningless flings they had. She wanted her love to be returned. She wanted to be loved back. She did everything to get his attention. She had one-night stands with countless boys - throwing away her innocence - and tearing apart her reputation. All for him. But Axel didn't notice Stacey as anything more than a girl to have a fling with on the side. And Stacey watched as the boy she loved fell for another girl, and they were happy and complete. And Stacey was alone and hated. Tarnished and scarred. She was the girl he left behind. [The first book won the 2015 Wattys for the Cover-to-Cover award and 2016 Fiction Awards. Book two won the 2018 Fiction Awards. #1 in Teen Fiction and Short Story.] book two is currently unavailable, it will be released late 2023.

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Aarohi thought loneliness belonged to empty rooms. Then she got married. In a crowded house full of people, she slowly learns what it feels like to sleep beside someone who loves her physically... but never fully stands beside her emotionally. Vihaan is not cruel. Not hateful. Just a man raised to believe responsibility matters more than emotional presence. Between family expectations, unspoken hurt, silent crying, and a marriage where love exists but emotional courage doesn't, Aarohi slowly begins losing herself - until she starts writing the feelings she can no longer say aloud. Halfway Husband is a quiet, emotionally raw story about marriage, loneliness, emotional neglect, healing, and the heartbreaking ways women become silent after explaining themselves too many times.

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