In a traditional South Indian household, family honor is sacred-until one mistake shatters everything. The wedding mandap is filled with music, rituals, and whispered pride... until the groom arrives expecting to marry the younger sister. But the bride waiting for him is the elder one. A single misunderstanding turns celebration into chaos. Humiliated and enraged, the groom lashes out in front of everyone-his words cutting deeper than any blade. He calls her an unwanted burden, an uneducated girl forced upon him by his family. But she refuses to bow. In a moment that silences the entire gathering, she slaps him. Not out of anger-but dignity. Not out of rebellion-but self-respect. With her heart in pieces, she turns to the only family she has ever known-her grandparents. The ones who raised her... but never truly claimed her as their own. Was she always just a responsibility? A compromise? As she prepares to walk away from the wedding-and everything tied to it-her grandmother makes a decision that shocks everyone. If this groom refuses her granddaughter... Then another will take his place. Bound by an old South Indian tradition, where a niece may marry her maternal uncle, her grandmother turns to her own son-the man the girl trusts the most. And asks him to marry her. What begins as humiliation turns into an unexpected marriage. What begins as duty becomes a shared destiny. But can a relationship born out of pride, pain, and tradition ever turn into love? Or will the scars of that day forever stand between them? One mistake. One slap. One unexpected groom. And a marriage that neither of them ever chose... but must now live.

"How do we know if we are doing things the right way? I wanted to learn everything about intimacy so I can please you in every possible way. I even wondered about how long a man usually lasts. I want to explore everything with you. And if there's something you want me to do, tell me. I don't want this to be just about me asking for what I want. I want it to be about us." "Oh my God, are you carrying me? Please put me down. I don't want you to strain your back because of my weight." *************************************** Aakash never believed in love. He is reserved, introverted and carry a past he never speaks about. He enters marriage not with hope but with obligation. To him, it's just another responsibility he wished to carry out. Meenakshi enters the same marriage carrying a different battle. She is curvy, soft-hearted and full of warmth but weighed down by years of insecurity. She has learned to smile through judgment, to laugh through whispers and to expect less than she deserves. An arranged marriage ties them together. He is a man of silence. She learns to see his care hidden within it. But is silent care enough for a lifetime together? What begins as two strangers under one roof slowly turns into something neither of them expected in the quiet moments, in accidental touches, in shared meals, in silent protection and in unspoken understanding. This is not a loud love story. It is a slow one. When a broken man and an insecure woman choose to stand by each other, the healing turns into perfection and a love slowly becomes obsession. A story of curves, scars, healing and a love that learns to stay.

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

Chaos never wanted the marriage. Ren never wanted anyone else. Trapped in a vow forced upon them, Ren became Chaos's husband in name. but a stranger in his own home. Chaos filled their house with other people, other names, other beds, while Ren stayed behind to clean the mess and pretend it didn't hurt. He loved quietly. He endured loudly. And he broke silently. Ren believed love meant staying, even when he was treated like nothing more than an obligation. He waited through empty nights, swallowed his pride, and loved a man who never chose him. Until one day, Ren stopped trying. And that was when Chaos finally noticed. not when Ren cried, not when Ren begged, But when Ren no longer cared. "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you. I left because loving you was killing me."

​"A single smile cost me my heart,a second smile gave me back my own. He once told me I was beautiful when my laugh was real-not forced, not tensed, just a pure, belly-aching joy. ​But then the tide turned. Now, he says my voice irks him and my crooked teeth annoy him. He calls me a vampire, claiming my pale skin and unaligned smile do nothing but drain the joy from the room. It's funny-he thinks I'm the one sucking the life out of him, when he's the one who took the bite out of me.". 🖇️📍All copyright reserves to @Adhuni 2026

"BOOK 1 OF SHADOWS OF MARRIAGE" "𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑦. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒." It's been five long years since Adhvik and Adhya were thrust into an arranged marriage. From the very beginning, their union lacked the warmth of love, existing solely to fulfill Adhvik's parents' yearning for grandchildren. Reluctantly, they went through the motions, consummating their marriage and bringing their son Vihan into the world. Adhvik, driven by an irresistible physical desire, found himself drawn to Adhya. In those moments of intimacy, Adhya, fueled by her deep affection for Adhvik, willingly surrendered herself to him, hoping to awaken a love that lay dormant within him and the second time Adhya gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Vrihanika. Unfortunately, Adhvik only saw her through the lens of lust, unable to comprehend the depths of her love. While Adhvik proved to be a doting father to their children, his relationship with Adhya remained superficial, merely a façade. However, unbeknownst to him, a profound transformation was taking place within his heart. Slowly but surely, he began to realize that his need for Adhya went beyond physical desire; it was a yearning born out of genuine love. Now, the burning question remains: Will Adhvik summon the courage to confess his newfound emotions to Adhya? As their love story continues to unfold, we eagerly

She was the childhood friend - the girl next door with a hopeless crush on the groom. He was the charming heir - days away from marrying someone else. But when the bride runs away just hours before the wedding, fate takes a wild turn. In a whirlwind decision to protect family honor, Meera finds herself walking down the aisle... not as a guest, but as the bride. What begins as a marriage of convenience turns into stolen glances, late-night confessions, passionate kisses, and a love story no one saw coming - not even them. But can a marriage built on circumstances grow into a forever kind of love? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If you're in the mood for a lighthearted romance filled with unexpected twists, a runaway bride, a surprise wedding, and plenty of fun - then this story is just what your heart needs!

Book-1, 18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .

He is Feared. He is Ruthless. He is not my Saviour. He is not my Prince. He is MY VILLAIN - the one everyone whispers about in fear - and now, he is my captor. ~~~~~~~~~~ A daring attempt at Dark Romance. Give it a try - I promise, you won't regret reading this.

Wai hates Korn. Wai really hates that kissing Korn is like dropping a match in a tinderbox.