"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 don't know who he is, from where he came but I only know that know he become my Accidental Husband. I don't even know how a meeting turn into that where I am getting struck into forest and know in this Forced Accidentally Wedding. A wife I don't even know who is she from where she come but I know one dam! thing I don't belive in this fucking relationship. The Two sould who is opposite from each other, born in opposite side. Where one is cold hearted not belive in love , belive it is only a waste of time and distraction and in his life there is no time for distraction . Only have soft corner for his family, love his mother alot totally is mother boy. And the other one is totally sunshine love her Family alot belive in fairy tale. Princess of her Brothers , Father and uncle. Only daughter after 2 generation. Can love can bloom in this Two Opposite people? Where each other Family is ready kill each other? Or There story remained only a hidden secret?

"Look at me, Sayantika. Every beat of your heart, every shallow breath you take when I touch you, belongs to me. You were meant for my brother, but you are mine now." "If I ever catch him trying to touch what is mine again... I won't just remove him from this family. I will ruin him so completely he'll forget he ever had a right to your name." Her breath hitched, and his mouth claimed hers-hungry, punishing, desperate, like a man staking a claim on his entire world. This is a story of a resilient and graceful girl who carried the weight of a broken promise on her shoulders. Yet, when he wrapped his shadow around her, she found a fierce, unyielding sanctuary she never knew existed. ✿ ✿ ✿ Sayantika Gupta. A woman of quiet dignity and unmatched warmth, she was left shattered and humiliated at the altar by the cruel flight of her first love. Forced into the spotlight of a massive public scandal, she was left to pick up the pieces of her family's ruined honor. And then came Dr. Krishiv Agrawal. The formidable Chief of Surgery whose name made even the most powerful elite shiver. Cold-blooded, hyper-disciplined, and sharp with a precision that could cut deeper than any scalpel. He lived by rigid rules, shutting his heart to the world to protect his silent daughter. But with her, he was unhinged. With her, his lethal control turned into dark obsession, his frozen chest melting into a fierce, dangerous protectiveness. To the world he was a calculating storm, but to her, he was the only place she could finally breathe. But what makes Krishiv legendary in the elite high-society syndicate isn't just his surgical genius or billions-it's his absolute, unyielding rule over the Agrawal empire, and the silent, protective shadow he casts over his mute angel, Vinaya.

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

" 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" ⎯ Zoravar Singh Ahlawat♚ ❣ °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●☆(◕‿◕✿)☆●○•°●○•°●○•°●○•° ❣ "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢! 𝐎𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢" ⎯ Eshvika Sharma♛ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do Not Copy My Work! Read trigger warning before reading the book. ❣

He was her brother's best friend. She was his only obsession. Khwaish Khan, the sweet doctor who believed in saving lives. Agastya Qureshi, the ruthless politician who believed in taking what was his. Khwaish wanted a fairytale love, but Agastya didn't love, he possessed. His touch was filthy, his obsession brutal, the kind that chained her body, mind, and soul until escape wasn't an option, only surrender. Because in his world, she wasn't a choice. She was his. To worship. To make love to. To ruin. When desire becomes obsession, who will shatter first - the rabbit which fears, or the snake which hunts? What happens when old promises re-surface, and vows chain them in a marriage of convenience? Will Khwaish fight his filthy obsession... or crave the ruin he promised? | Book 2 in Crimson Vows Series |

✨𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐲𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞✨ ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩~ ♥ _____________________________ ♥ {𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷} ❤ 𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓟𝓛𝓔𝓣𝓔 ❤ ✿ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵 ✔ ✿ 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓮 ✔ ✿ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ✔ ✿ 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓻 ✔ ❤ 𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓞𝓘𝓝𝓖 ❤ ★ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ♠ A collection of fragments of imagination drenched in emotions. These short stories will take you through a world of romance, fantasy, deception, and pure love that is nothing short o

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|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

Peep inside the story to know, whether the Beast will taint or will be tamed by his angel. Join the journey of ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE: a royal by blood, oofy by wealth, wrathful by nature, arrogant by behaviour, handsome by physique, ruthless by business and MEERA RAJPUT: an epitome of beauty, stuffed with kindness and innocence, compassionate by heart and passionate about love. Every character, events, places mentioned in the story are completely imaginary with no intention of hurting any individual's sentiments.