"I'm going to chase you till my last breath and beyond that... because my Obsession is Beyond The Sky, Beyond this Universe, Beyond this World..."

"Utaro yeh saree." Abhay stepped closer, his gaze slowly travelling over Prisa before stopping at her eyes. (Take off this saree.) Prisa froze. Her eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching as fear quietly settled in. Abhay Shrivastava-a middle-class boy-was now bound in a forced marriage with Prisa Singh Rathore, a girl from the powerful Rathore family. This was not a marriage of love. There was no liking, no understanding. Only compulsion. And the harshest truth of all- Abhay hated the Rathore family... with a depth so intense, so consuming... that perhaps he had never hated anyone this much before. And with every passing moment... the distance between them only grew deeper. --------------------- This is a continuation of *Devil's Innocent Sin*. It is the second series in the saga; if you haven't read the first book yet, I recommend reading it first, as it will make it easier for you to understand the characters and the storyline. Now is the time for Abhay, Prisa or zayaan....

Life is cruel, but sometimes strangely kind. Failure can break you-but what if it also reshapes you? What if the pieces you thought were lost are only waiting for someone else's broken pieces to complete them? This is not a story of perfect love. This is the story of Dhruv Rajput and Ishita Ranawat - two souls scarred by betrayal and pain, who once believed love and marriage were nothing but cages. Dhruv Rajput: a brilliant criminal lawyer, self-made, ambitious, fearless. Yet behind his perfection lies a quiet tragedy - betrayal that shattered his faith in love. His only anchor is his eight-month-old son, Akay. Love? For Dhruv, it's just a mask for the ugliest truths. Ishita Ranawat: strong yet delicate, soft yet unbending. Born into a family that saw daughters as burdens, forced into a toxic marriage, she watched her dreams and identity fade. When she gave life to her daughter, Vamika, she was cast aside. For Ishita, love is a cruel illusion. Two broken people. Two innocent children. Can Akay and Vamika become the reason their parents find light again? Can they heal wounds too deep and make their parents believe in second chances? When destiny forces Dhruv and Ishita into an arranged marriage neither wants, their hearts resist, their scars protest. But love has a way of seeping through even the hardest walls. Will Dhruv learn that not every woman betrays? Will Ishita discover that not every marriage is a cage? His Arranged Wife is a story of strength, trust rebuilt, and wounds healed - where two broken halves may finally find their whole.

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

[ Available to read on scrollstack upto chp 31 - link in bio! ] "You can let go of me now" Parwati said softly, her lehenga now thoroughly drenched, though she couldn't say that the Maharaj was looking any better. "Why?" Vikram's voice was low, his grip on her waist tightening almost possessively. Parwati's breath caught in her throat as she attempted to explain, "You're getting married, and..." "And you're in love with Gaurav, or is it Ajay?" Vikram's words were sharp, his hold on her becoming even more constricting. SYNOPSIS : In the realm of Paudhagarh, Queen Parwati Verma finds herself trapped in an abusive marriage, devoid of love. However, her world is turned upside down when her kingdom falls into the hands of the ruthless King, Vikram Singh Rathore of Rajputhana. Vikram, scarred by a failed marriage and hardened by a life of war and crime, holds a cynical view of women and love. Yet, his chance encounters with Parwati challenge his beliefs, stirring a familiar longing within him. As they navigate a precarious dance of power and emotion, Vikram must confront his prejudices and Parwati her fears, lest they miss the chance at a love neither believed possible. "𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘪, 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘐𝘓 𝘒𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘠𝘐 𝘋𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘒𝘈𝘕?" 〖 cover designed by @msmidnightwrites 〗 HISTORICAL ROMANCE | FICTION Contains mature content & sensitive themes that may be triggering to some.