Sitara Arulmozhi Varman, A girl who's known as the sunshine of her family, admired as a leader and a role model by many ties the knot with Dev Varma. A man who's not of warmth, but of will. Calculated. Disciplined. Relentlessly precise. A man who's known for flawless execution of his work and the quiet strength behind his success. Admired for his vision, feared for his precision. As she begins adjusting to her new life, Sitara finds herself slowly falling for her husband. For the man the world defines as cold and calculated, yet who shows her care, respect, and a love left unspoken. And the unexpected part? Dev had already fallen for her.. To him, she is not just his wife. She is his partner. His strength. His everything. ✨Tropes :- South Indian Telugu X Tamil Protective husband Shy Fl x Calm Ml Arranged marriage Love at first sight Sunshine Fl x Grumpy Ml

"Leave my hand Rudra!", Kriti screamed at the top of her lungs. He remains silent , pulling her despite her resistance. "Rudra you can't do this! What is wrong with you? I'm supposed to be married today", she tries to pull away from his grip "Panditji start the rituals ",Rudra instructed Kriti couldn't even think of escaping, there were several bodyguards surrounding them, one wrong step and God knows what would happen to her. She meekly follows all the rituals with welled-up eyes, reminiscing their past. How different he used to be than he is now! Kriti Malhotra..A fun-loving,outgoing ,extroverted yet studious girl meets Rudra Jauhri,a quiet nerd in college. What does fate have in store for them? Read the story to find out!

Book 2 in Crimson Crown series Pratha Touch. Claim. Defy. He wasn't born to follow rules. He was the kind of man who made them - and then broke them, just to see who'd dare stop him. In a world built on rituals and fear, Shamsher Dev Thakur roared like a lion. Defeating, yet never bowed. He wasn't from her village. He wasn't part of their traditions. But he was the only man who looked her in the eye... and didn't flinch. She was barely a whisper - a young girl, full of laughter one moment and wrapped in white the next. A bride one day. A widow the next. Left to rot in a corner, forgotten by fate, punished by a world that decided she had lived too much already. But he saw her. She was just... sitting. Still. Staring into nothing. It broke the heart of the man like him. But he made the most dangerous decision of his life: To go against a village that wasn't his. To claim a girl the world had already declared untouchable. To marry her. Not out of love. Not yet. But out of pure, ruthless defiance. This is not a love story. This is the beginning of a war. One man. One girl. And an entire society trying to tear them apart.

Scene one- She pick her phone and handbag, then stand in front of me, head high,eyes challenging, little smile and says "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂" She leaves, hips swaying, completely aware of the effect she has. My breath hitches. No. Stop. Control yourself, Scene two- As I am entering, I see that fucker shouting ,pointing directly at my wifey. "Who the hell are you hnnn" "𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝘂" I replies in cold voice sending a shiver down his spine. With three long steps, I reach him and punch that fucker three times and tell mumma and bunny to go in. But to my shock, my biwi take two steps ahead and kick that fucker hard at most sensitive area with her heels . With a smiling face she move in. Scene 3- He close his eyes, breathing unevenly, my name escaping from his mouth at end. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆" Leaving his hand, taking two steps back, arms cross, in low and teasing voice, I speak up "𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵" He open his dark eyes , stare at me shamelessly, finally speak up "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲" I chuckle, and move ahead.Placing my feet softly over his feet,closing the distance to his ear, sending a soft breath teasingly near his ear and whisper, "𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆" He stand there, System hange 440 volt ka jatka Banda out of planet Please don't judge my book, it's my first book. You need to read till chapter 12 for all above scenes. Tropes- IPS Officer × Professor Mature × Childish Arranged Marriage He Fell First & Harder Strong fl

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

Iti Sehgal × Shiv Pratap Singh Rathod "Iti,aapne sindoor kyu nhi lagaya h?shadi shuda h ab aap,yeh toh suhaag ki nishani hoti h,bina sindoor lagaye sabke saamne jayengi toh log baatein karenge"She said as she saw that Iti hadn't applied vermilion in her hair partition. "Maaf kr dijiye....hum...hum bhul gaye the"Iti said getting scared that she would get scolded now. "Yaad rakhna seekh lijiye kyuki log baatein krna nhi bhulenge"Nanisa Hukum said and Iti nodded. "Hum abhi lagakr aate h sindoor"Iti said but Padmini Devi stopped her and instead asked a househelp to get the kumkum from the mandir of the palace. Shiv stared at Iti,her eyes staring right at him before she looked away not being able to stare into his intense gaze. ______________________________________ "Hum thik h"Iti said softly her voice barely audible if he wasn't paying all of his attention to her. "Hamari taraf dekhiye jab aap humse baat kr rahi ho"Shiv said in a not so gentle voice,he wasn't used to people not giving him attention! Iti immediately stared at his face out of fear.This was the first time he had spoken to her in that tone. He had always been gentle and soft spoken what happened to him? "Hamari taraf dekhiyega agli baar se jab aap hame kuch keh rahi ho,ya hum aapse kuch keh rahe ho"Shiv simply stated and she nodded her head at that.

Nirvair Sehgal × Iknoor Iyer "Kya hua h?"He asked as he stood in front of her staring at her teary eyes. "Me..meri payal kho gayi h"Iknoor said as more tears fell down her eyes. He sighed. Sure he didn't want this marriage but she was his wife now and anyways he didn't like her crying. "Relax...mil jayega,mein dhundta hu"He said as he started looking for the silver pagal she had worn during their wedding. A flash of light reflected from the swimming pool and he sighed in relief when he spotted the silver payal upon a close watch. Without waiting for any second,he straight away jumped into the pool. Iknoor gasped at his actions.It was freezing cold in Vishakapatnam and he jumped into the icy water. He emerged out of the pool,water dripping down his body,his biceps flexed as he moved his shoulder length hair back and walked towards her, holding the pagal in his left hand. Iknoor forwarded her hand to take it from him but she gasped for the second time that night when instead of giving it to her he bent down in front of her. Slowly lifting her saree a lil above,he tied the pagal on her left ankle. "Dubara mat khona isse..... it's getting cold get inside"He said and left leaving behind a very surprised Iknoor. She fell first,he fell harder.

#3 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩" 🂱 ♕︎ 🂱 ♕︎ 🂱 The Rajvanshs and Shekhawats were famously known as the most powerful duo in the country, well-known for their involvement in several underground dark deeds. Both thrones were in the hands of rightful and ruthless kings. Contemplating turning 50 years of friendship into a relationship, both kings decided to arrange a marriage for their next generations. Here comes the future king of the Rajvansh kingdom, the most ruthless, powerful, and feared man in the whole country-Rudrakshit Rajvansh, none other than the son of Adhikansh Rajvansh. One cannot fear the god of death but will definitely try to run for his life if he garners Akshit's attention. Meanwhile, there's the sole daughter of Rajveer Shekhawat-the girl born into this dark world, yet her aura is so bright that even the monsters themselves are blinded by her beauty-Vanya Shekhawat. Being her brother's favorite sister, she's someone everyone fears. Her brother would do anything in his power to keep her safe. Yet, he loses when it comes to her life's decision-watching his sister get married to his best friend, knowing exactly what he is capable of. Here comes the question: Will he hurt her? I bet love can never be the beautiful twist in this dark, heartbreaking story-yet one can only hope so.