_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

"तुझे जीत-जीत हारूं... ये प्राण-प्राण वारूँ... हाय ऐसे मैं निहारू...तेरी आरती उतारूं... तेरे नाम से जुड़े हैं सारे नाते..." (Saiyyan) Love that's sacred. Loyalties that are tested. Secrets that can shake nations. In the glamorous heart of Milan, beneath the glint of fashion and fame, lies a covert mission threatening to tear the world apart. Shivaang Shrivastav, a RAW agent operating under the guise of a textile exporter, is on the hunt for a deadly terror-financing network hidden within Europe's elite. But fate throws him into the path of Ruhi Verma, an aspiring designer with a heart full of dreams and a past she's trying to forget. What begins as a forced arrangement slowly turns into a bond neither of them saw coming. Between stolen glances, shadowed enemies, and whispered betrayals, their story unfolds - a tale of love blooming amid lies and hearts beating beneath bulletproof vests. Rati: His Operation Forever is not just a mission. It is a vow. To protect. To serve. And to love, even when everything else demands otherwise. Ranking: #1 in secretidentity #1 in undercovermission #5 in spyromance

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣 × 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 🖤✨ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ( A standalone Novel Also) Untying her the man said, "I got what I wanted you may go back wherever you want" "Do you think they will accept me after everything you have done?" she said giving a vengeful look. "What was my fault? Why do you destroy my life?" she screamed. "Your fault is that you are that man's daughter" he said coldly holding her chin with one hand. . . . Sarfaraaz Talukder Rayan, son of an ex politician is a businessman with secrets. He has nourished an ocean of vengeance from his childhood for an army person. The aim of his life is to destroy that man's dignity and snatch away happiness from his life. Tania Shafiq Hussein, daughter of Major Shafiq Hussein, is a medical student, an epitome of innocence. She is the apple of the eyes of the whole family. . . . What will happen when Tania's peaceful life is destroyed by Sarfaraaz, who makes her hated by her own family, her father who loved him more than anything. How does she help him heal despite being destroyed by him? Will love ever bloom between them or they just remain as enemies?

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

• INDIAN ARRANGE MARRIAGE • ˜"*°•.˜"*° •°*"˜.•°*"˜ "You're my peace within all the Chaos of my life" ˜"*°•.˜"*°• . •°*"˜.•°*"˜ Aarush and Priya were so engrossed in love, that their parents were already convinced that they're a perfect match for each other and encouraged them to get married. They did. They were happily married ever after. But there's a saying, Everything being good just knocks for a big storm, that's what exactly happened with them. Aarush lost his dearest wife to blood cancer. The only thing that helped them survive were their twins. The grief of a son, can't be seen by his mother, she asks him to move on, start afresh, start anew, again. From zero. And being way more reluctant, still agreeing over his mother's wish. He remarried. What will be the fate of the girl he marries to? Will he ever accept her as his wife? Will he ever move on?

NOOR SHEIKH "He always loved her and he still love her, I was never his priority" MUHAMMAD DAIYAN MALIK "You are nothing but a replacement of my first wife. I can give you respect, but don't expect love and care from me, this is the thing I can't give you." Their soul crashed together. They were destined to be together, he never wanted to be with her but later she became someone, he can't live without. They both were opposite to eachother, one was ice and the other was fire. He had decided to not to give his heart to anyone because his heart was owned by someone else. But fate has decided something else .Fate brought them together and they ended up being each other's everything.

Book one of the annihilation series Jeon Min-ho, a name whispered with a mix of dread and respect in the dark alleys of the underworld. He is the epitome of power, a Mafia king whose mere presence commands silence. His lineage is one of blood and honor, tracing back to a legacy crafted by his father and uncle. Min-ho, however, is not just a successor; he is an empire builder, a man who carved his path with a charisma as lethal as his force. His handsome visage is but a deceptive veil over the iron will within. Noor Singh, a princess not just by birth but by spirit, radiates a charm that belies her resilience. Her world shattered when assassins, cold and calculating, took from her what she held dear. In the aftermath, she finds herself a pawn in a game of power, her captors seeking to barter her life for peace with Min-ho. But they underestimated her; she is no mere token to be traded. The assassins' intrusion into Min-ho's domain was a fatal error, a challenge to his authority he cannot ignore. A meeting is set, not for negotiation but for retribution. Yet, amidst the shadow of death, a glimmer of beauty captures Min-ho's hardened heart. Noor, even in her battered state, is a vision that ensnares him. A decision is made: she will be his, but not as a gift from trembling foes. He will claim her as his own after he delivers justice in its most final form. But Noor is no damsel in distress, and Min-ho will soon discover that the fiercest battles come from within. For Noor's spirit is unyielding; she bows to no one. Their worlds collide, a tumultuous clash of wills, and from this storm, a question arises: Can the Mafia king win the heart of the indomitable princess, or will she be the queen to checkmate the king? This tale of power, passion, and defiance is just beginning, and only time will tell how it will unfold. The game is set, the players ready, and the world watches with bated breath as destiny plays its hand.