MRS KHUSHI RATHORE : I am an plussize and dark skin girl who's fate is so unlucky that in the whole 5 years of my marriage I am still sat in a dark corner of my own husband's life as his unwanted, his namesake wife ! Just a unwanted wife even after 5 long years of our marriage I am just a maid in his house and a dirt in his life . whom he always love to ignore like I am nothing to him just nothing!! And like a fool while enduring all this ignorance, hurt, pain, tears, hate, insult, mocks, dislikes, broken pain , rejection, unwanted , burden , loveless by my own husband. I still knocking at his cold heart from the first day to till now after 5 years I am still trying just trying but his cold heart never melts for me in this 5 years of our marriage. How can his heart beats for his ugly wife when he only love the OTHER WOMAN ! (Sad smile) even after 5 years still only love her then how can a unwanted girl get his love.. Not only heartbeats , his every corner in his and on his life only has right of the OTHER WOMAN! where I am just a helpless wife who's tears full eyes still waiting his little love for me after 5 years also. I am still waiting while knowing in my desert life his love's rain never going to drop , his anger eyes never notice my painful tears, his heartless heart never care for my bleeding heart , at the last he never going to love a burden girl like me ever in this marriage even I am die by trying for his love. Cause he already has someone else in his heart from long ago till now after his marriage with my unwanted self. And still my stupid heart just running behind a storm like him without knowing the storm slowly slowly destroying my soul in pain. Also after all of this things my broken heart is still beating for my own husband 's love But painfully he never became mine because he only love her , his love, THE ANOTHER WOMAN (Bitter smile)!!

──── ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ "Who do you belong to?" Her cold, demanding eyes met mine, The only glimmer of light within them was my own reflection staring back at me. "You." My voice trembled as I whispered the answer. She settled herself on my lap, surrounding me with her intoxicating scent, as if to claim ownership. "Exactly," she confirmed, her tone possessive. "You burnt her. Alive" A horrified sigh escaped my lips as my heart pounded in my chest. "And you had the perfect orgasm right next to her burning body. Do you know why? You were focused on me. She was screaming and yet you craved me. You begged me to touch you more. You needed me. Her cries for help, her screams, her burning body; nothing affected you. You just craved me" Her grip on my shirt tightened as she pulled me closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. ────୨ৎ──── NAINA MALHOTRA, A fierce and determined woman, driven by a powerful desire for revenge. Her singular focus fueled her every action, and she pursued her path with relentless determination and unshakable fortitude. "His embrace felt like the first burst of sunlight after a long, dark storm" AARAV MURTY, A kind and compassionate soul, radiating warmth and care towards everyone. He concealed his own struggles behind a bright smile, convinced that everyone deserves love and affection. "I've never taken a life before, but for you, I'd cross that boundary and step into darkness a thousand times" Naina and Aarav, lost in love, were oblivious to their family's secrets. As those truths and lies started to surface, their bond was put to the test. Could their love withstand the storm of their haunted history? A saga of twisted enigma played by masters of manipulation where noone can be trusted. Will love survive? ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ P.S- The initial chapters are highly unedited but I promise it gets better <3

"Break my heart and you will find yourself inside, my little one." A bond forged in childhood, a promise sealed with innocence. Jungkook and Y/n, inseparable friends, vow to marry each other if they don't find their love interests. Years later, the day of their union dawns, casting a spell of anticipation. But as the final vows are exchanged, a shocking twist shatters their beautifully created world. "How can it be that my memories are more alive than I am?" . . . . . . . . . . His Little One ©Moon_3004 Cover credits : @MinaKooKoo

Abhimanyu Singh Rajvanshi Ruthless and formidable in the eyes of the world, Abhimanyu Singh Rajvanshi is a force to be reckoned with. Born into privilege, he has forged his own path through sheer grit and determination, building an empire from the ground up. While many see his relentless dedication to work as his greatest passion, few realize that his heart has been claimed by someone special-someone who rules his heart with an iron fist. Aisha Rajput Aisha Rajput is the epitome of grace and charm. Described as beautiful, alluring, and irresistible, she is the cherished jewel of her family, adored and pampered by all who know her. Despite her captivating smile, Aisha hides a sea of sorrow behind it. Fiercely independent and driven, she strives to earn the pride of her father, concealing her heartbreak from the world. He is cold and ruthless; she is calm yet bold. Abhimanyu has loved Aisha from the moment their paths crossed, but she has been left scarred by past loves. Will he manage to turn his first love into a happily ever after? And can Aisha heal and love him as deeply as he loves her? Their journey is one of passion, pain, and destiny-let's discover where their story leads.

(Book 1 of "Never Alone" series) "Love? huh! who will love a girl like me. I have always walked alone " thought Sarakshi watching the lovey-dovey couples in park. "Love? are you asking me if I love someone? I've already done this mistake once dad, don't expect me to fall in love with someone again. I don't want anyone I can walk alone like I'm doing know, I have you guys and most importantly I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE" said Rashvik furiously to his dad. "dadda why you angry" asked the little boy with tears in his eyes. What will happen when this two are forced to marry each other, will they be happy will they give this relationship a chance? will they ever fall in Love? Tropes: Arranged marriage CEO X CEO Grumpy X introvert Second marriage Single father Past traumas She fell first he fell harder ~YOU NEVER WALK ALONE~ HOPE YOU LIKE THE STORY THANK YOU Insta I'd- @lyr__ish The initial chapters are short and are not completely edited and there's a lot of mistakes. So please ignore it. But as you'll proceed, the chapters are longer and are written in a bit better way! [English is not my first language]

Unlucky in the game of love Steal the heart of Italy "Please don't do this to them, please," I said, begging for the first time in my life. "What wrong they did to you?" "Please leave them, please" "Hey love, listen, relax. Ok, I gonna leave them for you. But you have to do something for that." He said stroking my hair back from the face. "What is it?" I asked. "Marry me" Alisha Srivastava, also known as Lisa, is a simple middle-class 18-year-old Indian girl who is currently focusing on her studies. She lives with her family happily. But on her 17th birthday, she decided to celebrate her birthday in Goa with her friends. She was enjoying her day but she felt eyes on her all the time. She thought it was her overthinking, but she realized on her 18th birthday that visiting Goa was her biggest mistake that ruined her peaceful life. Ace King (28), also known as the God of Death on Earth, is an Italian Mafia. Most feared, ruthless, merciless mafia leader ever alive. He owns the world. The world runs on his fingers. He gets what he wants. His eyes land on something that he shouldn't. But now he wants her at any cost. Read to find out what happened. #1 - hislove (19/09/22) #1 - iloveher(13/12/22) #1 - onlyhis (08/04/23) #1 - teasing (01/05/23) #1 - mylife out of 25k+ (26/01/25)

#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in the room, and I flinched but didn't let it come to notice. I whispered, "Do you know what is the biggest regret of my life is?" "Falling for a sadistic bastard like you." And I left." .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. Ps- Read the extended Prologue from below.

"Bound by Promise" is a story of betrayal, resentment, and an unexpected bond. Vikram Singh Rathore, a successful businessman, is trapped in a marriage of convenience with Meher, the best friend of his late wife. Blaming her and their daughter, Aarvi, for his wife's death, Vikram refuses to acknowledge their connection. Meher, however, is not seeking acceptance-she's fulfilling a promise to her dying friend.

Ayla didn't believe in love. Not anymore. She had loved once-deeply, foolishly-and it had left her wrecked. Now, she didn't do softness, didn't do attachments. And she definitely didn't do Azlan. But Azlan? He was persistent. No matter how many times she pushed, he never snapped, never walked away. Just stood there, annoyingly patient, like he had all the time in the world. Tonight was no different. "Ayla," he called as she brushed past him at the family gathering. She didn't slow. "Busy." "I didn't ask if you were free," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. She exhaled sharply, turning with an unimpressed look. "What do you want?" Azlan shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "You've been avoiding me." "Maybe take the hint," she deadpanned. "I don't care about you. I don't care about your feelings. And I definitely don't want you in my life." That should've made him leave. But Azlan only raised an eyebrow. "Ouch. That was kind of mean, Ayla. You wound me." She crossed her arms. "Good." He chuckled softly. "But see, the problem is, I don't believe you." Her jaw clenched. "I don't care what you believe-" "Of course, you do," he interrupted easily. "Because if you really wanted me gone, you wouldn't be standing here arguing with me. You'd have walked away already." Ayla opened her mouth, then shut it. Azlan's expression softened. "Gotcha." Her hands fisted. "Leave." He nodded, his demeanor sincere. "Okay," he said simply. Ayla blinked. "...What?" "I mean, if you really want me to go, I will," he shrugged. Then, with a gentle smile, he added, "But fair warning-absence makes the heart grow fonder." She scoffed. "Not mine." Azlan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "We'll see." Then, stepping back, he gave her one last playful salute. "Take care, Ayla." Then he walked away. Just like that. And for some annoying reason, she found herself watching him go.

Siddharth singh shekhawat is no·1 business tycoon he is a rude, arrogant,cold gaze men.everyone is talented but he is multi-talented.he knows everything and he is ceo of shekhawat fashion company, shekhawat fashion company has no·1 fashion clothes designs. _________________________________________ Ishqi desmukh is a normal veterinarian.she always wanted to live like a middle class and simple not royal things exist in herlife but her father is best fashion designer of USA so she can't live simple life bcz of her rich family all family members love her like she is a fairy and gone disappear tomorrow.she is a beautiful girl her eyes are almond shape her lips are plumpy her skin is fair like milk and she also has long hairs too. (Siddharth and ishqi father both has best and biggest fashion company but ishqi father has in USA and siddharth has in India) ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨