_____________________________________ ✨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 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!!

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦...𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫❞

Never in my life I imagined my whole twenty three years of my life changing with the single "yes" from HIM. I never wanted him to say yes! Hell, I never expected my father to propose for my marriage in the first place, with him.. that too in-front of the whole kingdom... to the King The RATANVEER CHAUHAN. And i have no clue why such a great king and the ruler wants to marry me, I never really knew him. I know nothing about him except his name. Probably it's the same with him, there is no way he could have heard of me let alone hate or.. love! Then Why ME??? And this is my story, the story of the Princess Sanyukta who was pushed into the loveless marriage by her own family. Her journey to unknown empire, his kingdom. Let's learn the difficulties she faced, joy that she enjoyed, Pride that she became and how her life turned upside down along with the people of "their kingdom" through her journey, the never ending saga of wisdom, charisma and love. This book is purely and totally fictional. No bias towards any religion or personality! If you want to dive into my magical world of love and war, peep in ❤️ PS: The pictures are taken from Pinterest and credits will be given to the concerned creator 🙌 And people while commenting please use English yaar🙏🏼😇

Arav Singh Rathore, the King of Jaipur - untouchable, arrogant, powerful. She's the curvy, middle-class girl who never stood a chance. Until she did. Radha never imagined her first job would land her face-to-face with Aarav Singh Rathore - the cold-hearted CEO feared across continents and worshipped by millions. But from the moment she walks into REH, everything changes. She's too innocent. He's too dangerous. And yet... he can't look away. What begins as a professional encounter quickly spirals into late-night tension, forbidden feelings, and a dangerously possessive obsession. " He ruled a kingdom. But she's the only thing he can't control."

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 Gauri0320

⋆𐔌𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤.ᐟ ₊ ꒱ For those who love, ❝she wanted to be someone's khawaish and not someone's need... unknown of the fact she was his everything❞ Kind of trope. ★ ────── · · ⋆.𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 -A simple middle-class girl, with a heart as pure as chasni and a tongue sharp as a scissor. She believed she had failed in everything she ever tried-whether it was friendship, being the perfect student, the ideal daughter, or winning the love of her crush. At just an 11th grader, she was already earning for her family by teaching younger kids. Balancing studies, responsibilities, and her own silent battles wasn't easy, yet she kept fighting. She was a - "Chahun mai ya na" girl. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ───── 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ˙⋆. -Everyone saw him as nothing more than a rich, spoiled kid. But beneath those expensive jackets and that mask of a teasing smile, he carried scars he believed would never heal. What he craved wasn't wealth or admiration, but something far simpler - attention and love, feelings he had never truly known. He didn't long to be loved; he longed to feel loved. He was a - "tu jane na" boy. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧ She didn't buy her important biology notes cause she wanted to gift him something he can treasure forever on their last day. Unknown of how he didn't sleep for two months so that he can write all the notes for her, knowing how she never took things bought from someone else's money. "tumhe to sitare pasand nahi the..." she said teasingly, while sitting beside him. "tumse nahi mila tha kabhi" He replied staring in her eyes, hoping to see her smile she did.

‎‧₊˚✧ Previously known as Love Between Hate ✧˚₊ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝑭𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒂~ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. ꧁ᬊᬁ𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖞, 𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ᬊ᭄꧂ 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓈. 𐙚 ⋆˚Aakarsh Singh Mehrotra X Ikshita Singhania ⋆˚꩜｡۶ৎ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ ɪꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ⌯⌲⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bound by the flames of revenge, yet chasing different prey, their worlds collided. She was sold to him-nothing more than a pawn, a possession in his ruthless game. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ‎‧₊˚✧They tried to shatter them. Instead, they rose-like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes..❤︎‎✧˚₊‧ 𖹭 ᴊᴀʙ ɴᴀꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴘᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀʙ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴡᴀɴɢᴀɴɪ ᴋɪ ʜᴀʀ ʜᴀᴅᴅ ᴘᴀʀ ᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴋᴀʀᴇɴɢᴇ. 𖹭 top trending in India at #3, in Canada at #4 & #5 thrice, in UK #2, in US #5 ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ꧁ঔৣ☬✞ᯓ ✈︎✞☬ঔৣ꧂

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞," he growled. "Y-yes," she shuttered. "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈?" he demanded darkly. "Hu-husband," she gulped hard. "𝐇𝐮𝐡?" he asked, his voice dark. "My hu-usband. My O-owner," she swallowed again. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥," he said, his voice dripping with authority. -ˋˏ ༻ ❁ ✿ ❀༺ ˎˊ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

His face dipped in the crook of her neck. She was caged in between the cupboard and his hand. His one hand was beside her head, and the one was on her waist. He inhaled deeply, his nose grazing the soft skin of her neck. She shivered and cluthched her saree tightly in her hands . He backed away slightly, only met her gaze as their eyes looked. The dominance, desire, and hint jealousy did'nt go unnoticed by her. His eyes moved to her lips, but as she took a deep yet shaky breath, he backed away slightly. His hands cuped her throat, and his fingers rubbed it softly. "𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he whispered, his voice laced with danger and his tone hiding something beneath it. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 a man who belongs from the famous business family in India. He is not a sunshine type but a type who has the power to finish anyone just in the blink of an eye. He never wanted to marry in his late 20s his aim was to take his company on first place in an international market. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 a woman who belongs from a very well-known business family she never had interest in her family business and her family respected that she is a graphic designer . She is a sunshine girl who is kind to everyone, and always has a smile on her face but what will happen when she is forced to marry aryan?? What wil happen when both the opposite will marry each other?? °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･