Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

" You'll have to warm my bed every single night, you will always be available for me. And during this period you will not come in contact with any men- " Mr. Noah puts out his conditions, his voice emitting authority. " I'm not in a relationship with anyone so I won't be having sex with anyone except you, you can trust me on that one. " I reply quickly. " Oh no sweetheart, I'm not talking about that. You will not talk to any man or come in contact with them, as long as you are my mistress. You see I am a bit possessive of my things. " He says with an evil glint in his eyes, standing awfully close to me. " I'm not a thing but a human being. " I object. " Doesn't matter now. You're body is my property for the entire month. " He replies carelessly. " As I was saying, you'll be my mistress and work for me in this office at the same time. You'll be my personal secretary. Make coffee, fetch me lunch and so on." He states. " And one more thing waitress, I hate disobedience and disrespect. Make sure you have no trace of that when appearing in front of me or else I'll make you hate your exiatance." He threatens, who does he think of himself to be, God? I just nod to his unfair demands, this is more like slavery. But what other choice do I have? Emma is an 18 year old girl, struggling to make ends meet. She does part time jobs to take care of her little brother Tim. In dire need of money she ends up blackmailing the business tycon, Noah Enrique. The most ruthless billionaire. Noah traps Emma in his claws and offers her to become his mistress. Having no choice left, she takes the offer. But this is only the starting of her misery as Noah wants to make Emma's life hard for trying to defame him. He wants to teach Emma a lesson as to why people are scared of him in the first place. She made a mistake, and now she has to pay for it. Read on to find how the story unfolds.

A promise that has been made years ago ended tying two people in a sacred knot ... Her alliance got fixed with his brother but she ended up being his wife as Destiny played its card.... He never wished to get married...while she has always dreamt of being a wife and having her own family.... Join the journey of Prithivi and Pallavi to see what chaos this sudden marriage will bring into their lives .....

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

His second wife is his first priority. A story of second marriage and the efforts and pains of the first wife.....

Prologue:- " Who are you?"He asked her, pushing her against the wall, trapping her between his arms. " What do you mean?"She asked, feeling confused. " Did we know each other before marriage?? Have we met before?"He asked her, pulling her close to him. " No!! We have not met before. Why are you asking?"She asked, panicking inside. " Nothing!! Sometimes I feel I know everything about you then next second, I feel I know nothing about you, the real you. You are becoming a mystery to me", He said, placing his forehead against her forehead. " Then let me remain a mystery", she said, looking in his eyes. " Sweetheart!! I forgot to tell you, I love mysteries", he said smirking, making shivers run down her body. Will he be able to solve this mystery?? Where will Destiny take them?? Here is our new story.. I hope you guys like this story...... Full story available on stck

Vansh Rai Singhania is not only a name but a tag for Indian Buisness World. But from last two years his world has been stirred deeply by the untimely death of his darling wife - Mrs Riddhima Rai Singhania. His baby son - Ridhvik sometimes gets panick attack for missing his momma. While at the other corner of the world, a girl gets up each night in mid-sleep with screaming loud : "Vansh!..Ridhvik!" What could be the link between these two pictures? Is it one frame only to be known as A Broken Frame! Feeling interested? Then let's peep into the story to know further!

Her POV :- He has been always there in my mind and heart....and in prayer also! Praying for his well being and health has been my daily routine. But guess what, I was never meant to be the special one for him! I was just a replica to his love as still now his heart belongs to HER....even 'our' room (with a sad smile) reminds of HER presence in between us. (with a sigh) The Replaced Bride..I am to him! Am I ever going to be the ONLY ONE in his life....or the other woman as he says to me. May be we were never meant to be..just like, he was never mine..NEVER!!!