(𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨𝙨𝙨𝙨!!!) "𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀.... 𝗛𝗶𝘁𝘀..... 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘀..... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿? 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴." . . . (𝙋.𝙎 :- This is my first wattpad fan fiction, and i would like to mention Simar Kaur for co-writing this story and sharing this brilliant idea with me, love ya bbg! 💋)

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. He was a 21-year-old army officer, bound to get married because of a promise he made to his grandfather. He had rejected every girl without a second thought. Not because he was cold-never that. He valued life. He valued happiness. He was the sun; he was the warmth. Until the day his eyes met hers- a nineteen-year-old girl, soft-spoken, terrified, unmarried... and pregnant. He didn't know how or why, but suddenly, no wasn't easy anymore. What began as an unforeseen moment grew into something neither of them knew how to name. This isn't history. It's a tale- a soft, healing, unforgettable story of two wounded hearts learning to trust again.

"What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

Her hand trembles when she is about to sign the marriage papers. The very mention of the word marriage reminds her of her past, her first marriage. She had not even peacefully come out of her previous toxic marriage and she is pushing herself into the same hell again. But then fighting with her thoughts, she takes a deep breath and signs the marriage papers and a tear comes out of her eyes as she is not ready to face again all that she faced in her previous marriage. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ " Never forget, the day you break even a single rule of this marriage, I will divorce you and after that you know the consequences." He says after signing their marriage papers And his heart feels heavy as he says these insensitive words to her because after getting her he cannot even think of divorcing her, Divorcing her, isn't even the last thing he would do but still he has no other option except putting this condition before her. And there after hearing his words she looks at him with her blank eyes. Book start : 25.01.2025

READ SUMMARY WARNINGS Military forces from a neighboring country have taken control of Ari's city, only one of many now under occupation. Soldiers patrol every street, watching, destroying, killing... and doing whatever they please. Strict new rules govern daily life, leaving citizens in constant fear. But one fateful night changes everything for Ari in a way she never expected. But deep down, she always knew it was bound to happen. She just never imagined how much she'd come to enjoy it... This is a DARK story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - Dark romance - Mentions of rape - Sex - Obsession -Dominant guy/submissive girl - pregnancy later in the story *no agonizingly slow burn!*

Zoya Akram a 24 year old muslim girl living in Pakistan. Has returned to Islambad after finishing her education. She lives in a joint family with her Chachu (Dads younger brother) family and her Paternal grandparents. Her father is on hunt to find her the perfect guy. Her father Akram is a self made business tycoon who loves his daughter unconditionally or so he says. Zayyad Khan , 25 year old and has his own successful textile industry. His grand parents are looking for his bride whilst he is busy playing childish games with his younger brothers. He too lives with his paternal grandparents. It was love at first sight for Zayyad. Yet Zoya remained oblivious. How do their worlds collide? Will they find happiness or heartbreak. Get ready for tears to be shed and laughs to be laughed. This is the story of Zoya and Zayyad ❤️ WORD COUNT: 32•738

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ᴵᴺ ᴴᴵˢ ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ 𝐒𝚰𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐅 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍 "Crawl to me Jaana" 𝐙𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍 "It hurts"

In a dynasty of doctors obsessed with saving lives, Viraj Vashisht is the only one who knows how to build a life worth living. Viraj Vashisht is the "spare." Sandwiched between an arrogant older brother who is a celebrated Nephrologist and a pampered younger brother studying Neurology, Viraj is the family's quiet disappointment. He is a Landscape Architect-a man who speaks in blueprints and blooms rather than medical jargon. In the chaotic, high-society Vashisht household, his voice is rarely heard, and his presence is barely felt. Manpreet Kaur is a woman of secrets. To the world, she is the dutiful daughter of a dying father, holding her grief behind a serene smile. But in the quiet of the night, she is "Preety"-an anonymous, bestselling author whose words have touched thousands. When her father's stage-four diagnosis forces a heartbreaking promise, she agrees to a marriage of convenience to secure her future. Her father doesn't choose the successful doctor or the brilliant student. He chooses Viraj. Thrust together into a marriage neither asked for, Viraj and Manpreet find themselves drowning in the noise of the Vashisht family's judgment. But as the insults mount and the grief deepens, they discover that their silence is not a weakness-it is a language only they share. When the world tries to tear them apart, the "gardener" and the "storyteller" must decide: will they remain in the shadows, or will they finally raise their voices to protect the sanctuary they've built together? A story of two quiet hearts finding their rhythm in a loud world.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.