​⚠️ IMPORTANT NOTE: This is Season 2. If you haven't witnessed the rise and fall of the Roy Choudharys, you MUST read Season 1 first to understand the blood feud and the heartbreak that led us here. Don't step into the fire if you don't know how it started. Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Saturday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 250K to 300K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

Katie didn't move away from Cork because she lost her feelings for Patrick. She moved away because she realized she felt invisible. In a circle of people that had known each other since they were kids, she was always one step behind, missing the inside jokes, being added to plans instead of being part of them, standing beside Ex-boyfriend but never really being in the circle. The pain of feeling lonely among people stung more than being alone ever could. And the worst part? Nobody noticed. Not even him. So, she chose herself. Dublin was her do over, a place where she wasn't "the girlfriend" or "the extra" but just Katie. Distance was supposed to make things easier. Instead, it made everything obvious. Because when she's gone, the void she leaves is hard to ignore. And when Patrick grabs her wrist before she rides off into the sunset once again, he finally gets what he didn't see before, she didn't want perfection. She just wanted to be seen. Now, with visits becoming second chances and new promises instead of old mistakes, Katie has to figure out if coming back means she'll have to feel invisible again or if this time, she's finally being chosen, loud and clear.

They didn't give her a trial. They gave her a husband. Shravani Mehra was never meant to be a bride. She was built to survive sharp-minded, self-made, and untouchable in a world ruled by men who mistook fear for power. Until one night changed everything. A death. A legacy drenched in blood. And a verdict delivered not by a court, but by the most feared name in the city. Aviraj Rathore. King of an empire built on silence and obedience. A man who doesn't ask he claims. A man who believes control is justice and marriage is the cruelest punishment. He doesn't want Shravani's love. He wants her contained. She doesn't want his mercy. She wants her freedom even if she has to burn his throne to get it. What begins as vengeance becomes a war of wills. What looks like hatred starts to feel like obsession. And in a house where power decides survival, only one truth remains: This is not a love story. It is a standoff between two people too dangerous to surrender. And in a marriage forged as a sentence, only one will kneel - or both will fall.

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

After spending most of her life surrounded by the noise and chaos of the big city, Winnie Grant found herself yearning for something quieter-something real. When the restlessness became too loud to ignore, she did the unthinkable: she quit her job, packed away the pieces of her old life, and accepted a new position in Red Lodge, Montana-a small town where everyone knew everyone, and secrets traveled faster than the wind. As the city skyline disappeared in her rearview mirror, Winnie could only hope she was making the right choice. Her new home was everything she hadn't realized she needed-quiet, quaint, and surrounded by the kind of stillness that made her both uneasy and comforted. After a few days of settling in, curiosity (and perhaps a touch of loneliness) led her to the local bar-a warm, wood-paneled place that smelled faintly of pine and spilled whiskey. That was where she met him. Sheriff Ben Langley. The man everyone in town seemed to know, and more than a few wished would so much as glance their way. Steady, reserved, and impossibly grounded in this small-town life-he was the last kind of man Winnie expected to notice her. But that night, under the soft glow of the bar's lights, it was the newcomer-the woman with city eyes and a quiet kind of courage-who caught his attention.

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.