an Indian desi story in which the girl has to marry her prospective father-in-law , a widower, to save her dignity and her family's honour, when her groom runs away on the wedding day. what begins as duty turns to care, desire and slowly love between them as they accept each other as husband and wife❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 RANKINGS : #2 in India on 24/12/25 #1 in arrangemarriage on 17/12/25 #1 in accidentalmarriage #1 in rural #1 in silentlove #1 in duty #1 in acceptance #1 in intimate 🔥🔥🔥

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

❛You all must have heard that a ray of light is definitely visible in the darkness which takes us towards light. But what if instead of light the devil is seen in the darkness?❜ ✧ AVAYAN SINGH RATHORE, A twenty eight years old handsome, but arrogant and short tempered man. Apart from anger he has no other emotion. For everyone he is the chair person of 'Rathore Group of Construction', but in actuall he is a Mafia King, The Mad Wolf, whose name is enough to make the world tremble but no one knows the face behind this dangerous name. He never thought that a girl would suddenly come into his life and with her arrival, he would be able to feel the beats of his dead heart, he would be able to feel the emotion of love in his hate-filled dark life. ♡ NITYA SINHA, A twenty two years old beautiful, sweet and innocent girl. She lost her parents and her stepmother has made her life hell. She wanted to sell her for money. She has a lot of love for everyone in her heart but she never got anyone's love. But she never thought that someone would come into her life who would love her the way she always wanted. ✧ The story of two broken souls who healed each other through the feelings they had for each other. BOOK #01 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

𝐃𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐀𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭| 18+ ♡ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♡ 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊? He questioned, anger and pain battling in his eyes. 𝑱𝒆𝒆, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒌𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊!! She replied, her heart screaming in silent agony. -★ 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 ! A strong yet fragile soul. A girl who lost everything the day she became his bride-her name, her freedom, her voice. Her heart held grief and fire, struggling to survive in a world where she was trapped by a fate she never chose. -☆ 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 ! Not just a man of power, but a man born to dominate, raised to never lose. Marriage was a path to control, a way to bind someone who was never meant to be his. Yet beneath the commands and unyielding authority, a different desire lurked, waiting to surface. ❁✿ They say opposites attract-let's see if it works for Meerab and Murtasim. Will they ever accept the other? Will hate slowly turn into something more? To know how rage softens, glances linger, and hearts collide-you have to dive into the book !! T R O P E S • Arranged marriage • Slow burn • Grumpy X sunshine • Love after marriage • Enemies to lovers • He fell first and harder • Strong MMC • Age gap • Little bit secrets [Childhood] • "The moon is beautiful tonight", kind of love • ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.

" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 " Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride. My heart. The reason I breathed. But now... now for the first time in my life-I questioned everything. Did I love the right man? Posessive MMC. Might be triggering

"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄" " Why are you making it difficult for me? Just leave me the fuck alone" Aanya said or more like screamed those words on his face. " Oh, so my Baby does know how to curse. Amusing." He said, with a pained smile plastered on his face. " You..." Her words were sealed between her lips when she found he was standing right infront of him. Their forehead touching each other while their lips just an inch apart. She raised her hands to hit his chest. " I fucking hate you " She whispered the words against his lips while hitting him. Her eyes held unshedded tears and anger flashing through them. He held her hands and put a halt on her actions. His voice turning darker and lethal. " You don't hate me Aanya and you know it and this will be the first and last fucking time these words will slip through your pretty lips. Am I clear?" He warned her while caressing her face while his thumb wiping the tears sliding through her eyes. " Kyu kr rhe hain aap yeh sab ?, Kya hazil kr lenge aap aise? " Her lips were trembling as she muffled a pained sob before her lips. It's been a year since he lost her. Now, he is back to make her his and this time, separation is not a choice he will give her. ************ _______________ #1 india on 11/11/2023 #1 childhoodsweethearts on 11/11/2023 #1 desi on 14/11/2023 ________________