"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

Glimpse : - Raj has always hated responsibility. He grew up seeing betrayal, control, and neglect, he doesn't believe in marriage or family life. He lives alone, earns just enough for himself, and likes it that way. The idea of being a husband or father scares him. He never wanted to marry, but now he finds himself trapped in a wedding he tried to escape. He has no expectations from this marriage and plans to stay distant. Avni's life has been full of comparison and sacrifice. She is a twin, and her sister Disha has always been favored and given everything first. She grew up in her sister's shadow, getting hand-me-downs and being overlooked in studies, looks, and skills. When her sister's wedding ran into problems because of dowry, Avni was suddenly offered as a replacement bride to save her sister's marriage . She felt trapped again, and forced to compromise her happiness for others.... RAJ x AVNI ♡ Strangers to partners to lovers ( first 6 chapters are boring )

🖤 Genre: Dark Desi Erotic Romance 💢 Vibe: Hate-marriage | Enemies-to-lovers | Powerplay | Smut-laced emotional unraveling 🏛️ Setting: New Delhi - elite corridors, government bungalows, high society scandal Tara Sen - She's the rebellious, spoilt daughter of a powerful IAS officer -~ wild, untamed, and unapologetically herself. Ishan Maitra - He's a young, cold, righteous IAS officer - disciplined, strict, and bound by tradition. Forced into a marriage neither wanted, their worlds collide with fiery resentment and sizzling desire. She mocks tradition; he enforces it. She dresses to provoke; he preaches restraint. But every argument ends with bruising kisses and lingering glances and desperate hungry nights that neither can resist. He ruled the law. She broke every one. Then they were bound by the one law neither could escape - marriage. 🥇#1- IAS 🥇#1- Aristocrat 🥇#1- Hot husband 🥇#1- Strong 🥉#3- Lead ⚠️ Disclaimer: If you're looking for tea and polite kisses, move along. This story serves heavy-duty smut with zero apologies - think tangled sheets, savage desire, and a wife who's too hot to handle. Prepare to blush, swoon, and question all your life choices. You've been warned. 😈🔥 For the brave only. 🔥💋

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

"𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇." They told me her name would bring influence. That her bloodline would open doors no campaign ever could. That marrying her would tie me to the minister whose word sways cabinets and commands kings. I was twenty-two, hungry and unshaken- A 𝒢𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓏𝒾 by name, born of legacy and cold-blooded business. So I agreed. To the alliance. To the girl. 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾. She was fifteen when they marked her as mine. Eighteen when we signed the nikkah. I never saw her-only the tremble of pale fingers, and the quiet grace in her signature beside mine. And then I left. Now, at the brink of becoming the youngest Chief Minister this state has ever seen, they say it's time to complete the picture. Time for her rukhsati. Time to claim the girl I never forgot to remember. She's the granddaughter of a man who could make me king. And somehow, she's also the one thing in this game that feels... undeserved. And now she's waiting. And I don't know if I'm ready. Because what do men like me know of worthiness, when all we've ever known is conquest?

Meerab Ahmed and Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan have been at odds for as long as they can remember. Both from powerful political families whose rivalry has spanned generations, the two have never found common ground. But when tragedy strikes their city of Lahore, Meerab and Murtasim find themselves unexpectedly united in their grief. As they come together to face the aftermath, their relationship begins to evolve in unexpected ways. Little do they know that their love could be the only thing that can save their world from darkness. As they navigate the aftermath of the tragedy, Murtasim and Meerab discover an unlikely connection that transcends their political differences. They begin to understand each other's pain and realize the futility of the long-standing rivalry between their families. Love blossoms amidst the chaos, leading them to question their own beliefs and the world they have known. Their forbidden love becomes a symbol of hope amidst the political turmoil and rebellion gripping Pakistan. Murtasim and Meerab's relationship challenges societal norms and forces their families to confront their own prejudices. The power of their love ultimately becomes a catalyst for change, as they strive to bridge the divide between their families and bring about a more united political clan. Book cover - @ivystarflower

This is the story of Meerab Shahraz Khan and Murtasim Razzaque Mir. Both come from rich and powerful families. Both are strong, proud, and used to getting what they want. Their worlds collide because of family expectations and hidden rivalries. They are forced together in ways neither wants. The story is about their struggles, their battles of will, and the fire that exists between two strong people who refuse to bow.

Unlike Harshavardhan and Aaradhya from Unspoken Love, this couple stepped into marriage willingly-or so they believed. Aanaya was nothing like Aaradhya. She was fire wrapped in flesh: brave, outspoken, emotional, stubborn, confident, and unafraid to raise her voice for what she believed in. And Arvind... he was every bit the opposite. Cold, ruthless, intimidatingly silent, with a sharp wit and a teasing glint in his eyes that appeared only when he chose. On the surface, their marriage seemed like a union of two strong-willed souls. But beneath it lay a truth-an arrangement-one she never asked for, never wanted, and certainly never imagined would define her life. A truth that, once revealed, would change everything. Now, she is trapped in a bond she can't walk away from. And he is tied to a promise he can't break. What happens when the truth finally reaches her? Will she fall for the very man whose nature she once feared? Will he let her in-or let her go? And will love bloom between two hearts bound by secrets? Step into the story of Aanaya, a fierce 24-year-old woman, and Arvind, a 29-year-old man shaped by silence, duty, and shadows. A journey of truth, heartbreak, longing, and an unexpected love neither of them saw coming.

She is Kind He is Ruthless She is calm He is anxious She is a Doctor He is a Mafia Jia Singh Rajput, a kind-hearted and compassionate girl, grew up helping others and became a doctor. She's cheerful, straightforward, and down-to-earth. On the other hand, Rudraksh, a ruthless mafia leader, has only learned to harm and kill. Words like mercy, fear, love, and friendship are unknown to him. One day, Jia witnesses Rudraksh committing a murder. To silence her, Rudraksh forces Jia into marriage. The question now is, what will be the outcome of this forced union? Will Jia lose herself in this marriage, or will she bring life to it? Will this forced relationship transform Jia and Rudraksh, or will it lead to destruction? READ MY NEW NOVEL " MY MAFIA HUSBAND!" ONLY AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD AND COMPLETED ON PRATILIPI. DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD AND INSTAGRAM!! angelicwriter__ ✒️

An arrenge marriage tale dating back to 1970s.... A business man and a middle class girl are tied in a bond of marriage, where they accept each other whole heartedly.... One has high temper while the other is soft hearted. Many unexpected things they have to tackle in their journey. Sometime they may face it together , in somecase they may distance themselves. How will they begin their story with eachother? Facing all ups and downs together how will they stand beside eachother ?.... Let's dive in their story....!!! Another reminder Not every 70s story has the daughter-in-law work like a maid or listen to taunt. | I don't own any of the picture I have used in this story, the credits goes to the original owner |