Married to a man who never wanted her, Kavya learns to live in silence. Siddharth Agnihotri, a cold and powerful CEO, made it clear-this marriage is nothing but a contract. But when she carries his child, everything changes... or does it? Neglected, unseen, and slowly breaking, Kavya begins to lose herself-until the day she stops trying. And that's the day Siddharth finally starts to notice. This is my first time writing something 🥲 Story is mine. Images are all AI. Hope you enjoy reading! Do not hate...I'm sensitive af.

In the heart of Pakistan, fiery activist Meerab Ahmed clashes with arrogant agri-tech tycoon Murtasim Khan on a turbulent flight. Sparks fly, egos shatter, and fate forces them into an arranged marriage neither wants. As arguments turn into stolen glances and hatred melts into passion, two strong-willed souls discover that the greatest love stories are often born from the fiercest fights. Clash of Hearts- Where love wins not by surrender, but by choice.

A feud that bleeds rivers of blood through the streets the of two cities,separated by just a desert area as thin line drawn between these two cities.When a third enemy begins to target these two must finally come together,in a way that connects two people and two families.

A different take on my favorite couple...instances from the show if the story was written differently. Meerab and Murtasim get married under the same circumstances, but they don't have a contract.

Meerab X Murtsim ( 21 x 32 ) She's a Baby to him , Still he Smirks after draining out the life out of her. Her every action affects him like anything never did. She claims , It was forceful , While her heart flatters on his each action. Her breath hitches still she grits the teeth And he , He smiles. Rare view of his lips curved softly , only for her. Because he knows , His girl is His . Only His . And he chants this like prayer.. Mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Murtsim , I am repeating It , I just went to Meet him " She was full if sweat , Her legs already trembling Before she completes sentence he took another step towards her.. " Even after I denied..?." His tone didn't feel like He would accept any excuse His eyes were red , Full of rage.. He was standing there gazing her with same emotionless cold eyes at , while his hands resting in pocket.... He started taking more steps towards her... His each step was hitching her breath... Her steps effortlessly started going backwards.. " Murtsim ..what... what are you doing this..." When he didn't stop , " Murtsim Stop it , Just Stop tracking me every... Everywhere.." out of stress she shouted.... Her feets curling to her dress and breath already hitched... Gulping hard after a pause , She said those words... Words To touch the last nerve of him , to shread the control he was holding barely... " I.. I am just a toy To you , If.. If you don't trust on me for my character....." Her voice was holding pain and betrayal she just faced... And He stopped... His jaw clenched .... Anger flowing through his eyes .... " Strip ." He said , his voice was commanding... Her body shivered... " Kya.. kya badtmizi he ye...." " I said s_t_r_i_p .... " He spelled it.. His voice wasn't loud , It was a silent threat , Forcing her to obey.. " You just said , I treat You like a Toy , Let me prove it to you.. " _______________________ || Dark romance || || Obsession carved with love ||

Kashvi Mehra has always believed in love-the soft, hopeful, sunshine-filled kind she sketches into her designs, the kind she dreams about in her quietest moments. And for years, she thought her future was certain: she was to marry, her high-school classmate-turned-boyfriend, charming, successful, and ready to commit... or so she thought. But life has a way of shattering plans. On the eve of her wedding, a shocking betrayal turns everything upside down. A single video, a moment of recklessness, and Kashvi's world crumbles as she faces heartbreak in the most public way imaginable. Standing at the altar, unsure of what the future holds, whispers fill the roomwho will marry her now? Will anyone? And then, quietly, someone from her past appears-someone who has always cared for her, someone whose love has been steady, patient, and unspoken. But can she trust him? Can she let go of the pain and allow her heart to believe in love again? A story about choices, heartbreak, unexpected hope, and the quiet presence that might just change everything-if only she's ready to see it.

"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.

🖤 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?