Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Some love stories are written in fate... but lost in time. When industrialist Ranvijay Agnihotri arrives in the quiet village of Mehargarh, he expects nothing more than a business venture. But fate has other plans. In the heart of the village, he meets Durga, a young woman with fire in her spirit and warmth in her soul. What begins as a fleeting attraction soon turns into an all-consuming love. Promising to return with his family and make her his forever, Ranvijay leaves for the city-only to disappear without a trace. Back in Mehargarh, Durga waits. Her calls go unanswered. Her world collapses when she is forced into marriage with a man who has always been obsessed with her, a man who played a cruel trick to separate her from Ranvijay. Years pass. Destiny intervenes. When Durga and Ranvijay cross paths again, his eyes hold no recognition but her heart refuses to forget. As buried truths resurface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will love conquer oblivion? Or will time and fate win once again? ....

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) Book 1 in Crimson Crown series In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...

His Peaceful life turned chaotic the day she stepped into his life. She is hiding so many secrets which can be dangerous for his clan and He will never let anyone destroy the empire his forefather made with great passion. There are so many enemies who are eyeing Suryavanshi's and she could be one of them. He never breaks his promise. His words helds its own beauty. He Knows that she will his toughest competition. Meanwhile, will he be able to ignore the unknown pull towards her which forces him to re-think about her that there is something else which is hidden from him. Alas! Where will a relationship full of hatred and secrets take him? _______ Her life has always been adventurous. Its her life and her rules. She is a rebel. A beauty with so many secrets. A simple girl with not so simple life. The day she stepped into his life, she knew that he will create hurdles in her life but She ain't less than him. If she loves someone the most in the world, then it is her mother. Her promises are always half, Every color of her intentions helds its own grace. Will she able to give him competition. Leaving all this apart, will she be able to ignore the pull towards him. Will she be able to change his mind for her. Alas! Where will a relationship full of hatred and secrets take her. ________ In the middle of everything, How will their love story emerge. If he has anger issues then she is no less. If he spits fire then she is cold as ice. The heat of his body melts the frozen paths of her heart. He sets rules and she breaks them. The story based on revenge, filled with conspiracy and misunderstanding. _________ Start- June 7, 2023 End- July 14, 2023 A Fictional story. This work is mine so please do not copy or report it. Its my hardwork. Everything is fictional except the places. Do not hate comment in the story. If you don't like it, then leave it. As simple as it sounds. Alas! Let's meet in the story. _________

"Please rahabji leave me ,I'll obey u as long as I live ,please please i beg u don't kill me"a fragile girl was terabely crying and hanging in air by her neck, the man holding her by her neck had no emotion in his eyes,he's just looking at the poor girls struggle to escape "sorry sweetheart ,this is the only choice left,and I'm gona miss u so much ,good bey love" saying this he left her neck from his hold "aaahhhh"the girl fell of the cleft close to death r may b away from these monsters torture . who r they? Y that man kill that girl?what relation do they share? Rahab singhania,a monstrous being ,evil ,ruthless, arrogant short tempered awa handsome as devil.the one and only supreme commander of Asia continent. The Mafia's dangerous boss Meeti ,an ordinary girl of 18,innocent sweet and golden hearted girl.an orphan,love to sing and a selfless sacrificing natured .

Book 2 in Crimson Crown series Pratha Touch. Claim. Defy. He wasn't born to follow rules. He was the kind of man who made them - and then broke them, just to see who'd dare stop him. In a world built on rituals and fear, Shamsher Dev Thakur roared like a lion. Defeating, yet never bowed. He wasn't from her village. He wasn't part of their traditions. But he was the only man who looked her in the eye... and didn't flinch. She was barely a whisper - a young girl, full of laughter one moment and wrapped in white the next. A bride one day. A widow the next. Left to rot in a corner, forgotten by fate, punished by a world that decided she had lived too much already. But he saw her. She was just... sitting. Still. Staring into nothing. It broke the heart of the man like him. But he made the most dangerous decision of his life: To go against a village that wasn't his. To claim a girl the world had already declared untouchable. To marry her. Not out of love. Not yet. But out of pure, ruthless defiance. This is not a love story. This is the beginning of a war. One man. One girl. And an entire society trying to tear them apart.

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The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐟é 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬-𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? ✧･ﾟ: 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 :･ﾟ✧ - 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 - 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 - 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 - 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 & 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 🏅🏅🏅🏅 #1 in fantasy fiction (30/06/25) #4 in magical realism (30/06/25) #5 in cursed (5/07/25)