Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

Aadya has never been in a relationship before. An extremely protective brother being the first reason and her likeness towards older men being the second. She never thought a man would come into her life and sweep her off her feet. However, God had some other plans and she became aware of it when she first saw those three men. Rowdy, handsome, killer and sexy. Some of the words which could describe them. Due to some reasons and her newly sparked feeling for the three alpha men she accepted their proposal of a marriage without much of a thought. However she was unaware that the three men had their own reason for sharing her, making her their wife. There are many secrets and fantasies waiting for her. Some of it will give her pleasure and some of it pain. But one thing was bound to happen, the pleasure will be great, so is the pain. The love will grow until its colour becomes red as blood, the lust will brew until they melt in one another. The fire of passion will burn, turning them to ashes. The ashes of love, lust, pain and desire. The love in her for the three different men will break every boundary of restrictions and she will rule their heart, mind, body and soul. However, will the love survive after knowing the truth and lies of her dear husbands ?

Highest Rank #1 in Pakistan #7 in India #2 in Teenage Ex - Euphoria Ishq agar yunhi mukkammal ho Jaye Toh chahat kis baat ki rahegi * In the heart of the Khan family lies a tapestry of love, tradition, and resilience. Sharar weaves the intricate lives of three couples, each facing unique challenges that test the very core of their relationships. Kaif and Ayla, brought together by an arranged marriage, struggle to reconcile their differing values. Ayla's fierce independence clashes with Kaif's deep-rooted family loyalty, leading them down a path fraught with conflict yet bound by an unspoken bond. Meanwhile, Hanan and Ayat's union is marked by constant quarrels and misunderstandings. As Hanan returns from America, eager to embrace a love he has always cherished, Ayat is determined to resist. Their journey is a testament to the power of perseverance and the quest for mutual understanding. Then, there is Shyra, enigmatic and reserved, who finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Kabir. As she navigates her newfound emotions, Shyra learns that vulnerability and openness are essential for love to flourish. Sharar delves beyond romance, highlighting the importance of family values and the courage to challenge outdated traditions. It is a poignant reminder that self-respect and happiness are paramount, and sometimes, love means letting go of the past to build a brighter future.

"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears." #1 in #polygamy on 3rd June 2026 #2 in #controlling on 3rd June 2026

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu I'm terrible at writing description

I stood there near a man well my soon to be husband which of all I don't even know his name or anything about him. She looked just like an angel. I swear she's an angel. He's so tall and handsome as hell. He's so bad but he does it so well. Does she remember the night they met. He had already seen her for a long time. Being all soft and cuddly just for her. "nobody dares to touch my wife" he growled pulling you closer. Then going home and making love. "are you also forced into this marriage" you whispered to him. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "what do you mean" he whispered "this marriage" you say "no" he says with no sad emotion Then he leaned in closer to you and whispered "I'm the one who asked your parents to give their beautiful daughter to me" he smirked pulling away.

She gave her warm, sweet milk to a dying stranger in the pitch-black dark of a mountain storm. Now, she is locked in his ancient castle as his motherless son's secret wet nurse " and his darkest obsession. He doesn't recognize her face, but her vanilla scent and heavy, overflowing body drive him to primal madness. " You feed my son, Aneesha... but soon, you will be on your knees in my bed, feeding me every single drop that belongs to me."* Step inside the Devil's cage " where her body belongs to his son, her soul belongs to him, and escape is impossible. ANEESHA (24):A shy, curvy girl carrying a tragic secret "and a body overflowing with sweet milk. CHRISTOPHER VANCE (32): Scotland's most ruthless billionaire titan, a single father, and a predator who always claims his prey. . .

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1⟢ #9 in Politics. #1 in Marriage "𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐?" In the realm of shadows and transactions, where every heartbeat has a price, I, Ahvi Sutaria, exist as the untouchable petal of Ravivai Brothel. Born into a world where darkness dances with desires, my mother's role as the procurer grants me an unusual immunity. Perhaps luck shields me, or perhaps it's a different price, one that no man can afford. Advait Singh Oberoi, a man capable of purchasing anything with his wealth, yet my heart remains unattainable. He's a politician who claims to despise women like me, commodities in a world of transactions. Yet, he's buying me with a cost so high, it surpasses imagination. He may acquire my body and soul through marriage, but my heart remains untouched. A rule etched into my existence: never my heart. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. And so, he marries me. -Desi Romance.

She is the Shark Blade of the Mumbai courtroom-sharp, relentless, and feared. Logic, evidence, and the law are the only rules she lives by. Marriage was never part of her equation. Until her father makes a single, unarguable announcement. He has chosen her groom. Not a titan of industry or a fellow lawyer, but Ankur Verma-a quiet priest from the ancient lanes of Kashi. Trusting her father blindly, she leaves behind her high-stakes career, packs her bags, and drives toward the sacred city, believing she is simply stepping into an arranged union. She has no idea she is walking straight into a destiny woven through ancient temples, forgotten promises, and a man whose silence carries more power than any closing argument she has ever won. In a city where faith meets fire, two entirely different worlds collide. Some battles are fought with legal briefs and objections. Others are fought before the gods. What secrets lie buried in Kashi that made her father tie her fate to a priest?