Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

"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.

One snowy night, one dead body, one alive, two hearts; and three fates to change forever.

Rudraksh Singhaniya , a well known name in the corporate world and one of the young billionaires of India. He is a cold and short tempered man who doesn't believe in love, loves his family but doesn't live with them. Is it possible for a guy like him to fall in love? Diya Sharma is a sweet and simple girl who works under Rudraksh Singhaniya as his PA. Diya wants to give her mother and brother a good life for which she works hard everyday. The girl is traumatised by her past and doesn't want to be involved in any relationship. But fate plays a cruel game with her and she gets forced to replace her boss's bride. With one wrong mistake, Diya's life is threatened as the monsters from her past come knocking on her door. On top of that, she finds out her boss held a special place for her in his heart and promised to never let her go. Let's enjoy the rollercoaster journey of Rudraksh and Diya.

"I 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 him for thirteen years. Then I watched him 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. And suddenly... I became the 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝." "𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he said. "𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭... is to remind you every single day- 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. He never realized he was breaking the girl who had loved him silently, completely, long before hate had poisoned his heart. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𓂃✍︎ ----------------------------------------- Hide until this song ends... and I'll leave you 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. "Run, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲," he whispered. 𝐑𝐮𝐧. 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." She noticed the notebook and pen in his hand as he read fiction. "Taking notes on how to be a 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧?" "No." 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬... 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟*𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. She snaps, "Go. Eat whatever you want. I don't care." He tilts his head, his voice low. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲." ----------------------------------------- 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : ☆ Forced marriage ☆ Morally grey male lead ☆ Childhood friends to lovers

For Jayasvi, life was a delicate bed of blooming roses and hidden thorns. She never complained, yet quietly imagined a universe of secret desires and fantasies. But in her life, to dream of love was forbidden. To dream of him was 'suicide'. Yet, miracles happen. For her, they did. Landing her dream internship under the man she always looked up to, the very man who hiked her interest in politics. And then being claimed by the man she was crazy for, felt like heaven. Everything was a series of miracles which only made her more and more hopeful especially when he was with her. Raghav Hooda was the only son of the most powerful man in the country. The heir to the grandest political and business legacy, yet having fallen for the intern working under his father? Until the dream turns into a cage. What happens when the greatest blessing of your life morphs into your most agonizing curse? What if a few stolen moments of happiness become the exact price you pay for a lifetime of tears?

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

This story is set in the early 1980s of India. The nation had broken free from the chains of colonization, yet in the small towns and crowded streets, another battle was quietly being fought - the battle for the freedom to love. This is not just a story of first love, but of courage, sacrifice, and two souls who found each other in a world that wasn't ready for them. A tale not just of love, but of longing - for the freedom to choose, to dream, to live... together. Dive into their story... to see what destiny has written for their hearts.

( previously known as | owned by him | ) He is a psychopath... "Vihaan Singhania" Living deep inside a hidden mansion, buried within the dark forest, far from the city and the rest of the world. A man who despises human touch, who carries scars of a childhood drenched in trauma... Yet, beneath that darkness, he always craved for her existence. She is a 19-year-old girl living a peaceful college life... "Kiara Rathore" A girl who secretly devours dark romance books, dreaming for her forbidden fantasies to someday breathe into reality. Two different worlds. One cruel obsession. A tale where darkness meets desire. Rest to be continued...