THANKYOU FOR 1 MILLION READS!! 🥹🧿 This story is about sweet and kind chubby girl who's 𝟐𝟏 years old living in Mumbai and belongs to middle class family . Her name is...𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋 And About 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐊𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀. He's 𝟐𝟑 years old an immature playboy and a billionaire guy.

~I am not done with you wifey. Not yet.~ Lies. Lies. Lies. And a little more lies. And what did I get in return? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Her ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ The one and only girl I craved. Whose mere presence would drive me insane. But shhh!! She doesn't need to know any of my lies. She doesn't need to know who I actually am. Nothing. She is my wife now. Stuck. Forever. Concealed with my Obsession. (Short story)

TOP 3 = 25 APRIL 2026 In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask-it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce girl with a haunting past, never imagined her life would collide with royalty. But when fate pushes her into the powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her there... It's replacement. The alliance was meant for Tanisha. Aaradhana was never the chosen bride-only the forced one. She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But royal decisions come with a price... and she is the one who has to pay it. Bound in a marriage of obligation, Aaradhana finds herself trapped between rigid traditions, hidden truths, and a husband-Yugveer Singh Rathore-who never wanted a wife to begin with. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. Yet beneath the silence... lies a storm neither of them is ready to face. Because sometimes, the heart that feels nothing... ends up needing the one it never chose. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Can a marriage built on compulsion turn into something real? When power, pride, and passion collide... one woman will rewrite her destiny. She wasn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement. 👑🔥 (Completed)

[𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦] 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 is a tale of obsession, control, and reluctant love. Aarvi, a young girl trapped in a forced marriage to the obsessive and powerful Darshil. Though she resents him and fears his overwhelming love, Aarvi finds solace in the warmth of his family. Darshil is ready to burn the world for Aarvi, who hates him the most. Will she ever truly escape his hold, or is her heart slowly surrendering to him? Other side, Shiv has been in love with Poorva for years, but she sees him only as her brother's best friend's confidant. Determined to change her perspective, he devotes himself to winning her heart through unwavering support and heartfelt gestures. As they navigate the complexities of friendship, Shiv's obsession transforms into a beautiful romance, revealing the depth of his feelings. Will Poorva recognize the love that's been there all along, or will Shiv's relentless pursuit push her away?

"Veer ji!" she declared dramatically, standing like she was leading a protest. "We want to go inside our room. You cannot keep us standing here." OUR room?! "I am your legally married wife," she continued, placing a hand on her chest like she was reciting a national pledge. "And he is your son." I swear to god, my soul left my body for a second. MY WHAT?! "MY SON?!" I exploded, staring at her like she had grown three heads. "Gosh, I HAVE A SON WITHOUT EVEN TOUCHING MY OWN DAMN WIFE?! JUST GREAT!" Siya just smirked. Siya Rathore never imagined herself in an arranged marriage-let alone to Veer Pratap Singh, the cold, brooding heir of a Rajasthani royal family. Where Siya is soft-spoken and gentle, Veer is gruff and distant, a man of few words but piercing stares. Thrown into a world of tradition, grandeur, and expectations, Siya struggles to find her place in a marriage that feels more like a contract than a bond. But in stolen glances and quiet moments, she begins to see glimpses of a man who isn't as unfeeling as he appears. Veer never wanted a wife. But Siya-shy yet strong, delicate yet determined-is unraveling the walls he spent years building. And no matter how much he tries to resist, fate has a way of bringing souls together... even the most unlikely ones. 💛 A slow-burn, grumpy x sunshine arranged marriage romance set against the backdrop of Rajasthan's royal legacy.

Book 1 in "His Peace Series" ✨✨ A girl from India and a boy from the USA met and fell in love with each other on internet. They both imagine their future without meeting each other. But, the girl unwillingly ends the relationship because she can't go against her parents wish and blocked him from all the social networking sites. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• Whereas he came to India after 5 years to make her, his wife. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• "She'll be mine, She has to be mine by hook or by crook" --------------------------------------------------- *HIGLY MATURE CONTENT* --------------------------------------------------- Coming Soon

Life gives ups and downs to everyone. Some sad memories & some good one. But when sometimes the sad memories are related to a good person, it breaks them.And more when those sad memories are burdened with a guilt. Meet Mihir Malhotra. The youngest billionaire of Asia. He's everything a woman would want. Looks, power, money everything. Got the handsome, charming looks and sharp eyes from his dad Abeer Malhotra, the heartbeat of business world at his time. With those determination & hard work from his mom, Meera Kapoor Malhotra, the fine business woman of her Era. But...even after having a loving family & all the world in his hands, Something haunted him. A past... But what!! And on another side... Meet Isha Mittal. The sweetheart of Baani Bajaj Mittal, the dimpled business woman of her time & The Kabeer Mittal, man known for his keen observation and few words. She's everything a man would desire for! Those long dark brown locks, that dimpled smile from her mother which can make anyone smile. And the cherry on the cake... Those blue eyes from Kabeer Mittal which are to die on. But getting everything on silver spoon doesn't always means bed of roses. It has thorns too! Yet, The main thing is... What happens when these two meet? The opposite personalities with same dedication! Where one is... Well clumsy & lazy, while another is, disciplined and well organized. When one always has a smile on face, while other one rarely smiles. When one is hell bent to never loose, while another one is hell bent to... Make the other one loose. When one speaks just when needed, while another...stops when.. Well she doesn't stop! But, fire can melt ice and water can stop fire. But to gather fire & water... Can it survive? Let's see! Dive down the journey of Ms. Hungry Hulk & Mr. Angry Hulk!

Book 1 of 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 & 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ♡𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸♡ 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝘅𝗲𝗱 ~❝The stars wrote their ending... destiny rewrote it.❞ ☆───────────────♡₊˚ˑ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞." I snarled, pushing his hands away from my cheeks. Chuckling, he gripped my jaw and whispered, "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?" My heart clenched, remembering the deal, while a tear fell from my eyes. ☆° Kumud - a carefree girl, naughty and bubbly. She didn't care about anyone's opinion and lived her life to the fullest. Being the daughter of the chieftain of Raigarh, she was adored by the royals themselves. The king and queen treated her as equal to their daughter, Meera. And Meera - she too treated her as her own. Their bond was inseparable, so whenever she visited her aunt's house in Tejbhoomi, she used to take her along. There, they both used to pull pranks and fill the house with their lovely laughter. Tejbhoomi had two princes - Aadvit and Aadvik but no princess, so the queen treated Kumud and Meera as her own. Out of love, she asked Kumud's father for her hand for one of her sons. But it came with a condition - the son who would take the throne would marry her. Adaman t to keep Kumud, Tejbhoomi's king and queen agreed, not knowing what havoc they had invoked. The marriage, which was supposed to make everyone happy, turned out to be horrible. And at last, it ended with death. But did it really end, or was it the beginning of something far worse and more dangerous? 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (❁'◡'❁

This story is only for 18+ and for the open minded ones. If you are neither, then bubye. 🔞👋 ********** RUDRA SINGH SINGHANIA I opened the door of my room harshly and found her standing there facing the balcony. The file was on the bed and I walked towards her fuming. "You couldn't do one simple thing? Can't you come to the office and deliver a file? How hard is it? Now because of your carelessness, we lost the deal. Can't you even be of some use? Marrying you seems like hell already." ********** DEV SINGH SINGHANIA "What is it?" "Iampregnant." I spoke in one go. He shook his head as if trying to break those words. "What?" "I. Am. Pregnant." He abruptly stood up from the stool, making it fall down with a thud. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Abort it." ********** VED SINGH SINGHANIA "I fell in love with a girl who fought for herself. But now I find a woman who doesn't care about others except her own self." "Ved, I am sorry." "Your sorry can never heal what you broke." ********** Story of three brothers and their journey of love, life and happiness. Filled with smut,🔞 so read at your discretion.

Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.