He buried his heart the day his wife died. Vihaan Sharma - ruthless CEO, feared businessman, single father to 1.5-year-old twins - doesn't believe in love anymore. His world is built on control, power, and the tiny hands of Aarav and Aisha, the only pieces of softness left in his life. He doesn't need a wife. He needs a mother for his children. So when an arranged marriage proposal lands on his desk, he treats it like every other deal in his empire - practical, emotionless, final. No love. No expectations. No place in his heart. But the woman he marries is not what he expects. She is quiet... but not weak. Distant... but not cold. Hidden behind calm eyes that seem to understand grief a little too well. As the toddlers begin to cling to her, as the mansion slowly fills with warmth again, something dangerous begins to shift. Because Vihaan Sharma doesn't know how to love gently. He loves like possession. Like obsession. Like he's terrified of losing again. And when secrets from the past resurface - threatening his children, his empire, and the woman who was never supposed to matter - he will have to choose: Protect his heart. Or risk destroying it again. This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience. But some arrangements don't stay contracts. Some turn into storms. And this time, the storm has her name written all over it. 🖤

#1- hate love #2- mumbai #3-forced "Samridhi," Naina said my name with excitement. " What happened, why are you shouting, "I asked her. "My marriage got fixed " she again shouted. "Damn my ears" I groaned. " Ooh my god with whom, "I asked excitingly. " Abhimanyu Singhania" " No this can't happen" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " call the bride " Priest said. "Call naina where is she, " Chacha Ji asked. "There she is, " Chachi Ji said. " now groom will take the hand of the bride" Priest said. As Abhimanyu takes my hand in his he comes closer and whispers in my ears "welcome to my world Samridhi". Started 21-4-2021 Completed 9-6-2021 The pictures are used are from Pinterest belongs to their rightful owner.

{Previously known as Kainaat} | Completed on Scrollstack | In a web of lies, even the truth can strangle you. Trinity Academy is more than just a school-it's a kingdom, ruled by the rich, the powerful, and the ruthless. Beneath its golden halls, secrets fester, scandals thrive, and betrayals are just another form of currency. The students? Beautiful, untouchable, and drowning in their own sins. Trinity isn't just their playground-it's their sanctuary, a place where even the darkest truths are carefully concealed under layers of gold and glitter. Kainaat Sharma, a scholarship student, walks in, with no intention of playing their games. But the elites don't take kindly to outsiders, especially ones who refuse to bow. She's caught in their world, tangled in their scandals, and dragged into a storm she never saw coming. And in Trinity, you either learn to play the game or get buried beneath it.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ The priest instructed him to apply the vermillion. He took a bit in his hand and paused just a few centimeters away from her forehead. He asked her in a slow voice, "Tara, bhar du na?" (Tara, shall I apply it?) "Nahi bharna chahte hain aap?" Tara asked, her eyebrows furrowed. (Don't you want to?) "I don't do divorce. Reh logi bina pyar ke?" he asked softly. (I don't do divorce. Will you stay without love?) "Pyar ke bina toh reh lungi. Lekin Rudra aap, Yuvraj aur Yashvi toh mere sath rahoge na?" Tara asked, smiling. (I can stay without love. But Rudra, will you, Yuvraj, and Yashvi stay with me?) ༻❁༺ As secrets are revealed, tangled destinies begin to unravel, changing relationships for better or worse. The story follows Rudra and Tara's intertwined lives, their healing, and the born-again power of love. [Translations in English are available.]

Siara Malhotra was once the heartbeat of her family-a spirited, passionate girl who dreamed of love and acceptance. But one cruel twist of fate left her broken, disowned, and accused of a betrayal she never committed. Cast out from the only home she knew, Siara rebuilt herself far away, emerging as one of the world's top neurosurgeon. Yet beneath her success lay a shattered heart and a soul that no longer believed in love or warmth. Mahir Sehgal, CEO of Sehgal groups was the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, but he had never returned her affection. Bound by a dying wish, Mahir reluctantly married Siara, only to abandon her on their wedding night. For three years, he stayed away, unaware that siara no longer has any expectations from life or love, she no longer loved him. When fate brings them back together, both must confront the ghosts of their pasts. Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the scars of betrayal and indifference keep them apart forever? WHAT WAS THE REASON SHE BROKE BEYOND REPAIR? TO KNOW, DIVE INTO THE STORY Copyright Notice: DO NOT COPY MY WORK

Ayaan - He needed a father-specifically a powerful one-to show up at the Parent-Teacher Meeting (PTM), stare down the principal, students and save his academic future. "I will wear the suits. I will stand behind you at the gala. I will call you 'Dad' in front of the cameras so you can get your billions." Vikram Singhania - To close the massive Oberoi merger, he needed to shed his image as a "cold-hearted machine." He needed to look like a stable, family-oriented man. He needed a son who could play the part of a loyal heir. "And in return, I will show up at your school. I will silence the teachers. I will give you the protection of my name so you can stop running from your past." Aahana - To Aahana, Ayaan is a boy who lost his way after losing his mother. She sees Vikram's occasional coldness as the struggle of a grieving widower, and Ayaan's rebellion as a cry for a father's attention. She has spent every night since moving in dedicated to one goal: mending the bond between a father and his son.

To the world, he is a Beast. To the world, she is a Ghost. To a baby, they are everything. Rudra doesn't do "gentle." He is a storm of iron and cold calculation, a man whose presence usually clears a room. Anshika is his polar opposite-a woman of soft whispers and averted eyes, someone who has spent her life staying out of the spotlight. They were strangers until a blood-soaked promise tied them together. When a dying couple entrusts them with a ten-month-old infant, the instruction is chillingly clear: Do not trust the bloodline. Protect him from everyone. To save the child from a war he's too young to understand, Rudra and Anshika must commit to the ultimate masquerade. They aren't just protectors; they are now parents. In the glittering boardrooms of Bangalore and the crowded halls of elite weddings, they must convince the world that the child in their arms is their own. For Rudra, it means suppressing the lethal beast within to play the part of a devoted father. For Anshika, it means stepping out of the shadows to stand as the shield for a family that didn't exist yesterday. As they navigate bottle-feedings by night and high-stakes secrets by day, the lie begins to feel dangerously real. But in a world where the child's true identity is a death warrant, they must play their parts perfectly. Because if the world discovers that this "perfect family" is a fiction, the massacre they survived in the valley will only be the beginning. One lie to save him. One promise to hold them together. A thousand secrets that could tear them apart.

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

"Wh-who are you?" She asked. "Mein Kaal" my eyes darkened "Tumhara pati" . She belonged to a world built on control and betrayal. And he belonged to darkness. The man powerful people feared and monsters respected. He should have ruined her. Instead, he ruined everyone who dared touch what was his. Because some love stories aren't written with promises..... They're written in blood. ❝She was never meant to fall for a monster and He was never meant to kneel for anyone.❞ • Mafia Romance • Contract Marriage • Revenge • Obsession • Morally Grey • Mystery & Secrets • Betrayal • Slow Burn • Age gap

"Mr. Raichand, happy independence day. You have been eating my head since day one to get these papers signed and today I have finally granted your wish. You hated seeing my face, and I have decided to never show it again," she said, and instead of being happy, he felt sad and angry. ___________♠♠____________ ~ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, the first heir of two influential clans, is a force to be reckoned with. His charisma attracts girls around the globe. The empowered billionaire, however, has always been hers. The woman who left him drowning in misery flames was his anchor once. In the abyss of despair, his only solace is the memories of her friendship and boundless love. After seven years of living like a corpse and searching relentlessly for her, he has finally found her. He would do anything to get her back, including trading his soul with the devil. However, the question is, will he ever fulfill his intention or will her reasons keep them apart? ~𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽~ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩 has been through hell and back. After losing everything, she built an empire. Her life has only one driving force and she can do anything for it. In her entire existence, if she has loved something, it's him. Her man, whom she left behind for reasons unknown to the world but echoing in her nightmares. Once a bubbly girl, she is now the ice queen, caging her emotions behind thick walls. She knows the path to her happiness passes through his door, but stubbornly refuses to acknowledge his presence. She is hellbent on not letting him in. Will her scars win over his determination? Witness their version of love where two imperfect souls bind for a lifetime... ____ Cover By @noturfavb_