Lavanya was an ordinary college student from a middle-class family. Living alone in Bangalore, she found comfort in novels because reality had never given her the love and affection she longed for. Her favorite novel was The Possessive Rathores-the story of India's most powerful family, ruled by the feared and respected Vikram Rathore and his five extraordinary sons. Among all the characters, one stood out: Vanya Singh, the villainess everyone hated. But everything changes when a tragic accident ends Lavanya's life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside the very novel she loved-and in the body of Vanya Singh. The problem? Vanya is destined for a miserable ending. Determined to survive, Lavanya decides to avoid the Rathores and stay away from the story's main plot. But fate has other plans. As secrets of the Rathore Mansion begin to unfold, she discovers that the family she feared is nothing like the novel described. Can she change Vanya's destiny? Can she uncover the truth behind Vanya's past? And when the powerful Rathores begin to care for her, will she finally find the family and love she always wished for? A tale of family, secrets, healing, and second chances, where the villainess gets the opportunity to rewrite her own story. Note : It is not like other stories where she behaves defferently and gradually hero falls for her . No definitely not for more information read the story.

"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )

TRIGGER WARNINGS :- blackmailing :- attempted r@pe :- blood :- child @buse :-de@th :-domestic abuse :-guns :-extreme graphic violence :-graphic sexual situations :-incestuous situation :-kidnapping :-murder :-self-harm :-suicide This is a story of Russian Mafia and indian girl who are forced to get married for peaceful alliance...

In her previous life, she trusted the wrong people, treated foes like friends, cut all ties with her family, and abandoned the one man who loved her more than anyone in this world, all for a cheap, poor, sorry excuse of a man whom she mistakenly took as a treasure. What was the result? She lost her inheritance, her family, got cheated on by that man with her best friend, and finally died a miserable death at the hands of her then fiance with her best friend. At the last moments of her life, she saw the only man who loved her, a man she had grown to hate, rush to her like a madman. She heard him scream in agony as her body lay lifeless in his arms, her mind reeling from the last moments of her life. Maybe the heavens took pity on her, or her unwillingness was just too great to resist that she found herself back to the day it all started, back to when she was eighteen. This time, though, she wouldn't make the same mistakes, nor would she allow herself to die so unjustly. This time, she would make them pay. The pain she felt in the previous life, they'd feel it a million times more. On top of that, she was determined to cling to a certain big boss and shower him with all the affection he deserved.

The English grammar in this book might be imperfect because I wrote them at the start of my writing journey. A village style love story. Love marriage. You might feel the female lead isn't strong enough to handle the male lead's mistakes in a right way, but it's all a reflection of her blind love for him. Don't miss the Hut romance, Childhood bond, Mother's love, Old friends' reunion and so on.. ❤️✨

hi guyys This is my first story It's purely fictional Hope u guys give ur love and support

Aditya Chandrasekhar 34 year old handsome and brooding village President....got married to a 23 year old diya Krishnan a teacher in an undeniable situation.... Hope you all like it....

This is a romcom ashaangi fanfic. Synopsis of the story : Arjun is a young handsome guy who strongly believes in destined love after reading a book. He comes back to his estranged family in his native place to attend a wedding. There he falls for Vaidehi, his cousin. He believes her to be his destined love. Read this story to know more about Arjun and Vaidehi. Hope you will enjoy. This is my first try!! Language : Tanglish😌 Disclaimer : This story is purely fictional.

Sara Malik, a bright and ambitious young woman, is unexpectedly arranged to marry Zayd Nauman, her professor who is seven year older than her. Her biggest nightmare. Zayd is reserved, consumed by responsibilities. The men who killed his own ambitions for comfort of his parents. Sara is full of life and dreams. She is loud, trouble and full of chaotic energy. The sunshine who can filled every ounce of your life with her brightness. Could they navigate their marriage? Could fate be merciful to them? ☆TROUPS☆ Professor/student Marriage of convenience Forced Marriage Arranged marriage Age gap Mature & immature Grumpy & sunshine

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow