𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

BOOK 2 OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. Sitara Rathore was the college bully. Mrityunjay Reddy was the quiet topper. To him, she was nothing more than a spoiled brat who hid behind the privilege of being the principal's daughter. Until fate forced him to become her tutor and hatred slowly turned into love. On the day of farewell he was finally ready to confess, a devastating misunderstanding tore them apart. Before walking away, he left her with one final promise. "Call me only when you're dying. I'll come to light your funeral pyre myself. I hate you, Rathore." She called again and again. For years, he never answered. Then, seven years later on the day of her wedding he picked up on the very first ring. Sitara believed he had come to save her. Instead, he married her himself. Now the man who once loved her has sworn to destroy her while the woman who once broke him refuses to believe his love is truly gone. People believed Mrityunjay Reddy married the woman he loved. They were wrong, he married the woman who broke him. Sitara Rathore thought the worst thing a man could do was stop loving her but she is about to learn that a man who still loves you can be far more terrifying.

Yuvraj Singh Yadhuvanshi is a strikingly handsome yet ruthless mafia king, a billionaire whose life is steeped in darkness and intimidation. He revels in the thrill of the chase, pursuing his enemies with a sadistic pleasure, torturing them until they beg for death. To him, love is a futile distraction-a weakness that can destroy a person from within. He believes that he can achieve his desires by any means necessary, viewing emotions as impediments to power. But when he lays eyes on Ishita Singhania, a sweet, innocent, and bubbly young woman who embodies everything he despises, his world begins to unravel. In an instant, she becomes his obsession, and he is determined to possess her at any cost. Ishita Singhania is a hopeful romantic, a dreamer who believes in the profound strength of love. To her, love is a beacon that empowers her to face life's challenges, a promise that one day she will find someone to protect her-a shield against the world's cruelties. Yet, her once-innocent perspective is shattered by harsh realities. "Ishita reflects, "The word 'love' sounds enchanting in fiction, but in reality, it is a mere illusion. Only devils inhabit this world, ready to haunt, chase, and shatter you into a million pieces." What tragic event led to her disillusionment? What forces conspired to transform her belief in love into a haunting memory? As fate intertwines their lives, Yuvraj and Ishita are drawn together by a shared past that neither fully understands. When the truth of their intertwined histories is unveiled, will they confront the demons that bind them? Will they embrace the fate that draws them together, or will the shadows of their past tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of love, obsession, and redemption, the boundaries between right and wrong blur. It reveals that even in the darkest hearts, the possibility of love can linger-waiting for the right moment to ignite and either save or consume them both.

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.

" 𝑫𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒂.. 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏 " 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 two souls, stitched together by chaos- not by choice, not by fate... but by ruin. one was addicted to forgetting, the other was terrified of being remembered. both prayed... but not for each other. one asked for a love worth dying for, the other begged for a love that wouldn't destroy them. ironic, isn't it? because when they met- it didn't feel like peace. it felt like falling... slowly, violently, beautifully. healing was never the plan. they became each other's poison, each other's obsession, each other's home. and maybe that's what love was for them- not soft, not safe... but something that ruins you so perfectly, you never want to be saved.

Oh Ekansh, please faster, I can't control that feeling please faster.

She was his favourite sin ~ Myra Arora moves through the world like a rumor no one bothers to confirm. A quiet student with lowered eyes and a voice that survives only as a whisper, she blends into university corridors as if she was never meant to be remembered. But "Myra" is only the surface they were given. Beneath it lives 'Shadow'-a girl rebuilt from erased memories, sharpened pain, and a past carefully rewritten by people who never planned to let her stay whole. Agastya Oberoi is a professor wrapped in control. Calm voice. Cold gaze. The kind of man people trust until they realize they shouldn't. But in the underworld, he is called 'Raakh' -and where he walks, even power learns to burn quietly. She was taught to vanish. He was taught to dominate. And yet, in a world built to keep them apart, they look at each other like something familiar... something dangerous... something already remembered. Because some hunters don't chase. They find what was never meant to be seen. ~Snippet~ Each thrust bring back a reminder to every time she wanted to ruin. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅. The pace was relentless. Every thrust was a challenge, a statement of power. They were fighting for dominance even now, their bodies clashing in a rhythmic, violent dance. Myra wrapped her legs around his waist, not out of affection, but to pull him deeper, to force him to feel the intensity of her own desperate need. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. She looked up at him, her expression a mixture of rage and ecstasy. Agastya saw it-the conflict in her eyes-and it only fueled him. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear as he drove himself into her with punishing depth.

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Amaira Sharma, 24, is a star-a celebrated makeup artist who built a life on skill, honour, and freedom. She is bold, she is vibrant, and she is everything Vihaan Singh Shekhawat cannot buy. Vihaan, 32, is the handsome CEO and the secret Mafia King. He's used to owning everything he desires, but his eyes are fixed on Amaira, a woman who belongs only to herself. His obsession is a cold, calculated force that demands possession. He doesn't destroy her family-he targets their most prized asset: their honor and stability. Using his absolute power, he corners her respected lawyer father and professor mother, leaving Amaira with a brutal choice: Accept his ring and become his wife, or watch the social fabric and future of her beloved family unravel. Trapped in his opulent palace, Amaira is forced to play the role of his Queen. But beneath the diamonds and the dark rules, a slow burn begins. He claimed her through manipulation, cloaked in duty and obsession-but she will challenge the ice around his heart. He claims his Queen. She will be his salvation or his ruin. He will chain her with his ring. She will shatter his world with her soul.