"You stop worrying about your sister and worry about yourself. You have said that today is my marriage but I have made a slight change in it." he said with menacing smirk playing on his face. "What change" she asked as she was not getting good vibes from him. "It is true that today I am getting married but not with Mahi but with you." He stated like it's not a big deal that he swapped the brides. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She stared at him without blinking her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to believe what he just had said. She asked him in her trembling voice "W...What d...did y...you s....say?" He leaned on her face dangerously close "I said that you will marry me today and in the same mandap (pavilion). Before you refuse me, let me tell you that your sister and your family's life is in my hands if you try do something. If you try to refuse marriage or try to tell anyone about this then your sister will be the first person whose life I will smash. It will be better for you not to waste my and your time, wear wedding lehenga quietly and come to the mandap. go and get ready. yes, one more thing you must remember that no one should see your face till we get married so that the marriage can be done smoothly. I don't want any drama before marriage." She was silently listening to him as she was too numb to react. She couldn't even think of marrying a person like him. How could she marry a person whom she couldn't even talk to properly?? "How can I marry you?" his eyebrows raised in anger hearing her question. He took out his phone to call someone and ordered staring deep into her eyes making her heart sink in fear and dread "kill Mahi." She kneeled down joining her hands infront of him and begged him crying historically "Please don't do this". He raised his one eyebrow in questioning manner and asked her "So will you marry me?" She didn't say anything. Seeing Her silent, He told the man again "Kill her." "Yes, I will marry you."

Ansh, Mumbai's feared mafia king, believed in power, not God. Kriti, a simple village girl, believed in both. A single glance ignited a possessive, mad love in him. He would burn the world for her, but couldn't bear a single tear in her eyes. A emotional drama of scary obsession, family fear, and a love that became redemption. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... " Abhimaan Singh Rathore rules Rajasthan. As the king and CEO of ASR Corp Ltd, his name makes people tremble. Cross him once, and you pay a price nobody forgets. His enemies fear him. What belongs to him stays his. Always. Paridhi Gupta has lived her life in the shadows. Forgotten by busy parents, she grew up craving love and attention. Shy and quiet, she found escape in her paintings, creating worlds where she matters. Her brushes express the words she cannot say. When an arranged marriage brings these two together, their worlds collide. How will the neglected girl cope with life alongside the man who rules all he sees? What happens when the ruthless king becomes obsessed with someone who never learned to ask for anything at all? She offers softness to a man who knows only strength. He gives protection to a woman who never realized she needed it. His eyes soften only for her. Her heart beats only for him. Together, they discover that some wounds heal best in the hands of another. Will the king who takes everything he wants finally learn to give? Will the woman who expects nothing finally learn to receive? Start: 06 July 2024 End: 20 March 2025

© all rights reserved. Cover by Saumyaaverse✨ 1890's India, British era . --- Sold into a life she never chose, Meeradhvi the child prostitution ( 18) becomes the wife of Prithviditya Rajvanshi - a man of power, pride, and cold authority. At 28, he carries the weight of duty and a childhood love he can never forget, leaving her to navigate a world of silence, gossip, and subtle cruelty. Yet amidst the whispers, the village taunts, and the shadows of the past, their fates intertwine in ways neither expected. In the quiet moments between duty and desire, will responsibility give way to something deeper, or will the chains of fate hold them forever apart? "She was sold , he was forced , responsibility was formed and yet destiny refused to let go

Meet the brides of shekhawats SAMEEKSHA SHEKHAWAT belongs to a conservative humble family, they have their own laws and principles which taught Sameeksha to live in a certain way, modern ethics of the shekhawats is what she can't seem to take hold of and maybe that's what makes her husband DHRUV SHEKHAWAT despise her so much, he thinks that she doesn't deserve to be the eldest daughter in law of the shekhawats, let alone his wife. SURBHI SHEKHAWAT, once a cheerful girl suddenly turned rebellious, sad, and just so unlike her old self. she who always feared her father was set up with the most fun out of all the brothers YUVAAN SHEKHAWAT, he's funny, smart, intelligent, anything you could name, and most of all he's such a tease, he takes upon himself to make this marriage work and help his wife with everything he could. TAARIKA and ARJUN SHEKHAWAT, the celebrity couple, with their issues in the past. arjun's family refuses to accept her as the daughter-in-law of their house, but for the sake of their unborn child. they let them marry. Taarika has enough disliking for the family that she doesn't bother to fix her relations with them. she minds her own business and lives for herself and her family which consists of her husband and baby. While on the other hand, Arjun who's tired of the problems his family has with his wife decides to make it better between them. Follow along the story of shekhawats to know how life goes for the brides of shekhawats.

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

Dakshita Verma only came to the wedding to help out-a simple girl, a schoolteacher at an orphanage, content with her quiet life. But fate had a different plan. On the day of the wedding, the bride runs away. Chaos erupts. Honor is at stake. Reputations on the line. And standing quietly in a corner is Akshit Sinha-a reserved, autistic groom who had agreed to this arranged marriage after much persuasion. But now, he stands alone at the mandap, eyes blank but heart silently shattered. To save both families from disgrace, a shocking decision is made-Dakshita is asked to take the runaway bride's place. Married within minutes to a man she's never met... To a soul misunderstood by many... Dakshita enters Akshit's silent world with nothing but faith. But as days unfold, she finds herself drawn to his quiet strength, his subtle gestures, his wounded yet loyal heart. What begins as an accident of fate becomes a slow, emotional journey of love, trust, and healing. Will this accidental marriage bloom into something real? Or will their hearts stay strangers forever?

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨