THRONE OF WIVES DUOLOGY | DUET #1 ❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝐐𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚...... 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

_____________________________________ ✨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 WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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!!

#Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

​𝗔𝗸𝘀-𝗲-𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝗔 𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀." 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀-𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁? 𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗔𝗸𝘀-𝗲-𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.🦋🌻

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)