Banaras, 1970s. She was only seventeen when her parents wrapped her in pink silk and quiet prayers, sending her into the haveli of the powerful Mishra family. No one told her that the last bride of the haveli had died. No one told her why.... Revati never expected love... only silence, duty, and maybe kindness. But her husband, Devendra Singh Mishra, didn't even notice her. Not when she first entered his home, Not when she cried quietly at night, And not when she began to fade just like the woman before her. But years later, when silence had already turned into habit... He looked at her for the first time. This is a story of arranged marriage, buried truths, slow-burning love, and the haunting echoes of a dead bride... all under the shadow of a golden cage.

"She was never meant to be his bride... But one secret shattered a wedding- and sealed her fate to a man feared by all." A tale of veils, vengeance, and a love born in silence. He's twice her age. She's too innocent. And yet, his darkness can't leave her light alone. Ghoonghat Aur Gunah - Where a bride's shyness meets a husband's sins. Includes mature content, power dynamics, and intense romance. Read at your own discretion.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 toxichero #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 hacker #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #4 broken #6 possessivehero #33 toxic #35 Dark romance #58 youngadult

Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years her senior, who was once destined to be her brother-in-law, fate has woven their lives together. The gentle, timid girl finds herself entangled with the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt Ltd-a man driven by ambition, with little regard for love and relationships, and hailing from a complex and traditional royal family. Will fate pave the way for their connection, or will they remain trapped in a sterile, loveless union? Can a man known for his dominant demeanor ever yield to a soft-hearted girl, completely unaware of the harsh realities that life holds? #3 in marriage - 23-08-25 #4 in India - 28-8-2025

Being in a loveless marriage was what Naina Agnihotri was most scared of since her entire childhood went witnessing the estranged relationship of her parents. Yet she found herself in one such marriage with the heir of their rival family, Kabir Raichand. That was three years ago. Three years later . . . "you missed her birthday Kabir" Naina looked at her husband questioning him about his disappearance from their daughter's first birthday but he didn't seem to reply as he kept his gaze intact to the papers lying on his study table. "Kabir" the pitch of her tone increased as he immediately stood up from his chair glaring at her. "don't you dare raise your voice at me naina, don't forget where you stand. You are in no place to question me." . . . For the whole world Raichand family commands respect, people thrive on their money. Kabir Raichand and Naina Raichand are the most admired and respected couple in the county yet nobody know what lies behind the door. Troops - marriage of convenience -enemies to lovers -mafia romance -family rivalry -he fell first and harder -marriage in trouble -age gap

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------

"You're Soaking Wet, Are you sure you don't want me?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge "N-no," she stuttered, her voice trembling as his hand slowly moved up her inner thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "But your body is telling me something different," he replied, his voice low and teasing as his hand was under her pants and continued to gently caress her inner thigh "I-I don't..." she stuttered again, unable to finish her sentence "I've seen your search history. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to try those things?" Meghna's eyes widened at his words, a mixture of surprise and desire flashing across her face. She had never wanted to admit just how attractive she found him-the way his body enticed her, how every inch of him drew her in. She couldn't help but think about his long, thick fingers, the very ones she secretly craved to feel inside her. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ The story revolves around two souls who are bound together by an engagement, The young girl feels nothing for the man who is her fiancé. Adding complexity to their relationship, he is not just any man but her brother's best friend. Unlike her, his emotions run deep;he is deeply in love with her and has been obsessed with her for years. His passion is intense and unwavering; he would sacrifice his life or kill anyone for her, even something extreme, to make sure she remains his. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ • The male lead in this story is intensely possessive, obsessive and manipulative so proceed with caution if those themes make you uncomfortable but I can assure you that he is not a cheater • This book has a subtle connection to my second novel, "Venomous Love." While it stands on its own, it shares certain themes and characters that will be familiar to readers