She stood in front of the dressing table, lightly spraying perfume on her pulse points, stealing one last glance at her reflection. The white and pink floral chiffon saree clung to her perfectly, making her look effortlessly beautiful. Behind her, her husband appeared, wrapped in a towel around his waist, trying to catch his reflection in the mirror. But she blocked his view. "How long are you going to stand there staring at yourself? Move," he said, a mix of irritation and amusement in his voice, grabbing her shoulder to nudge her aside. She didn't budge, deliberately lingering, pretending to fuss with her neckpiece, enjoying the slight flare of his temper. His eyes flicked to her bare neck. No mangalsutra. He let out a long sigh and, without a word, picked it up from the dressing table and draped it around her neck from behind. She frowned. "No, this will ruin my outfit," she protested, her voice tinged with mock annoyance. "You're too beautiful to go out without it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her shoulder. "The world needs to know that you're owned." He reached for the comb, fingers brushing hers as he did. "No one owns me," she snapped, spinning to face him. He smirked, running the comb through his hair with lazy confidence. "I'm your wife, and you're my husband," she said, pointing a finger at him, her eyes blazing. "We're equals. No one owns anyone, understood?" He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. "No. I own you, and you own me." With that, he tossed the cold comb onto the table. Her eyes followed the comb, and she shot him a sharp glare before storming out of the room. He rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and went back to getting ready. He yearns for love that feels like home - a bond to claim, a heart to protect. She dreams of freedom - to live on her own terms, to be her own strength. When his need for belonging meets her need for freedom, will love give them wings or chains?

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

A cute Romantic comedy. Now available on Kindle "When we get back, can we continue our 'getting to know each other' game? Because I have about a million more questions for you, Mrs. Tanmay." The use of my new title sent a thrill through me. "Only if I get to ask you a million questions too, Mr. Saumya," I retorted. Tanmay's laugh was bright and joyous. "Deal," he agreed with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "But to seal the deal," He teased, leaning closer to me, "what's the magic word?" Tanmay feigned deep thought, his expression exaggeratedly serious. "Hmm... how about a kiss?" he suggested, his voice filled with playful charm." Follow Tanmay's endearing goofiness as he becomes Saumya's unwavering support in her journey towards self-appreciation. Discover a tale woven with laughter, blushes, and heartfelt gestures, where Tanmay's charm melts Saumya's heart, showing her the beauty of being cherished. Are you guys ready to witness the master of charm The great Tanmay Singh Rathore, dedicated solely to his innocent wife? 😊Book Info : 🌹Arrange Marriage 🌹Cute Romance 🌹No misunderstanding 🌹No separation 🌹He falls first and fall harder 🌹Sunshine Hero 🌹Insecure heroine 🌹Both are Virgin

"Strip, wifey!"

What happens when your sister runs away from her own marriage and you a forced to sit in her place and have to marry a person you used to hate ? Disclaimer: All the images used for clothes are taken from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners.

Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao. His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.

"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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.