Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Trisha's carefully arranged wedding was meant to be perfect, until her groom shattered the alliance just hours before the ceremony. She knows exactly who will be blamed for the disgrace. The princess who cannot speak. With shocked guests, hushed whispers, and a kingdom teetering on scandal, one man steps forward, the king of Ratangarh, the most powerful kingdom in Ancient Hindustan. Turning to her father, he declares, "Marry your daughter to my second son. I will take her as my daughter-in-law." Thrust into a marriage born of duty rather than choice, Trisha finds herself bound to a stranger in a land she does not know. In a world of royal intrigues, buried truths, and unspoken emotions, can a mute princess find love... or will destiny demand a far greater price?

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

Devansh Rajput, 30, is the stoic CEO of Rajput Groups in Mumbai. Closed off after a painful past, his world revolves around business, control, and his 7-month-old daughter, Siya-the only person allowed to see his fragile side. At 27, Aadhirai lives with her parents in Coimbatore, quietly piecing herself back together after a divorce no one dares to mention. Calm, composed, and emotionally guarded, she's learning to exist in stillness-one silent step at a time. They come from different worlds. Different cities. Different values. Different scars. She hides her pain with a smile. He hides behind silence and structure. They weren't supposed to meet. But when they do-by pure coincidence-something shifts. And for Aadhirai, life doesn't just change... It turns painfully upside down. Two broken souls. One unexpected connection. But when the past resurfaces and long-buried truths come to light- Will they survive what fate has planned, Or will silence be the only thing that remains between them?

Meet the Mafia King, a man whose name strikes fear across the Underworld. To the world, he's a billionaire CEO-ruthless, powerful, and devastatingly handsome. But beneath that perfect facade lies a problem he can't solve with money or control: his complete inability to understand emotions. His cold heart has never known love... until the day Kim Taehyung walks into his life. Taehyung, a simple man with modest dreams, only wanted a steady job and a paycheck. But a chance encounter with the Mafia King turns his world upside down. Captivated by the man's mysterious aura, Taehyung falls for him instantly, determined to win his heart. Fate, however, has more surprises in store. The Mafia King becomes his next-door neighbor, and as they grow closer, something within the feared criminal begins to stir-emotions long buried start to surface. But the Mafia King has secrets-dark, dangerous secrets that could destroy them both. As threats from the Underworld loom, he is forced to make an unimaginable choice to keep Taehyung close. With conspiracies unraveling around them, how far will the Mafia King go to protect his truth and his heart? "You are my first love, the one who awakened my soul from its lifeless shell. No one else will ever have the place you hold in my heart." -----------------------------💜💜--------------------------- I am not good with the description please bare with it.

Some may think , Money is the ultimate thing . Those people measure everything - Relations , Status , Respect with Money. For some it was a mere Paper , a means to buy something or a tool required for survival in the present world . KARTHIK - A Man born to a humble father and a loving mother in a village. SAHANA - A Woman born to an Arrogant father and a emotionally dead mother in a city. Let's get into the story to see how these two lives get connected with each other by sacred bond of marriage. Marriage... Is it love? Arranged ?? Forced ??? Update schedule Daily 1 update @ morning ... If the given target achieved, 1 update @ night ...

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

||A south indian cross cousin love story|| 🌸 Note: In certain South Indian traditions, marriage between a girl and her mother's brother's son (cross-cousin) is a culturally accepted and legally valid practice in India. Ezhil x Kayalvizhi Kayalvizhi grew up with one dream, that one day she would marry Arjun. He was her first love, her childhood promise, her everything. Their families had always spoken about it like it was written in the stars. So when the wedding was finally fixed, her heart overflowed with happiness. She didn't care about a big career or chasing ambition. Being his wife was enough. But fate had other plans. Just hours before the wedding, Arjun leaves without a word, making her shattered at the edge of a life that no longer makes sense. In the midst of heartbreak, confusion, and family pressure, she is married off to his younger brother, Ezhil, the charming professor who had loved her in silence since childhood. Kayal enters this new marriage numb and unwilling. But Ezhil never asks for her love, only her peace. He gives her space, encourages her to study, to grow, to dream again. Slowly, through his kindness, she begins to find herself. The girl who once only wanted love begins to chase a future of her own, one her father had always wished for her. One she never thought she was strong enough to build. And somewhere in the quiet rhythm of their new life, shared in silence, in the way he saw her strength when she couldn't, her heart began to heal. She didn't realize when it started, but with every gentle word, every steady presence, every look that held more care than expectation, She began to fall in love again, not all at once, but slowly. Softly. Unexpectedly. Beautifully. Not with the boy she once dreamed of, But with the man who had loved her all along, quietly, patiently, completely.

Taran Saxena 26 Working in A Bank, from a Village, gets arranged marriage to Pallavi who is 20 years old ! (1990s time period). Taran Fights with the Patriarchy system when he witnesses his Wife suffering from it, He fights with his Family for her, He Gets Cursed for her, He Curse people For her ! He Makes her Strong, They grow Together in their marriage, They Learn, They Respect each other and the Old 90s Romance is what you will enjoy the most ❤️ You will Not only fall for Pallavi's Piya, but also for Pallavi too, as she might be a Relatable character to many. I promise it will be worth it to read the book ❤️ (Book started in 13 May 2025, completed on around august - sept 2025) Copyright :- this is my original work and this Shouldn't be Copied by anyone not a Bit of it, or else I can take actions against the one who will do it. #rank 2 Arrange marriage #rank 4 Indian #Rank 80 Romance #rank 6 Village #rank 10 1990s #rank 18 India #rank 20 Indian #rank 30 India #rank 18. indian #20 Rank India #4 Rank Arrange marriage #10 rank Romance #romance rank 18 #indian #india #desi #1 Rank India #3 Rank Indian #15 Rank Romance #2 Rank India #Indian 4 #3 Romance #4 India #10 Romance #4 ArrangeMarriage #2 Husbandandwife #3 Romance #2 Indian #1 India #2 India #3 Indian #4 Romance #2 Romance #Indian 1 #2 India #3 indian #4 Romance #7 Village #3 romcom #2 In India #10 Romance #3 Romance #4 Arrangedmarriage

Nithila never wanted the spotlight. She was happy in her little world - a classroom filled with giggles, crayons, and the smell of chalk. Teaching at a small government school wasn't fancy, but it meant everything to her. The kids adored her, and she loved them right back, one lesson, one drawing, one tiny hug at a time. Arjun Adithyan lived in a different world - stadiums, flashing cameras, fans screaming his name. Cricket wasn't just his passion, it was his life. But somewhere between winning matches and collecting trophies, he'd started feeling... tired. A part of him missed something real. Something grounded. That breeze had reached the storm. And before he even knew it, he wanted more of it all the characters in this story is fictional and none of them represents real person. Please dont cop my work