This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?

I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" ​She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." ​Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" ​"No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." ​She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." ​She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."

Vikram Aditya Aman who believes in order. Every decision planned, every rule followed, every step measured. As the next sarpanch of the village, he carries responsibility on his shoulders long before the title reaches him. For him, right and wrong are clear lines,never meant to blur. Amrita Lives in his neighbourhood, soft-spoken, sweet, and known as the village's innocent girl. She smiles easily, talks gently, and carries warmth wherever she goes. To the world, she is bubbly and harmless. To those she loves, she is quietly mischievous,teasing, playful, alive in ways no one expects. Vikram never imagined he would fall for someone so full of life, someone who laughed where he calculated, someone who felt where he ruled. And Amrita? She always saw him as Bhaiya. A big brother. A guide. A protector. Never a man who loved her. This is a story of a love set in the 1990s India. a love that was never meant to exist,and therefore, never meant to be confessed. Because when the man who makes rules falls in love, sometimes the hardest rule to break is his own heart.

Arranged marriages: the ultimate gamble where your happily-ever-after hinges on a profile pic and a painfully dull bio. Scary, right? For thirty-one-year-old Srinidhi Shankaran, though, love is a luxury she can't afford. Society's already slapped the "expired" tag on her, so she ditches the romance circus altogether. Instead, she dives headfirst into the chaotic world of matrimonial websites, armed with nothing but determination and a ticking clock. After facing rejection from enough grooms to make her question her existence, she finally stumbles upon one who agrees to marry her. Will she settle for her plain, uneventful life of companionship or will her husband, Mr. Aneesh Muralidharan, stir up those inconvenient, unwelcome emotions people call "love"? ------ Intended for mature readers, rated R (18+) for the subjects dealing with strong language and sexual content. ------ One of the standalone stories from the 'Mad Love' series. ------ [Updated every Tuesday; Faster updates in Scrollstck] [Third Person Limited + Omniscient Narration] [Unedited First Draft] [Full-Length Novel, Word Count Approx. 150K to 200K] ----- © 2025 Suganthii Media attached to this story belong to their rightful owners and there is no violation of copyrights.

' Ooo dad please not again I believe there is no god so why I did all of this ' I said and about to go when dad words stopped me at my way ' Yeah you are right there is no god but Allah ' my dad said to me __________________________________ ' I wish I never meet him again in my life otherwise I don't know what I have done with him ' I said to both of my friends and go inside the mall _________________________________ ' I believe there is no god but Allah ' I say to myself tears are flowing from my eyes _________________________________ ' ya Allah my askim Allah my askim ' I crying in my sujood for him

Ahana Deshmukh, a 24-year-old law intern, is shattered when she discovers her fiancé's infidelity. But that's only the beginning. She soon uncovers a web of deceit and danger when she learns after being married to Shiv's mafia rival, that her ex- fiancé, Shiv Chauhan, is actually Shiv Singh (SS), a ruthless mafia don hiding in plain sight. Shiv's true intention was to inherit Ahana's vast property worth 800 crores. However, Ahana's life become more complicated when she stumbles upon Aarav Rathore, a 28-year-old mafia kingpin with his own motives. Unbeknownst to Ahana, Aarav is Shiv's maternal cousin, who has been searching for him for years. As Aarav marries Ahana, making her his forced bride, Shiv becomes obsessed with taking her from Aarav and eliminating him to become the supreme mafia leader. Caught in a deadly game of power and betrayal, Ahana must navigate this treacherous world to save herself and her family's legacy. Will she find a way to escape the clutches of these two dangerous men, or will she become a pawn in their battle for dominance? Will Aarav ever fall in love with Ahana? Will Ahana ever know the truth of Aarav and Shiv? Whom will she choose? Will Ahana ever love Aarav? 🦋tropes - Mafia x Lawyer Arrogant x strong Hidden motives Desi romance Twists and turns Force marriage Family drama Obsessive lovers Strangers to soulmates Touch her and die She fell slightly first, he fell harder and harder... I hope this will make the intro more interesting to read ,, Stay tuned to this story🦋😊 {Started - July 2024 Ends- .......} Currently in #719 lawyer tag . . . #970 lawyer tag #24 unwilling tag #802 mafiaromance tag #8 lovemoments tag #9 forcedwife tag #997 contractmarriage

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'." _________ She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade. And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable. He was marrying someone else. He was becoming someone else. The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless. Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely. Gone. He was gone. The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal. Her steps faltered. Her vision darkened. Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness. Then-darkness. Cold. Silent. Suffocating. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive. And then-his voice. Deep. Laced with something dangerous. "What will I do with you, dewdrop?" Her breath hitched. No. No. It wasn't possible. Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force. "Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Betrayed by blood. Shaped by pain. Forged in fire. Nishita Raichand, once a vulnerable teenage girl discarded by her own family, returns as a force the world isn't ready for. Thrown out of her home at 13, framed for a sin she didn't commit, and scarred by the death of her mother, Nishita rises from the ashes in the shadows of Italy. Adorned with a hidden crown as the Mafia Queen and a title as the youngest billionaire, she builds an empire that leaves her enemies trembling. But her return to India is more than just a business venture. It's revenge-a meticulously crafted game where every move is deadly. As she faces her tormentors, one by one, her aunt and grandmother, the very architects of her suffering, are about to meet a reckoning unlike any other. In her path stands Siddharth Singh Rathore-a ruthless tycoon, a royal heir, and an enigma with secrets of his own. Their collision isn't just business; it's a battlefield where power, passion, and mystery intertwine. But what happens when two masterminds with shadowy pasts clash? This isn't just a story of revenge. It's the story of destruction. Tropes Mafia X Mafia businessman X businesswoman marriage of revenge age gap brother's bestfriend he fell first she fell harder obsessed MMC Strong female lead Power couple grumpy X grumpiest

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ❁ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❁ ❁✵❁ ✧𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 ✓ ✧𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟 ✓ ✧𝘈𝘯 𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 ✓ ✧𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 ✓ ✧𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 - 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 ✓ ✧𝐴𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 - 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ✧ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ✧ 𝑁𝑜𝑜𝑟-𝑒-𝑀𝑜ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 - 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ✧ 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 :𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ⋆⋆⋆⋆ ✧ 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 - 𝑀𝑟. 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑'𝑠 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 ( ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ) ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧