ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

Continuation of Ishq Sufiyana.

𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 While I was convinced that I owned this game, my wife stood by me in her 6 inch-high heels, screaming that she, too, owned it. A story in which the female lead is as lethal as the male lead. She used to have feelings for her older brother's best friend. She expresses her feelings to him, but he rejects her, calling her a kid. Five years later, she is no longer the 'kid' he rejected; instead, she is one of India's most powerful businesswoman. He is a filthy-rich heir, and she is a wealthy heiress. He believes that love does not exist, yet her love for him has become an obsession. Thus she can go to any length to win him. They sign a marriage contract not because he loves her, but because he wants to use her to secure power. Hence all the exuberant lives of the couples feign in front of the public could be contrary in actuality. ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅʟʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

"Oh my God, Ishaan! You smoke? Mtlb Aapko lung cancer ho gaya kya?!" Ishaan clenched his jaw. "Roshini-" "Ab toh bas chemotherapy ka option bacha hai!" She dramatically wiped a fake tear. Ishaan groaned, unable to take it anymore. In one swift motion, he leaned forward, closing the space between them. Roshini's breath hitched. The playfulness in her eyes faded as she suddenly became aware of how close he was. His sharp features were just inches away, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. Ishaan smirked, voice dangerously low. "Agar main cigarette peeta, toh tumhe ab tak uski smell nahi aa jati, Roshini?" Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He leaned in just a little more, enough to see her gulp nervously. Eyeing her up and down he said, "Aur waise bhi... mujhe addiction sirf ek hi cheez ki hai. Aur woh cigarette nahi hai." -------------- ISHAAN SINGH RAJAWAT - 27. The ruthless CEO the world fears. Handsome, arrogant, and dangerously charming. They call him the Devil-a man who walks through life with a heart sealed shut and a soul drenched in darkness. His love is a storm, his silence is louder than chaos. He's sweet only for those he calls family... and bitter to the rest of the world. ROSHINI MALHOTRA - 24. A firecracker wrapped in innocence. A middle-class girl with dreams too big for the world to handle. She's clumsy, outspoken, and unapologetically herself. A mess of emotions, laughter, and unpredictable charm. Her heart speaks louder than her mind-and trouble always seems to follow. He's darkness. She's light. He believes in control. She thrives in chaos. They were never meant to cross paths... but fate had other plans. Will love bloom in the shadows of pain? Or will destiny tear them apart before their story even begins? When fire meets ice-will it melt... or burn?

❝ Roses are dead, love is fake, weddings are basically funerals with cake. ❞ Meet Akriti Marwaha, a gynecologist who loves to always keep her family happy and be that girl everyone ever aspired to be. Sass, Straight A's and stethoscopes are her best friends as she tries to solve her orthodox family's snarky remarks with eye rolls. Besides her disastrous cooking skills (if there is any), she tries hard to not fall and swoon over that random guy who would pull the door of star bucks for her. And Aadrik Agnihotri, a devilishly handsome businessman whom every parent warns you about. Callous, Cocky and carefree are the words that describe him the best. Name a bad trait, he has that but name a good trait and he has that too. A perfect concoction of angel and devil, he is. That one dimple on right cheek which peeks when he smiles always makes sure to take at least a hundred girls every time it goes down deeply and deplorably. All Akriti wanted was food, frocks and freedom but with that she ended up slipping into his arms as he caught her, this time promising to never let go. But wasn't he her school rival and her supposed best friend's ex? Hell he is but does that change the fact that they are married now? Oops. I mean, he is at least hot and can cook. Look at the good side? And he seems to always be coming back up to her sarcasm with a charming smile now? ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ [I can't say the ml is a walking talking green flag throughout the book as they evolve from teenagers to adults. It has what a debut book would have. Flawed characters and a teenage mind] All rights are reserved © 2022 adoptedbyaliens

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.