Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

#TOP 9 in India [ 28/06/2026] #TOP 4 in India [ 29 /06/2026] BOOK ONE OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. 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 promise that i will not leave a single chance to turn your life into living hell You will beg in front of me but i will not stop. Mark my words, just the way you had broke my heart i will do it with double power." His hatred claded words reverberated in her ears. Her fingers curled on the silky cloth of his shirt. She stepped nearer and shook her head. "You can't! I love you, at least once listen to me!" "Don't utter those bloody words! It's just a misconception to fool people and Ritvik Kashyap will never be a fool again. Be ready, your life is gonna destroy." ~•~ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ :- Story will contain mature scenes! ~•~ #60. Under 2.35 m #1 in marriage-of-convenience #1 in indianstory #1 in arrogant #1 in maturethemes #1 in torment #2 in seduction #2 in intimate #2 in betrayal #2 in hatelove #4 in innocent #5 in handsome #6 in forced marriage ~•~

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.

"BOOK 1 OF SHADOWS OF MARRIAGE" "𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑦. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒." It's been five long years since Adhvik and Adhya were thrust into an arranged marriage. From the very beginning, their union lacked the warmth of love, existing solely to fulfill Adhvik's parents' yearning for grandchildren. Reluctantly, they went through the motions, consummating their marriage and bringing their son Vihan into the world. Adhvik, driven by an irresistible physical desire, found himself drawn to Adhya. In those moments of intimacy, Adhya, fueled by her deep affection for Adhvik, willingly surrendered herself to him, hoping to awaken a love that lay dormant within him and the second time Adhya gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Vrihanika. Unfortunately, Adhvik only saw her through the lens of lust, unable to comprehend the depths of her love. While Adhvik proved to be a doting father to their children, his relationship with Adhya remained superficial, merely a façade. However, unbeknownst to him, a profound transformation was taking place within his heart. Slowly but surely, he began to realize that his need for Adhya went beyond physical desire; it was a yearning born out of genuine love. Now, the burning question remains: Will Adhvik summon the courage to confess his newfound emotions to Adhya? As their love story continues to unfold, we eagerly

Aryan Singhania...A Mafia lawyer and a well known Cricketer.... known for his calm and sharp mind while playing cricket and using that same sharpness in boardrooms full of Dangerous Criminals...One of the most eligible bachelors of the country...He knows how to rule but never to bow... Ritika Chauhan...A common average girl...After doing her Engineering she became a Manager of a ceo of a well known company... She is a soft hearted girl...but never scared of protecting her loved ones and standing up for herself... They met ..They dated even after their most trusted friends tried to separate them ...they survived....but one incident shattered everything...their love..their friendship... After two years they meet again...Not as the collegemates ...not as someone they knew...but as strangers.... What happened that drifted them apart? Will the gap in time be able to erase their pain and suffering?? Will they forgive each other and start a new journey? Will the future help them heal or will it drift them more apart?

Avni, a no-nonsense assistant professor, is content with her orderly life until Shaurya, a charismatic senior and her brother-in-law's closest friend, bursts into her world. Despite their contrasting personalities, Avni and Shaurya find themselves drawn to each other amidst the chaos of academia and family ties. Follow their tumultuous yet enchanting journey as they navigate love, friendship, and the complexities of their intertwined destinies. The book contains a 'steamy' epilogue and a bonus chapter.✨

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​