"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

Krisha mehta is fashion designer by profession,24, and the temporary CEO of her father's empire by responsibility. She has learned one rule very well: emotions are weaknesses, and weakness is dangerous. She hates him. With a depth that even she refuses to understand. Why does she hate him? That answer is locked away in her silence-a secret she protects at all costs. She believes she knows the truth-believes that no one understands it better than she does. She thinks she has already seen through him, judged him, and closed that chapter forever. But the truth is far more dangerous. Because she doesn't know everything. He does. While she lives with half-answers and buried memories, he knows the entire story. Every detail. Every secret. Every reason she hates him. And while she believes he is just a man she despises, he has been watching her from the shadows for the past five years. Obsessing. Waiting. Wanting. To him, she was never just a woman. She was a fixation. As their worlds collide, buried secrets begin to surface-secrets that blur the line between love and control, hatred and desire. Because when a woman who believes she knows the truth meets a man who actually holds it... Nothing stays hidden.

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

Book 1 of the More Than Series "Some bonds are written long before they are spoken." At just six years old, Shivanya Chauhan was married off in the name of tradition. To her innocent mind, it was nothing more than a game of "playing house." But to Rudraksh Singh Rathore - sixteen, city-bred, and bound by his grandfather's dying wish - it became a silent burden and a sacred promise. Years passed. He left to chase his dreams - a soldier forged in the fire of discipline and duty. She stayed behind - a bride in waiting, her life molded by customs, her heart clinging only to his memory. Twelve years later, Rudraksh returns as a decorated officer, and Shivanya stands before him as a woman - no longer the curious child he once protected. Yet between them lies a bond that defies time, silence, and distance. Was it only a vow he had to fulfill? Or a love written in destiny long before either of them understood it? ✨ A tale of promises, longing, and a love that outlives tradition.

"Rukiye... Aayansh." He stopped. But still, he didn't look at me. "Idhar dekhiye... hamari taraf." Slowly, he turned his face-but his eyes avoided mine. And the moment I finally saw them clearly, I froze. They were red... filled with tears he was desperately trying to hold back. A shock ran through me. I had never imagined he would take it this seriously... that it would affect him this deeply. "Meera... please," he whispered, his voice unsteady, as if he was struggling to keep his emotions hidden. I took a step toward him. He turned slightly, staring at the river flowing beside us, refusing to meet my eyes. I stepped closer. I could feel his body stiffen as the distance between us disappeared. Now, just inches apart, he finally looked at me-and the pain in his eyes broke something inside me. Tears welled up in my own eyes. I didn't understand it. Why was I crying? Why did seeing him like this hurt so much? Since when had he begun to matter this deeply to me? I had no answers. He looked away again, trying to avoid me. Slowly, I raised my hand and cupped his face. His eyes slipped shut instantly, as if he was barely holding himself together. I placed my other hand on his cheek and gently turned his face toward mine, forcing him to look at me. "Mat kariye, Meera..." he murmured, his voice breaking as another tear rolled down his cheek.

Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌶 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir

book 1 of [ junoon series] . (Edited version) A CEO x Artist. A Muslim arranged marriage story filled with twists, turns, and the thin line between love and obsession. She longed to be loved, but instead, she became bound to a consuming obsession-an unending, inescapable passion. When their eyes met, one was gripped by fear, the other consumed by obsession. What she thought was mohabbat turned into a world where he made her his junoon from the very moment she stepped into his life. She was his. She was his mohabbat. She was his junoon. And him? He was her twisted love, her never-ending mohabbat. Step into their world and witness the doors between mohabbat and junoon... WARNING: Contains mature themes including trauma, past secrets, stalking, and intense emotional moments.

#1 in ceolove ( 24 apr, 2026) It was never supposed to be love. Reyansh Malhotra agreed to the marriage for responsibility. For family. For tradition. For peace between two powerful households. Dr. Kashvi Sharma said yes for trust. For her parents. For destiny. For a future she hoped would bloom gently. He believes love is built on logic. She believes love is built on feeling. He walks into the marriage with guarded walls and quiet detachment. She walks in with nervous hope and a heart full of romance novels. He drinks black coffee in silence. She talks about sunflowers over breakfast. It's an arranged marriage - polite smiles, formal conversations, shared spaces that feel unfamiliar. But somewhere between hospital shifts and boardroom meetings... between family dinners and accidental late-night confessions... distance turns into comfort. And strangers begin to feel like home. Read at your own risk - you might fall in love.💓 Binge read 🤍

Book 1 of IMPERFECTION SERIES A saga of love and healing If you're interested in a love filled with trust, respect, healing eachother, having someone to say it's okay. And You're enough. It's for you ❤️‍🩹 ( Both leads are possessive about each other. ) RUDRA SINGH MALHOTRA 24 year old , A guy with striking grey eyes which held no emotions in it, A guy full of MAN with his 6 ft height and muscular build. heir to the Malhotra company.A man who lived with misery and darkness for the past 11 years. A man who wear his coldness and "Come my way I'll unalive you " Persona as a Armour. A Scarred king. Who say he doesn't need love but some part of him always yearns be be loved and held like he was precious. YASHNA SHARMA 22 year old, A bubbly girl more like a clumsy one with lot of insecurities. Who just graduated ug and was planning to join pg at Delhi University . Comes from a Normal middle class family with lovely parents and trouble of a younger brother. A girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Love to read books and get lost in the peace it brings her .She is anything but naive. Even though her insecurity always breathing down on her neck but that doesn't stop her from living the present. Two people with poles apart personality and way of living. They met by some miracle. Now as much as the other forces wants to separate them. The red thread of fate binds them in more than one way. trope: marriage of convience slow burn she fell first. he fell harder past trauma possessive MMC & FMC grumpy & sunshine