𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 "You're a monster," I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks, my voice echoing in the empty room. And all I received was his face, menacingly morphed into a sinister smile. It crawled up his lips like a shadow taking form, as if he finally found me catching the reality. His head tilted left ways, casting his features in something far crueler than darkness. "Yes I am." He replied. There are two types of monsters - one, that gets furious on being called one, whose words bleed in cruelty, inhumanity and sins. They'll snarl, snap at you, deny but at the end, they'd be humans in their cruelest form. But the other one - they smile on being called a monster. Their smiles are the darkest, unfurling in a slow, cruel silence. And when that smile touches their lips, know that you're never finding your way out of their world. You're already theirs. And I, I'm trapped in his world, the world I once wanted to escape but later on became my home and the only place of comfort. • "I'll break you till each piece has my name. And then, I'll make you like the way I want to see." •

Heart series book 1

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

"I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

Samaira Kapoor x Aditya Malhotra From fierce rivals in the classroom to inseparable partners in love. Two smart , well -read and insightful law students, solving a crime with focus of suspicion on each other . But neither of them knows what will happen when the truth will unveil and destiny will play its cards.

"WAIT!? YOU SOLD ME?" - "You are mine, Emily... You belong to me" he whispers in my ear and then kisses me. I feel electricity through my whole body. His hand goes from my hips to my ass and he squeezes so hard that I can't help the whimper that escapes me. "And this..." kiss! "...my future wife..." Smack! Right on my ass. "...Is only the beginning" * Mateo El Ricci Intense, Perceptive, Mysterious The most feared man in New York And my husband... My uncle sold me to their family and now I'm an wife to Mateo, the first guy who made me feels things deep inside. He hates me, it's clear. The way he looks at me with disgust makes me want to die, to run but I have nowhere to go. Until finally he lets me see the real darkness in his heart and claiming there is no place for me but he messed with the wrong woman. I love a challenge and I'm not planning to lose. The way in his heart is difficult, especially when the truth comes to light but you know what? Nothing is going to stop me from trying. Because he's worth the pain, lies and broken promises... Find out! (+18 scenes) Will edit soon when I have the time!

He is darkness; she is his light He is the beast; she is his beauty He is Hades; she is his Persephone He is the king; she is his queen❤️ "ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ᴄʜAᴀʜᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ, ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ᴄʜᴜɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ʜᴀꜱᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ, ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ʀᴜʟᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ ꜱɪʀꜰ ᴀᴜʀ ꜱɪʀꜰ ʜᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀɪ, ᴊᴀᴀɴ!!!ꜱʀɪꜰ ʜᴜᴍᴀʀᴀ!!" _____ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 "ʏᴇʜ ᴢɪɴᴅᴀɢɪ ʜᴀᴍᴀʀɪ ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ, ʀᴀɴᴀꜱᴀ, ʏᴇʜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴋᴀʙ ᴋɪ ᴀᴀᴘ ᴋɪ ɢʜᴜʟᴀᴍ ʙᴀɴ ᴄʜᴜᴋɪ ʜᴀɪ!!" ____ 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞

You must have heard many stories where two people forced into marriage eventually become eternal lovers. And of course, there's always a villainess-the ex-girlfriend-who tries desperately to break them apart but never succeeds, right? But here, I am that ex-girlfriend. The one who was dumped by a man who never trusted me with his secrets, let alone his heart. and now, I'm just trying my best to move on-living my life by pretending to forget him. For the past three years, I thought I was doing well. I thought I was free. But what happens when he walks back into my life- This time, carrying a powerful background i never even knew existed? _

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

☆✷ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ✷☆ When hearts collide, love doesn't ask for permission. It breaks, it burns, and it stays. Sanvi Singh is fire - passionate, guarded, and built on resilience. She's used to fighting her battles alone, used to silence, to swallowing her hurt behind ambition and smiles. Mahir Raghuwanshi is calm - controlled, calculating, and dangerously patient. He lives in a world of expectations, where emotions are weaknesses... except when it comes to her. They were never meant to cross paths, let alone crash into each other with the kind of force that leaves neither untouched. She challenges him. He steadies her. She builds walls. He walks through them. She runs. He stays. But love, real love, isn't gentle. It pushes. It exposes. It demands. This is not a perfect love story. It's raw, it's messy, and it doesn't come with guarantees. It's about two people who keep finding their way back to each other - not because they have to, but because something in them refuses not to. And maybe, just maybe, that's what love truly is.