The story starts with Ruhi, a girl who hates her cold and arrogant boss, Rudra Rathore. But fate plays a cruel game when she is forced into an arranged marriage with him and becomes his replaced wife. After marriage, Ruhi slowly falls in love with her husband, but Rudra never misses a chance to insult her and remind her that she means nothing to him. After a year of heartbreak, Ruhi finally decides to move on. And that's when Rudra Rathore starts noticing her... watching her... and slowly becoming obsessed with the woman he once pushed away. Tropes: • Arranged Marriage • Replaced Wife • Obsession • Possessive male lead. • Love Triangle

Rajveer Singh Rathore: A 26 year old man who is the soon to be king of Rajasthan and also underworld mafia king. He is youngest billionaire and also the eldest heir of Rathore Family. He is the richest men in India who hold the POWER of MONEY in the business world and also political world. He is one of chosen people who runs the whole country behind the curtains. He only believe in himself. Women's bow down in front of him because of his Greek god looks and body but he does not give a damn fuck about it. He does not believe in love nor in women's because he thought everyone want his money, fame and ofcourse looks. He care for his love ones, but he never show any emotion in front of anyone . Prisha Singh Bhadauria: A 23 year old girl . There is kidness, love, confidence, happiness, success present in her name. If anyone try to get on her nerves she does not hesitate a bit to show them their place. The true Indian beauty in and out .Living in London for her post graduation studies. She is the youngest daughter of Bhadauria Family. She does believe in love but not in her life. She love her family and love ones. Let's see how love begins between Rajveer and Prisha !!! Let see how she become his sukoon ? English is not first language so please don't mind If any grammatical mistakes..

𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.. 𝑹𝑼𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑬𝑹 𝑹𝑨𝑱𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑻 The" Raja sa " of Rajasthan.A businessman,the whole Rajasthan worship him not just of his wealth and power because of his unwavering justice and commitment to the well being of his people. Loves his family a lot especially his choti-ma. 𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑨 𝑹𝑨𝑱𝑷𝑼𝑻 A young dedicated and kind-hearted doctor, lost her parents at a young age. Raised by her loving uncle and aunt, she cherishes the warmth and support they have given her. To Ishita, family represents the heart of life's happiness. Her belief is simple: "Family is essential; its value is truly felt only when it is no longer there." ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ Let's dive into their story to know more about them and their families.

Aaryan Malhotra stopped believing in love the day his heart broke. Siya Sharma never stopped believing - even when no one believed her. He's the nation's most eligible business tycoon - cold, composed, and emotionally retired since his first heartbreak. She's a pediatrician with a soft heart, loud laugh, and temper sharper than her eyeliner. One arranged meeting. One near fall. And two families who've already planned the wedding. When their families decide they're perfect for each other, what begins as a traditional "rishta meeting" turns into a rollercoaster of chai-fueled chaos, healing, and late-night texting. Because maybe love doesn't need fireworks - sometimes, it just needs one stubborn girl, one guarded man, and a home full of loud, meddling desi relatives. 💛 "Tera Mera Safar" - When Hearts Come Home: Rishton Ka Ghar.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

"Butterfly..." he whispers, his heart breaking as he realizes what he's losing. "Don't leave me. Please, don't close your eyes," he begs, patting her cheek, trying to keep her awake. But It's his Daisy NOT butterfly, a sad smiled formed on her lips, With her last breath, whispers, "I wish they never open again." She closed her eyes... "Maybe forever!!!!!!!" 𝕬 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊❤️ This is a heart-wrenching tale of unspoken love, unhealed wounds, and the courage to fight for the love you never knew you needed. Tropes🌟 🦋Slow Burn Romance 🦋Arrange Marriage 🦋Strong ML and FL 🦋Family 🦋Past 🦋Secrets All rights are reserved by Rashi_Jha ⚠️This is my original work Don't copy my work. If found, strict actions will be taken.⚠️

Early update on stck, paid!! Posting chapter once target is completed!! 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 '𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 She was sitting on the bed, waiting for her husband when the door clicked open. Her fist clenched the hem of her pallu. Her heart was beating too loud, the only sound in the quiet room. She lifted her eyes as a paper was dropped in front of her. her heart shattered as she looked at the paper, a drop of tear dropping on it. "This marriage means nothing to me, I don't accept you as my wife. Sign these papers whenever you wish" And there the hope to find love ever in her l

"From the moment I saw her, I knew she would be my downfall." Charvik Singh Thakur never believed in love at first sight. Then he saw her. One glimpse was enough to turn admiration into devotion. One smile was enough to make him forget every rule he had ever lived by. While the world saw an ordinary woman, Charvik saw something sacred-someone worth protecting, worshipping, and destroying kingdoms for. --- "I wasn't looking for her. Fate dragged her into my path anyway." Prarambh Veer Pratap Singh built his life on control. Love was never part of the plan. She was supposed to be temporary. A mistake. A replacement. Instead, she became the woman who turned his house into a home, his son into hers, and his carefully guarded heart into a battlefield. Now, two men who never believed in surrender have found the one woman capable of bringing them to their knees. And heaven help the person who tries to take her away. A story of obsession, devotion, family, secrets, and the terrifying lengths a man will go to for the woman he loves.