_____________________________________ ✨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!!

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

SCHEDULE: Every Sunday 🩷 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Forgotten Throne Saga Series - BOOK 1: AMBIKA: His Obsession [Every book is a standalone] An ancient time story based on my imagination. Some thrones vanish from the world, but not from fate. A saga carved in silence, sealed in blood and whispered by time. Of kings who were storms and queens who held the divine in their fire. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀 begins with Rudra and Ambika - a love that time tried to bury, but destiny chose to immortalize. 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 was born after four generations of prayers. Fierce yet soft, innocent yet divine - she held a sword with the same grace she held a puja thali. Raised under royal values, but with the spirit of a warrior queen. And then there was 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 the untamed storm. The crown prince of Pralayvansh, a man feared by kingdoms and followed by destiny. He was made of shadows and silence, of honour and destruction. But behind that fierce gaze, lived a madness... only for her. They met not by fate - but by prophecy. Their names? Written in golden ink across forgotten walls. Their love? Cursed, divine, and dangerously obsessive. But can a love born of fire and fury survive a world built to tear them apart? • A secret pendant named - Sanjh. • A family heirloom ring - Rakhtbandh. • A Raj Purohit's prophecy echoing through time. Step into the immortal saga of love, war, loyalty, betrayal... and obsession. Because once Ambika became his, nothing - not even death - could undo that fate. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enjoyyy 💟🎀 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

She was his niece by law. He was everything she was never allowed to want. After losing her billionaire parents to a tragic suicide pact, 19-year-old Raya is thrown into the ruthless world of her step-uncle-Zane Thornfield. Cold. British. Mafia. A man carved from sin and secrets. She mocks his accent. He claims he doesn't care. But hate burns hot... and one forbidden kiss turns into a wildfire neither of them can control. He was twice her age. Her guardian by law. And the only man who made her feel wanted. But when love becomes a scandal, and a vengeful ex threatens to ruin everything... Zane must choose between protecting her name- Or claiming her as his, forever. ___________________________________________ ⚠️Highly mature content |18+⚠️ Contains mature themes: age-gap, forbidden romance, morally grey relationships, and explicit sexual scenes (18+). All characters are consenting adults🔞🌶. Follows Wattpad's guidelines. #2 in agegapromance #1 in maturethemes #1 in loved #1 in sleepparalysis #1 in funny #1 in forbiddenromance Started : 22 may 2025 Ended : 4 June 2025

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𝓡𝓾𝓱𝓲 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓡𝓪𝓳𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲 𝓧 𝓡𝓾𝓭𝓻𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻-𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰. We are worlds apart. She grew up surrounded by love, wrapped in the warmth of a joint family. I grew up alone, left to fight battles life threw at me. We don't make sense together. I have nothing to offer her-no grand promises, no dreams worth sharing. Yet, she managed to steal something I didn't know I could give-my heart. I built walls around myself, hard as stone, to keep her out. But she doesn't break them; she slips through the cracks I didn't know existed. She's healing wounds she didn't cause, mending a soul I thought was beyond repair. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷.

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.