I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ The Tale of Villains Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy of her brother. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Use of strong language, drug use, and violence. This story features problematic and morally ambiguous leads. Contains dark, toxic love stories and mentions of trauma. Do not proceed if this isn't for you} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Characters Toxic Love Multi couple 《Main couple: Rukmini and Krishna》

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

The rain crashed against the palace walls as the dark figure landed soundlessly on the stone balcony. A heartbeat later... He vaulted through the open window... Meersha looked up in shock. "...You?" Arjav stood at the entrance, drenched from head to toe, rainwater dripping from his hair onto the marble floor. "You crossed the border... in this storm?" He didn't answer. He just walked toward her, each step slow enough to make her heartbeat louder than the thunder outside. Stopping inches away, he caught her waist and pulled her towards him. His thumb brushed across her skin before he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for only a heartbeat. "Why are you here... at this time?" she whispered, though she hadn't taken a single step back. "You told me..." he murmured, his voice low, "...to come whenever I missed you." And lick her skin from back of her ear to the neck slowly. She swallowed hard "This is forbidden..." "I know." "Our kingdoms are enemies." "I know." "We don't even love each other..." "......" ____ His heart still belonged to the woman he could never have. She stopped believing that she will ever get loved by anyone when the love of her life chose someone else over her. Now there was only a desire neither of them was willing to deny. In an era where kingdoms were ruled by honor and a princess's reputation meant everything, they dared to share a forbidden bond that should never have existed. But then what happened that destiny brought them together as husband & wife but now if there's something between them.. it's a HATE. Will she be ever chosen? Will she be ever loved? And two hearts that refuse to admit that somewhere between forbidden touch and unwanted vows... They had already become each other's home..

Wanna know what happens when two people who can't stand each other get married? -War... disguised as love. ** RITURAJ SINGH RATHORE: A self-obsessed, arrogant, and utterly unapologetic prince-one who knows exactly the effect he has on people, and enjoys every bit of it. To the world, he is effortless charm. A playboy with an easy smile, a sharp wit, and a presence that turns heads wherever he goes. ** HRISHIKA SINGH SISODIYA: A big bundle of joy in a small body-until you cross her. She is egoistic, unapologetic, and refuses to bow to anyone, no matter who stands before her. There's a certain lightness in her presence-playful, bubbly, and chaotic but don't mistake that for softness. She doesn't hold back. She doesn't filter. And she definitely doesn't forget. People adore her spirit... until they become the target of it. She is chaos wrapped in grace, mischief laced with pride- and the last person anyone should underestimate. TROPES: GRUMPY × GRUMPY ENEMIES TO LOVERS CHAOTIC DUO EGO CLASHES Slow burn Banter & Sarcasm "I don't like you" to "I can't ignore you"

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 Nayantara Singh, a strong-willed corporate lawyer, has a past she can't escape, a past that continues to haunt her even as she steps into an engagement with Ishaan Shekhawat, the successful and determined CEO of Nirvana Groups. Torn between guilt and desire, Ishaan's love for Nayantara remains unwavering. Even as betrayal and chaos consume their world, their passion ignites in a storm of emotions, leaving them both craving more. Will love survive the veils of temptation and deceit, or will it be shattered forever? TROPES ✨ ╰┈➤ Second-chance romance ╰┈➤ Protective Hero ╰┈➤ Guilty Heroine ╰┈➤ Miscommunication ╰┈➤ Healing love ╰┈➤ Opposites attract ╰┈➤ Unlikely Redemption ╰┈➤ Protective Family