Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

#1 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦 ☆☆☆ "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. "𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. ☆☆☆ • 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀- 𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑖 (𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦) • 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇- 𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎 𝑒𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎 (𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦) ☆☆☆ 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴:- ~ 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 ~ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 ~ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ~ 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 ~ 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ~ 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘟 𝘌𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢 ~ 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨ue

❝𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲̨𝗿, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴..❞ [UNDER EDITING] What happens when rage and obsession collide? Neither of them wanted marriage. But destiny rarely asks for permission. Especially when it's fueled by bullets, betrayal, and a twisted kind of devotion. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶, is rage personified. The heir to an empire of guns and gold, he's the eldest son of a feared mafia family. Possessive, unpredictable, and unforgiving-he doesn't just protect what's his, he owns it. After rejecting nineteen marriage proposals, he reluctantly agrees to one... for reasons only his blood-stained heart understands. 𝗥𝗮𝗮𝘃𝗶 𝗥𝗼𝘆 has a temper just as volatile. The only daughter of London billionaire Omkara Roy, she has no interest in Indian traditions or being controlled. But when she's forced to return to India for a marriage she didn't agree to, her world turns chaotic. She just wanted her freedom. Not a husband with eyes full of fire and fists that have tasted blood. This isn't your typical arranged marriage romance. This is obsession, wrapped in tradition and sealed with danger. -𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆 𝟏 ⋆༺ ٠࣪⭑ ༻⋆

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 "Damm, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek. "Huh?" "It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger. "He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip. "So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?" "I... I will..." "You will what?" "I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said. "From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."

✮⋆~ A Desi Romance ~⋆✮ [ Stalker ahead ] ✧﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ✧ "Not this time it's us , We both are suffering right now " Aryaman said , gazing at her holding divorce papers in his hands. " We were never us Mr. Shekhawat " Drishti said, taking her steps back , wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes , trying to create a distance between him and her. Between them. Aryaman said in a pleading tone holding back his tears "Listen to me , please." "We met , we became friends , we liked each other's presence, we married , I lov.... Let it be ,We were just a coincidence, that's it. Her voice tinged with pain , staring only at the divorce papers he was crumbling tightly. Then his dark orbs met with her brown's only to be flinched by his roaring demure. " AND THIS FUCKING COINCIDENCE IS OUR DESTINY " ❖﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌❖ ✧ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐓𝐀 ✧ ╰⪼ " I think it's just a dream if I woke up , happiness will be all gone. " ❖ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 ❖ ╰⪼ " I would cross all depths to stay in this moment with her , only for her" ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆ " Suna aapne , Hume dard ho raha hai " ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆

𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵. 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂. 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂. 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂. _________★★_________ What if the groom-to-be is already married but is clueless about it? Chaos ensues as the truth comes crashing down on the celebration of meaningless beginnings. Destiny plays its masterstroke as he discovers that his wedding planner is really his wife, who would move heaven and earth in order to escape their accidental espousal. Including planning his marriage to her high-school nemesis and hiding their holy bond. Reeva Singhania might be a blessing for every couple out there, turning their big day into an unforgettable celebration, but she hates the very idea of marriage itself. She wasn't ready to be tied to Aditya Roy, she never would be. Aditya Roy, the man whose charms she isn't immune to even after being indifferent to romantic attachments to the other gender. The man who has the devil on his toes in a flick of his fingers and chases his possessions with passion. He has his eyes set on her while she is the stubborn siren who would accept anything except for being his wife. One has skyrocketing standards in terms of marriage, while the other abhors it. Would an alliance based on deception work? Would she ever come out of the clutches of her past to imagine a future with him? Or would this unplanned alliance crumble even before it began? Continue reading to know if love blooms or ugly truths shatter them apart... ___________ A sequel to The Alternative Bride...Can be read as a Standalone romance Thank you so much @noturfavb_ for the beautiful cover.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

★ ⋆ a one shot ⋆ ★

"𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓" +++ Muntazir • मुंतज़िर • منتظر ~ one who waits. +++ Zaviyar Agha had everything in the palm of his hand except for one thing, or better yet, one person. While Ariha on the other hand, for her, life was beautiful. She had it all, perfect parents, perfect friends, and perfect life. Everyone loved her, and it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her but there was one person who loved her a little more than anyone else, waiting for her to see him like he saw her, But what to do, one is clueless and one is waiting to express his love to his clueless sweetheart. +++