On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ✍ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ She was never anyone's first choice. Never the one they longed for, never the name whispered in love, never the heart someone ached for. She was just 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞- a replacement, a temporary fix for someone else's absence. When things went wrong, when mistakes needed a scapegoat, the blame always found its way to her. It didn't matter if she deserved it. It never did. And then, 𝐡𝐞 happened. He didn't see her as a substitute. He didn't compare her to ghosts of the past. He loved her- 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 her- like she was the only one who had ever mattered. He hel

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: ✦ 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥, 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕩, 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒, 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕩, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 ✦ 𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝔹𝔻𝕊𝕄 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 ✦ 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕥. ✦ 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕤. (ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕄𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤) ✦────────────✦

Alina Vesca has always been soft, kind, and... a chubby, the only child of a powerful mafia family who secretly loves her rotten. She never wanted the Vesca life, preferring the warmth of her bakery to the cold streets of New York's underworld. Now, she's in an arranged marriage with Enzo Marcello, the cold, dominant heir of a rival mafia family. He's used to control, women who bend and break, and a world where love is dangerous. But Alina isn't like anyone he's ever known. She's gentle, unassuming, and real. And for the first time, Enzo finds himself noticing her in ways he shouldn't.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

Hiro, the head of a Yakuza style Alpha gang finds a female, in one of his clubs, that he just can't seem to stop thinking about. She was bright, beautiful, funny and seemingly immune to the pheromones his gang pumped in to the clubs around the city. Drawn to her, his possessive nature, leads him to inject himself into her life. While Investigating her life in a stalker like fashion, he finds his soon to be brother in law has already set his sights on her, sights he needs to rescue her from. She is so much more than either of the alpha's realise, a prize for either breed, but Aiko can't seem to get her head round the gang culture, where deception, murder and family ties run deep. Trigger warning - This is a book with extreme adult content, with kinks, violence and sex, there is forced proximity, incarceration, and highly dub-Con.- it is a book of fiction but may upset some readers due to its contents - please avoid if dark themes and knotting aren't your thing.

[FOR WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS CERTAIN DEPICTIONS OF ADULT THEMES PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL ANY UNCOMFORT WITH THE DESCRIPTION ] THIS STORY FOLLOWS CALIOPE AUBERT AND SIMO MASSERIA ONLY OTHER CHARACTERS LISTED BELOW WILL BE IN THE STORYLINE, HOWEVER, THEIR SET STORYLINE WILL TAKE PLACE WHEN I CREATE OTHER STORIES. THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING!! ENJOYY "Do you understand the power you have over me amorina" he says with his soft lustful stormy grey eyes looking at me as if I'm god being worshipped for walking the earth he created. " I don't understand simo.... Wh-what do you mean" I respond to him barely a voice able to speak, holding eye contact with him- scared to let go and have him think I am uncomfortable around him. It's as if the essence of time stops around us. Crashing his lips toward me in such a smooth manner like he's done this a million times before, our bodies move together like leaves drifting in the wind on a cool spring breezy day. In that moment I knew he was made for me, handcrafted and gifted by god he was all for me. To love, to cherish, to laugh with, to cry on, to be upset at, to get flustered by, to just feel and go through all the emotions god had bestowed upon me that call me a human being. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {CHARACTERS} CALIOPE AUBERT A 20 year old platinum blonde haired sweet Norwegian woman living in the bright city that dares to love all, showing compassion to every aspect of living and non-living. Hoping one day that her dream of being in love will someday find her in the right place and time. So does that happen for her when she crosses paths with SIMO MASSERIA A 30 year old breathtaking Italian-American man that seeks fire in him to live for his one true forever everyday, finding his purpose with her and, her only. START: OCT 7-25 END: Amorina - little love

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

"What was the need" she shouted, "why did you bought me ? Was I a mere commodity to you to own and ruin?" These words shattered him to the core, he never expected to hear this from her. "The truth is far away from what you think, and the truth will just end you." -:TROPE:- Arrogant x Sunshine Enemies to lovers Sold Bride Possessive Touch her and die He fell first and harder Warning :- Story may contain some strong language and disturbing scenes that's why recommended for readers above 18 years of age.