HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

"𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑼𝑵" 𝑹𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯 𝑹𝑨𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝒀𝑨 𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰 "I am the Darkest Desire which keeps on adding fuel to her wants, she has to learn how to obey, because she is no one's else's property but 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝑵𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝑰𝑬" 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑯𝑨 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑹 " I never thought of mylife as Hell but staying in here with him feels like one but why do I feel so comfortable with him why does he makes me crave for him bit by bit . Why does my body reacts to his touch, when j should feel disgusted of it, what is this feeling i can't understand but I know 𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬" THIS STORY CONSISTS OF: There are many different characters which will be coming below in the coming 😉 scenes. Age Gap Drama Trauma Blood Violence Mature Content🔞 I hope you all Vote this story and also please don't generate hate to any of the characters the story is totally mine and nobody has any contribution in this story so hope you all like it.

He's 28, all rough edges and chaos. Got that classic bad-boy vibe - smokes like a chimney, drinks like it's a religion, and fights like he's got nothing to lose. Doesn't care about anyone or anything, especially his family. They dumped him in a hostel when he was a kid, left him crying and begging, and now? He won't even look at them. Trust issues? Yeah, he's got those. Push people away before they can hurt him, that's his motto. Arrogant, reckless, and doesn't give a damn about rules. But deep down? Probably just a kid still screaming, asking why no one stayed. -Armaan Singh Raizada She is 21, a girl with a loving and warm personality. In her childhood, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her behind. Her mother's best friend, Sumitra, took her in and raised her as her own daughter. Since childhood, she has harbored a sweet~ crush on Armaan. - Mannat Desaii ~~~ Armaan secretly resents her because she is the reason he was sent to the hostel. His mother's constant care and affection for her made his father suspicious of children closeness, he doesnt want her in his house but because of his wife he was silent, believing that sending Armaan away would fix things, his father decided to went armaan hostel. To make matters worse, no one, not even his mother, stopped it from happening. That betrayal fuels the anger Armaan still carries "Two hearts tied by fate, torn apart by secrets and resentment. A girl with innocent love in her eyes, and a boy consumed by bitterness. What happens when childhood bonds turn into battles? When unspoken feelings clash with hidden scars? Step into a world where love fights against hate, and hearts are forced to choose between forgiveness and revenge. Will they heal each other, or will the weight of the past destroy them both? Read this story of tangled emotions and unexpected twists. ♦️Early Updates are available on stc

Book 1 where he fell first. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ A Girl creates an Instagram account where her schoolmates can confess their feelings to their crushes without revealing their identity. The twist comes when the Most Popular Boy of the school reveals about his secret crush and it turns her life upside down, giving her a chance to taste the sweetness of young first love. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ ★ Vinisha Sharma ★ The Good girl, an introvert, born topper, sweet, innocent, kind and beautiful. Books are her comfort place and romance is her favourite genre. All her life she's been a hopeless romantic. Looking for nothing but love. A kind of love which is only found in books. And then, she meets a boy who becomes her sunshine. Turning her fictional love into reality. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ ★ Aryan Malhotra ★ The Bad boy, an extrovert, flirty, tall & handsome, good at sports but bad in studies. A god-gifted face with a dimple. He was everything a girl wanted but he only wanted and needed her. He never thought that he will fall for someone completely opposite of him. But he fell.... hard. He never had expectations but just one hope. He tried to resist but failed. As she became his desire, addiction, obsession and a never ending temptation. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ Join this tale of first love that refreshes our school memories and gives birth to a lot of butterflies in our tummy throughout the story!

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

The captain of the basketball team, muscular and popular Advik! People call him cold, rude and the arrogant guy, but look at him he's falling for a soft girl who's his junior. What's so special about her that she's melting his icy heart? She's soft and sensitive girl who knows her worth and possessess soft feminine energy. Avni you can call her Avi. Advik, "If I ever saw flaws in her, I would rather say my eyes are flawed ones." Avi, "He's the gentleman. I never knew I would find."

Story of an average looking indian girl fighting with her own demons until our hero enters She has insecurities which she couldn't share with others.... He came to her as a remedy. He was used to live alone..... She came to him like a gentle breeze and showed him her love. It was not an easy journey for them.... They faced many difficulties in their secret marriage. But as the saying goes 'DIFFICULT ROADS OFTEN LEADS TO BEAUTIFUL DESTINATIONS' All their struggles worth it..... They were happy together. *The chapters in the book are short so it won't take much of your time to read.....so please try to read it, I won't disappoint you. *the book will be mostly of sadhvi's pov because i feel i can relate myself to her character. . . . Hello readers..... This is my first time writing a novel Hope you guys like it

~Rudransh Nanda~ A name that either stuns you into tremendous respect for its owner or bone-shaking fear that thrums deep into your soul. The enigmatic billionaire who might have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but grew an empire with his sheer hardwork and determination. People use three words to describe him: ruthless, cold and a beast out there to get anyone who comes across him and his family. Haunted by the horrors of his past and the calm, simmering anger that always seems out of control, he moves and lives for his family, who prays for the day someone can help him come out of his rage and actually live his life. They say that there will be a person who is written for you, solely with the purpose of turning your life around........it's destiny, an unmistakable and unshakeable truth of life. What happens when destiny makes Rudransh cross paths with the one written for him? What happens when one is living in the remnants of the past and one is running from it? What happens when light meets dark? Will darkness consume the light into it will the light shine through? Join me in this journey of pain, heartbreak and mad love! Tropes~ Grumpy*Sunshine Forced Proximity Slow Burn Romance Possessive*ML Innocent FL ~Mature content is included so please be forewarned before you dive in!~

In a world where justice and darkness walk the same streets, Atharva Yadhuvanshi is the man people trust to hunt monsters. A fearless CBI officer, known for his ruthless investigations and unbreakable moral code, he has spent years chasing criminals who believe they can escape the law. But the most dangerous criminal he will ever hunt... is the woman he cannot stop being drawn to. Akanksha Roy Singhania looks like perfection - graceful, intelligent, and untouchably elegant. To the world, she is calm and composed. But inside her mind lives another shadow. A darker persona. A silent predator. Haunted by Dissociative Identity Disorder, Akanksha lives with a fractured identity - one that hides a ruthless killer who leaves behind bodies and unanswered questions. When Atharva begins investigating a string of brutal murders, every clue leads him closer to a truth he isn't ready to face. Because the woman he is falling for... might also be the monster he is hunting. In a story filled with psychological twists, dark secrets, obsession, and forbidden love, the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. And when love collides with madness... Who will survive the truth?

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"