𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏-𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔.𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇, 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆..

"𝑨𝒌𝒔"... 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚-𝒁𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒚. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?? 𝑹𝒂𝒚𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. "𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢" (𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.) ⚘ ⚘ ⚘ 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒....

"You seem to be really intelligent," she said, running her fingers over the spine of my book. "More than you, I guess," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Then you must know the meaning of every word," she said. "Not every word, but most of them," I replied. "Do you know what manhoos (cursed) means?" she asked. "Cursed," I repeated. "Where have you heard it?" I asked, curious-or maybe more concerned. "My Dadi Ammi says I'm manhoos," she continued. Her eyes lost the sparkle they had a moment ago. I was left speechless for a moment, wondering why a grandmother would say such a harsh word. "It seems like you don't know either," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. I stared at her face, and before I knew it, I blurted out, "Beautiful." "Cursed means beautiful," I added hastily. 🌟🌟 Alizey Haider: A girl labeled as cursed, unfortunate, and unlucky by the world- believes she isn't worthy of love. Shehryar Sultan: A boy who considers her as his entire world and loves her like breathing. A LOVE STORY THAT YOU CANT RESIST ✨️ Bitter Brownies by @author_lizz09

_____________________________________ ✨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 haw 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?

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

(Needs Editing) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

She never dreamt of marrying young. She dreamt of finishing her college, singing infront of the whole world , and living a quiet life. But fate had other plans. When Meher Mishra , a sweet and innocent literature student, is forcefully married to Veer Singhania - the cold-hearted heir of Mumbai's most feared mafia family - her world turns upside down. Veer makes it clear from day one: he doesn't love her, doesn't want her, and will never accept her. But there's a twist she never expected. While her husband treats her like a stranger... his family embraces her with warmth. His grandmother pampers her, his sister becomes her best friend, and his mother shields her from his temper. Caught between the love of her in-laws and the coldness of her husband, Meher finds herself slowly breaking through Veer's walls... but at what cost? Because in his dark world, love isn't just a weakness. It's deadly.

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐞-𝐃𝐢𝐥 (سفرِ دل): 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ Then, his voice broke again, and he admitted something that made Zara's heart tighten. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙖," he said, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮." Zohraan buried his face deeper into Zara's chest, seeking solace in her warmth, his words muffled but heavy with fear. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙... 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧," he confessed, his voice cracking with the weight of his vulnerability. His grip tightened around her waist, holding onto her as though letting go would make his nightmare come true. Zara could feel his body trembling against hers, the raw emotion seeping into every word. "𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙕𝙤𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙣..." she whispered, her voice soft but steady, filled with a calm reassurance only she could give him. "𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩." She gently raised his chin, guiding his tear-streaked face to hers. "𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩... 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝," she whispered, sealing her promise with a kiss on his forehead. Her lips lingered there, offering comfort and security. As she kissed away the tears that followed, a fresh wave of emotion broke through his once composed exterior. ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ Peek in to know more ♡

"Husbwand Hyungie?" "Yes, bun." What happens when a little human tornado enters in the life of Mr. Perfect?