'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 secondchances #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #3 trending #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 arrangedmarriage #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.

This isn't love. This is something far more perilous. A dark romance between two souls who should have stayed strangers... but can't. He is feared by all. Arjun Deshmukh, ruthless, dangerous, the man who does the dirty work of the rich and powerful. Blood and money built his empire. She is gentle, soft, untouched. Ishita - his second wife, married not for love, but for necessity. A schoolteacher who became a mother to his children, but never his wife. Two different worlds. One house. And a forbidden desire that could ruin them both. Because even the King of Darkness can't fight what he isn't supposed to feel.

He married for duty, but she made him sin Arnav Devraj was never meant to fall in love. Not when his family's empire demanded obedience. He made a promise to his family, to his legacy, to a woman he didn't love. When Arnav Devraj's life becomes a battlefield between duty and desire, between Ruhi's forbidden touch and Nandini's rightful claim only one woman will win. And the other will destroy him.

"तुझे जीत-जीत हारूं... ये प्राण-प्राण वारूँ... हाय ऐसे मैं निहारू...तेरी आरती उतारूं... तेरे नाम से जुड़े हैं सारे नाते..." (Saiyyan) Love that's sacred. Loyalties that are tested. Secrets that can shake nations. In the glamorous heart of Milan, beneath the glint of fashion and fame, lies a covert mission threatening to tear the world apart. Shivaang Shrivastav, a RAW agent operating under the guise of a textile exporter, is on the hunt for a deadly terror-financing network hidden within Europe's elite. But fate throws him into the path of Ruhi Verma, an aspiring designer with a heart full of dreams and a past she's trying to forget. What begins as a forced arrangement slowly turns into a bond neither of them saw coming. Between stolen glances, shadowed enemies, and whispered betrayals, their story unfolds - a tale of love blooming amid lies and hearts beating beneath bulletproof vests. Rati: His Operation Forever is not just a mission. It is a vow. To protect. To serve. And to love, even when everything else demands otherwise. Ranking: #1 in secretidentity #1 in undercovermission #5 in spyromance

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 STANDALONE NOVEL! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

SEQUEL TO ALL THE WRONGS To love is to lose. Your sanity, your reason, your heart, your very being. She had come to understand this truth and had embraced it, not with fear, but with acceptance. Even if she ceased to exist as she once was, whatever she became, she would be his. For only in that surrender did she feel whole. Her will had crumbled, her resistance left in ruins. She was no longer the woman she was. She had become someone else, shaped by longing, claimed by a man who should never been hers to want. Yet her pursuit of him was relentless. A forbidden longing. A chase with no end in sight. But how much longer could she play this game alone? Would he ache for her the way she burned for him? Would the mere thought of her unravel him, setting his veins ablaze with a desire so raw it bordered on pain? Would he know the agony of restraint, the torment of wanting what was forbidden, of needing what he could not have? Or would he walk away unscathed, untouched by the fire that had consumed her whole?