"When love is tested by ego, betrayal, and fate." Irha, a kind-hearted, innocent girl, is forced into a marriage with Arbaaz - a man whose heart still lingers in the shadows of another: her own sister, Raha. What begins as a tale of sacrifice quickly spirals into a storm of jealousy, manipulation, and shattered dreams. Raha, driven by obsession and ego, becomes the poison in Irha's life - even as she falls for a man who sees her as nothing more than a pastime. Between Arbaaz's cruel indifference, Chachi's relentless hatred, and a house that seeks to destroy her, Irha quietly bears it all... until fate begins to turn. But will love bloom in a heart once hardened? Will truth ever rise above twisted lies? And when Raha's secret life begins to unravel, will it be too late to fix what's broken? Taqdeer is a powerful emotional rollercoaster of love, betrayal, guilt, and redemption - where one girl's silence holds a storm that could either save or shatter them all. "Aik narm dil larki, aik jhagdalu mohabbat, aur aik jhooti izzat..."

⋆˚✿˖°𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆˚✿˖° 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ˚ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐲! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫... 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐃𝐢𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.... ‎♡‧₊˚ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ‎♡‧₊˚ #Darkromance #secondmarriage #singlefather#desiroma

They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

She was the girl everyone whispered about - the *impure one*, the *bad omen*, the *unmarried mother*. For years, she carried her shame in silence, protecting her child and enduring the cruel stares of a world that never cared to know her truth. Until the day fate played its cruelest card. When her sister suddenly disappeared hours before her wedding, she was forced to take her place - veiled, trembling, and bound to a man she barely knew. But destiny had already written a darker twist... Because the groom - the man standing at the altar - was the very one who had unknowingly fathered her child. Two souls bound by a past they can't remember, a present they can't escape, and a truth powerful enough to shatter everything they believe in. In a world quick to judge and slow to forgive, can love rise from the ashes of betrayal and fate?

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... " When an arranged marriage brings these two together, how will the neglected girl cope with life alongside the man who rules all he sees??? What happens when the ruthless king becomes obsessed with someone who never learned to ask for anything at all?? She offers softness to a man who knows only strength. He gives protection to a woman who never realized she needed it... His eyes soften only for her. Her heart beats only for him... Together, they discover that some wounds heal best in the hands of another.. Will the king who takes everything he wants finally learn to give??? Will the woman who expects nothing finally learn to receive?? Start: 06 July 2024 End: 20 March 2025

"He is a royal, She is a commoner. He can't love, She is eager to get hers. He tries to ignore her, She wants to waste every minute of her day on him." Ruhi Bisht, a commoner of Almora, Uttarakhand. She is a goofy, hyperactive and talkative girl. She doesn't care about rules and regulations. In her life she is the rule-maker. Karan Rajput, a royal of Udaipur, Rajasthan. He is a quiet and secretive man. He has to follow his parents' every command, willingly or unwillingly. And he knows choosing his soulmate, is something he isn't allowed to do. Changes happen with time, And in Karan's family those changes will come with Ruhi's modern mind. When Ruhi would take stand for Karan, the rules have to bend. Willingly or Unwillingly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *This is the second book of "All Mine" duet.* ____________________________ All Rights Reserved ©

As he pulled her veil up his eyes darkened, Jaw clenched. without wasting any second he applied vermillion in her hair line. She can see his fisted hand as he stood up. Rajmahal of Rajgarh is a Palace of pride and happiness. 2 heirs of rajmahal are going to marry--Vihaan and Yuvaan singh Raghuvanshi. Both can die for each other. One is Quiet , mature and dominant. He is the pride of raghuvanshi's and Yuvaan is whole opposite of his elder brother but loves him more than anything. Everything was going well in their life. They are about to marry the girl of their choice but at the end....Destiny has to play game with them. . Starts:- 14, December 2022 End:- 27, January 2023 Picture/ gif/ quotes used in this story are not mine. Credit to the owner. An indian story. Fictional story. ACHIEVEMENTS. #1 in Arranged out of 1.63k stories. #3 in Marriage out of 64.2k stories. #1 in indian out of 1.66k stories. #1 in stories out of 242k stories. #1 in wattpad our of 98.9k stories