He was power. She was innocence. Atish Singh never believed in love-only control, authority, and power. As the Sarpanch of Aligarh, people feared him... and obeyed him. Amrit Mehta had never seen darkness. Raised in comfort and love, her world was soft-until her father's last decision bound her to a man she had never met. A marriage made out of desperation. A husband who never wanted her. A world she was never meant to survive in. But in a life ruled by power and enemies- will she remain just a responsibility... or become something far more dangerous?

❝When vows are shattered, redemption is the only way❞ Adyant ᥫ᭡veda 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: - Marriage of convenience - She fell first, he fell harder - Age gap - Slow-burn - Hard-core angst - Second chance romance - Groveling

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When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

An Arranged Marriage | A Broken King | A Shattered Queen | A Second Chance at Love Raghav Raghuvanshi - the aloof, cold-hearted upcoming king of Rajasthan - has only one soft corner left in his life: his three-month-old son. After a loveless marriage and a betrayal that shook his soul, Raghav built walls no one could break. Enter Siya Sharma - a simple government school teacher with a haunted past of her own. Plagued by panic attacks and shadows she can't escape, Siya never imagined her fate would tie her to a man as emotionally distant as Raghav. But destiny has its own plans. When Siya becomes the chosen bride in a last-minute twist of fate, she's thrust into a royal palace full of secrets, scars, and silent hearts. Can two broken souls, both too scared to trust, find healing in each other? Can a child's innocent smile bridge the gap between a guarded father and a wounded bride? And when past secrets resurface, will their silent hearts finally learn to speak the language of love? A story of emotional healing, slow-burn romance, and whispered promises - Silent Hearts will leave you breathless and teary-eyed.

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"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya . . #284 out of 2.31 Million (in Love) #12 out of 99.9K (on Wattpad) #164 out of 101K (In Secret) #143 out of 173K (in comedy) #155 out of 115K (in best friend) #156 out of 477K (in fiction) #24 out of 63K (in crush) #128 out of 299K (in lovestory)

Crystal Eliza Crest had lived a life of privilege, untouched by the brutality that built her father's empire. She had everything-wealth, loyalty, and power-without ever realizing the blood that kept it intact. But ignorance wasn't immunity, and when the war between mafias took a personal turn, her world shattered. Ivan Sergio Dimitri had been raised in violence, molded into a leader with a single mission-destroy the American Mafia and show no mercy. He knew nothing of softness, only power and control. When Crystal fell into his hands, she was nothing more than leverage, a pawn to be used and discarded. She wasn't strong. She wasn't a fighter. Fear ruled her, yet she clung to the hope that someone would save her. But Ivan had no patience for weakness, and in his world, the only way to survive was to obey. He was the devil-ruthless and unyielding. She was a prisoner-fragile and powerless. Their paths were never meant to cross, yet here they were, bound by fate, trapped in a war that neither of them could escape. Would she learn to endure the darkness, or would Ivan crush her completely? Warning: This is an extremely dark romance. It delves into themes of power, control, and brutality. Not for the faint of heart.

#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

He hated her because of the darkness of her skin; it was not the fair complexion he preferred. The marriage had been forced on him by a promise his grandparents made long ago, a promise he regretted every second of every day. He didn't care about her dreams or feelings. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation he resented. Looking at her filled him with disgust and shame. He couldn't bear the thought of calling her his wife or showing her to his friends. In his voice, during their wedding night, he told her, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable night who only brings pain." She had married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet he never once introduced her proudly as his wife. Instead, he kept her hidden from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social standing. 🩶His Brown Bride