"You know what? Whenever I see you, this nuptial chain and this vermillion always remind me of the huge mistake I made. They constantly remind me that your father killed my uncle. They remind me that your father tried to kill my five-year-old nephew," he said, grabbing her nuptial chain and breaking it. The next second, a slap landed on his face. "Mr. Ibrahim Zayan Qureshi, stay in your limits! I know you married me just for revenge, but that doesn't mean I don't respect this marriage. For me, it's a pure bond," she said, tears slipping from her eyes as she bent down and started collecting the black and gold beads from the floor. Aavya Bansal, a broken soul-her father never respected her, and her mother always did her best to protect her daughter from her cruel husband. Ibrahim Zayan Qureshi was nothing but a man hungry for power. He wanted everything under his control. His male ego was so high that he couldn't even tolerate dissent from his own family.

Book 1 in Chaos Series Slow updates on wattpad, early updates on scroll stack. FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM charm_bells631 A heavy downpour, an anklet and two strangers. What could possibly happen? She unknowingly becomes the serenity to his chaos giving a new meaning to his life. Two years later their paths collide again, she is unbeknownst to the whirlwind of emotions he would bring in her life. What starts as a simple luncheon pushes her into an abyss of feelings entrapping her heart and soul. The dead demons from her past rise to life forcing her to leave him. She thought she knew him, all of him but she was wrong. They loved each other but their definitions were in stark contrast. Hers was selfless while his love for her was selfish that wanted nothing but her even if it meant going to the extreme depths of madness. #3 in billionaire #1 in madness #1 in historian #1 in cold #3 in family #1 in mafia #3 in rich #3 in care #1 in jealousy

*** "Stop trying to run away", Idris says as he holds Devaki by her shoulders. She glares up at him. "Never. I'll never stop. You'll have to kill me if you want to stop me", she tells him as she tries to struggle out of his arms. "Sorry, I'm not particularly fond of the idea of killing my wife", Idris says lightly as he brings his mouth closer. "Why? Why can't you let me go?", Devaki asks shaking her head. "Ask me anything. Anything else. I'll give it to you", he says desperately as he curves his palm around the side of her neck. "Let me go", she says. "I can't do that", he says bringing their bodies closer, ignoring the hitch in her breath when their bodies rub against each other. "I hate you", she whispers as her gaze flicks between his eyes and his lips that are closing in. "I know", he whispers as he tilts her head to the side before capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that had her relaxing against his body. * * * ~Devaki~ The partition of India and Pakistan wreaked havoc in the lives of people on both sides of the border. Devaki's case was not much different. Her life changed in a fortnight. Abducted and forced to marry into a Muslim family, she holds on to hope and willpower to find a chance to escape. But never did she expect her cold and indifferent husband to steal her heart. ~Idris~ Idris has his own reasons to obey his father and marry an Indian Hindu woman. His plan was simple. Get what he wants from his father and let the woman go. But what he didn't expect was the headstrong woman to barge her way into his heart and leave his plans to dust . ***** Join the journey of Devaki and Idris as they weave through life. What happens when their plans fail and they have to choose between what they want the most and their love for each other? Will they get what they want? Or will they choose each other? (Disclaimer: The dates, events and names of places in the story may not be accurate. The facts and events are bent to fit the story better.)

In the hushed corridors of a postgraduate institute, two souls converge. Savitri, the radiant sun, embodying rebellion with every stride, and Qamar, the introspective moon, harboring shadows within. Amidst societal expectations and personal dilemmas, their paths intertwine in a love that defies labels. As they navigate the complexities of faith, identity, and longing, they must confront a poignant question: Are they destined to merge, or are they merely parallel lines, forever adjacent yet never converging?

In a land of rivers and empires, Princess Anaya of Bengal and Zahir, a Mughal prince, are bound by an unlikely friendship. But as whispers of war grow louder, friendship becomes love, love turns to betrayal, and enemies become something else entirely. In a world where loyalty is a blade and love a weakness, can two hearts survive the rise and fall of empires?

To him, she was only a gift, a reward, a trophy. But gifts are only cherished in the beginning and are temporary. Later, forgotten. To her, he was her everything, her world, her soul, her treasure, her forever.She found the love and shelter in him that she never ever thought to ever get blessed with but her every dream shattered after the arrival of someone in his life and she finally realised that a courtesan never becomes the wife of a king. Even after getting married, she remains the other woman. This is the story of the king of Maheshwar, Maharaj Abhimaan and his courtesan wife, Sandhya.

Tara Mishra is a 20 years old introverted nerdy girl, who loves her family and is focused on her goals. She is happy with her life, studying hard and making her parents proud, reading books and novels, and music is everything for her. Whereas Hameer Khan is a 27 years old cold hearted Mafia and also a billionaire businessman. He feeds on people fear as it makes him feel powerful. But what will happen when Hameer Khan crosses his path with Tara Mishra? When chaos meet peace? When darkness meets light? --------------------------- " What?" I asked. " No...nothing" she said as she put a string of her hair behind her ear and looked outside from window. " Umm... Thankyou." she said, I gave her a questionable look. " It was a long day, and you made me laugh after such a tiring day. So thank you so much Mr-" she said looking at me and waited for me to tell her my surname or name. "Khan" I completed. " Mr. Khan" She said smiling lovingly. " And you?" I asked with the flow, knowing exactly what she's going to say. " Tara" she said with a cutest smile I've ever seen in my entire life. She's surely going to be the death of me. ---------------------------- #3 loveatfirstsight (34.2kstories) (07.03.24) #12 bookworm (11.09.23) #10 introvert (27.03.2023) #17 muslim (13.05.2023) #17 hindu (07.09.2023) #3 billionaire (45.7k stories- 07.3.24) #9 mafia (133k stories- 07.03.24) #8 possessive (51k stories- 7.3.24) #8 Indian (07.03.24) Bbys! I don't own any picture I've used in this book neither do I own any song which I may or may not put in this book. Also the cover, well I took pictures from internet and edited them and made the cover myself, but I don't own the original picture. Please don't copy my work or paste it somewhere or publish it somewhere, I'm working really hard on it and if by any2 chance I get to know that my work is being copy I won't hesitate to take some extreme measures. Adio....💖

~~~🙇🙇High drama alert 🙇🙇~~~ Sultan Muntazir Khan x Surti "To love you Sultan means to lose everything that makes me who I am. I cannot give up my freedom, even for love." ~Surti "If you don't love me, you're still mine. But if you want to go, I will let you go. However, I will never meet you again in the future. Can you live without me " ~Muntazir If you were given a choice: to have the unwavering love of someone who cherishes you more than their own life, but the price of that love is your freedom what would you choose?

The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

True love isn't found It's built!!!! Prachi Ranbir Kohli never thought her own sister will betray her, She never thought her Ranbir will doubt her, humiliate her But that happened and tht broke her to such a extent that only death was the solution for her One misunderstanding and everything is over But is it actually over?