In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 & 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥 #1 in India (13/08/25) #1 in India (19/08/25) ⋆˚✿˖° ✦•𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥•✦ A 25 year old calm and sweet girl. A strong believer of Mahadev.Her beauty not only radiates from her golden brown skin but also from her pure heart , but she's unaware of the beauty she has within her because of being judged by her relatives and the society. And now she was going to marry a man who was no different from the people who made her question her own existence. ✦• 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 •✦ A 30 year old ruthless Mafia leader of the American and Italian Mafia. He never thought that coming to India for a business deal would change his whole existence. He never needed someone in his life until he saw her in her wedding attire, and now all he wanted is her and he was going to have her. Because she have became his passion, insatiable desire, obsession, His Junoon. Is that all or there is more into it ? . ⋆˚✿˖° So, After a lot of request Junoon is going to be a full lengthy book. Give it a try.

❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Bound Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

She didn't understand the concept of marriage....not Fully for her it meant that she will be safe and her parents wanted this ....so without much thought ,she agreed to marry ....without knowing what the relationship between husband and wife truly is. He always spoke against the injustice in the society...but now he's marrying a 15 year old girl ...he never thought that this will happen but he didn't have any choice..... It's an 80's based story and before coming to conclusions plz read the story

_____________________________________ ✨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 have mind okay.enjoy!!

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.

[Under editing] ✨ He was obsessed with her eyes. One glance, and he fell harder than he ever thought possible - and from that moment, he vowed never to let her go. Mr. Reyansh Malhotra. A devil in human form. His rage is lethal-he doesn't think twice before ending a life. Cold. Ruthless. Heartless. But for one girl, he became something he never imagined. He bent, he sacrificed, he gave up pieces of himself... all for her. Yet, a devil never truly changes. Behind every act of devotion, his darkness lurked. He manipulated, deceived, and played every twisted game to keep her bound to him. For her, he was not just a man- He was a psycho, a beast craving her endlessly. And his obsession was a cage she could never escape.

🌹✨ His Rani, His Ruin ✨🌹 A Royal Dark Romance by @kiara_azira03 👑 𝘙𝘢𝘫𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘰𝘧 𝘜𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘳. 🩸 𝘋𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. 💍 𝘗𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢. At 22, Nayra Rathore is forced into a marriage she never chose to a man twice her age just to keep her away from one name that terrifies her entire kingdom: 🔥 Rudraksh Singh Raghuwanshi 🔥 The crowned Maharaja of Rajasthan. The cold-blooded underworld mafia king of Asia. And her brother's sworn enemy. But just as the final pheras are taken... the veil lifts... and he is the one filling her maang with sindoor. "Jaan hai aap humari... aapne soch bhi kaise liya aapko kisi aur ka hone denge, Ruh?" ⚔️ Surrounded by guns, swords, and the roar of rituals she realizes she's not escaping him. Because he didn't come to take her hand. He came to claim her soul. ⸻ 💔 He's obsessed. 👑 She's forbidden. 🔱 And their love? It might just ruin them both... ⸻ #1 in MafiaStory #1 in Newstory #1 in Royalromance ⸻ #DarkRomance #RoyalRomance #IndianWattpad #MafiaKing #ObsessiveLove #RajputVibes #ForcedMarriage #WattpadIndia

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."