A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

📌 Disclaimer / Intro Note for Readers: When I first started this story, I was accused of copying from a book named Siara. At that time, I honestly didn't know about it, but now I do. This version is a completely rewritten plot, with fresh twists, new character arcs, and my own vision. Nothing here is taken from anywhere else-this is purely my creation. °•°•° Aradhya Rajvansh's life shattered the day her own family turned their backs on her, believing lies that landed her in prison. After four years, she walks free-not as the girl she once was, but as a woman forged in pain and silence. With only her younger brother Ansh by her side, she rebuilds her life far away from home, shutting her heart to the world. But destiny has other plans. Her path collides with Rishav Raghuvanshi-a man of quiet strength, protective warmth, and ruthless determination. Thrust into his family through marriage, Aradhya finds herself torn between old wounds and the possibility of a new beginning. While Rishav's unwavering presence starts breaking down her walls, shadows of betrayal and enemies from the past threaten to return. This is a story of heartbreak, resilience, and the slow, tender healing of a warrior's heart.

⚠ EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠ ❝ Cry more harder! Lemme see those pretty tears. ❞ his vicious tongue licked her tears, still maintaining the eye contact. ❝ You dare to escape me! You thought you could? Did you? ❞ He yelled louder, his voice dripping with malice and hatred for her. --𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 🚫 THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED. THIS CONSISTS ABUSE, FORCED INTIMACY, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM. #4 Abusivehusband 27/02/2025 #1 kookie out of 1.99k stories 1/03/2025 #4 jeon out of 2.02k stories 1/03/2025 #2 abusive out of 9.06k stories 15/3/25 @Lilac_bangtanfics

Let's witness the love story of a chartered accountant and a billionaire. It's a rollercoaster story of CA Anusree Das and The business tycoon Abhimaan Thakur and their cute little munchkin Akansh Thakur. 'Akansh go to your room !' said Abhimaan frustratedly and angrily. 'No papa,I want to sleep with mumma' said the cute little Akansh innocently unaware of his father's intention _________________ 'I'm hard, I need you and You ARE MY WIFE , it's your Duty to SATISFY your husband in the best way ' He said frustratedly and boringly. I glared at him with fury and rage. I was shock will be an understatement The audacity of this man.My brain mocked me. 'I'm not a prostitute Mr.Thakur that I will sell my body to a stranger.Now I get,why you were so desperate to send Akansh to his room' I said angrily. But when I saw his red eyes I got hella scared it was screaming dominance,rage, disappointment. To know the story further let's dive into it. Mature content!!!!

Ayaansh Singh Rajput: A wealthy CEO of a prominent business in Rajasthan. He married his love, Aarushi, four years ago. When they finally became parents, tragedy struck. Aarushi lost her life while giving birth to their daughter, Arya. Even three months after her passing, he still wakes up from nightmares, calling out her name. Though, to give his daughter a mother's immortal love, he decides to give life another chance and get married. However, he has forbidden his heart from loving again, fearing the pain of another loss. Ruhanika Mehta: a woman with her own scars, has learned to live independently after her first marriage ended in heartbreak. Though she's hesitant, Ruhanika agrees to marry Ayaansh, driven by a desire to find the love she has always craved and to embrace the possibility of a family. But stepping into a ready-made family is more challenging than she imagined, especially when there's her husband who refuses to love again and a baby who needs a mother's love and warmth. Ayaansh and Ruhanika's paths cross in an unexpected turn of fate. Both carry the weight of their pasts, but for the sake of little Arya, they agree to a marriage of convenience. Ayaansh, once vibrant and full of life, is now a reserved and grieving man. Despite her hesitation due to her past, Ruhanika decides to give love another chance, hoping she can find the happiness she craves. Many questions arises in their heads: Will she accept my daughter? Love her like a mother should to their child? Will his daughter accept me as her mother? Will I be able to trust her? Can I be a good wife and a good mother? Will his family accept my past? Will they accept me knowing I'm divorcee? Will she be able to stay knowing I can't love her? As Ayaansh and Ruhanika navigate their new lives together, they must confront their pasts and face their deepest fears. Will they find solace and love in each other, or will their insecurities and doubts tear them apart before they can truly begin?

Book 1 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Dive into this Arranged Marriage which is spicy, salty and sweet. They saw, they fought, they quarrelled and they lived........ Enter into their life full of chaos and calm . . . . . . . . . . . . "Don't you fucking dare to touch my things. My family wanted a daughter-in-law and I wanted a wife for name-sake to ascend the throne of Rathores. So stay away from me and my things." He angrily spat. I was on the verge of breaking my patience. What do he think of himself. "DO YOU GET IT?" He yelled. And that's it. It was my saturation point. "NO!!!!, I don't get it and yes DO NOT YELL!!! I can also do that. May be better than you, so keep your voice down and I am not interested in you and your belongings from the fucking beginning. So don't worry I won't interfere in your personal space." I quoted the "personal space" giving pressure to that word. I think he is awestruck or may be shocked that I gave him a reply. He came close, I mean deadly closer that our breaths mingled together. But I didn't budge from my position. We were only a inch far from each other. He literally hovered over me and I thought that the night will last long in fighting with the monster of my husband. But he just glared deadly at me and stormed off to the washroom slamming the door shut. Then I released the breath which I didn't even notice I was holding. . . . . . . Strong male and female characters Grumpy x Sunshine Arrogant x Sweet South Indian girl