[a desi arranged marriage story] ── bound by an arranged marriage, they never saw love coming-until it did, without warning ── [Mentions of BTS, if you hate or dislike them then please leave respectfully]

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

Pravinya, a 25 year old working as an IT employee, loves nature and long drives , had a worst childhood experience so she craves for love from her suppose partner. Ashish , a 27 year old working as a cinematographer Loves his job and wants to enjoy the life and doesn't like the concept of marriage but still wants to give it a chance. When both the opposites are tied in a relationship called marriage what will it possibly lead to? Will the realise their love and accept eachother? Dive into to know more!

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

Book 2 in Crimson Crown series Pratha Touch. Claim. Defy. He wasn't born to follow rules. He was the kind of man who made them - and then broke them, just to see who'd dare stop him. In a world built on rituals and fear, Shamsher Dev Thakur roared like a lion. Defeating, yet never bowed. He wasn't from her village. He wasn't part of their traditions. But he was the only man who looked her in the eye... and didn't flinch. She was barely a whisper - a young girl, full of laughter one moment and wrapped in white the next. A bride one day. A widow the next. Left to rot in a corner, forgotten by fate, punished by a world that decided she had lived too much already. But he saw her. She was just... sitting. Still. Staring into nothing. It broke the heart of the man like him. But he made the most dangerous decision of his life: To go against a village that wasn't his. To claim a girl the world had already declared untouchable. To marry her. Not out of love. Not yet. But out of pure, ruthless defiance. This is not a love story. This is the beginning of a war. One man. One girl. And an entire society trying to tear them apart.

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy ᴀᴀʀɪᴢ ᴋʜᴀɴ x ꜱᴀɪʀᴀ ᴋʜᴀɴ ~ The moment they reached the Khan Mansion, Aariz didn't even bother to hit the brakes properly. He drove the car straight into the garden, the tires ripping through the green, people scattering and screaming in horror as the car hurtled straight toward the wedding aisle like a raging bull. Inside, Qazi Sahib had been waiting patiently for over thirty minutes. Saira hadn't uttered a single word, her lips sealed, her eyes on the door, silently praying for someone who never came... Until now. The sound of the engine roared into the wedding hall, and she saw him-her Aariz. A slow, stunned smile tugged at her lips. Everyone stood up. The wedding came to a halt. Aariz slammed the car door open and walked out with thunder in his steps. His black shirt's top three buttons open, hair disheveled-eyes glowing like hellfire. In his right hand, a gun, straight and deadly, pointed at Rehan. "STOP THIS WEDDING..." he growled, his voice deeper than death itself, "...or I will turn this hall into blood bath" A gasp erupted across the crowd. Without another second wasted, Aariz pressed the trigger. The bullet tore through the air. But at the last second, Ayaaz pushed his arm upward and the shot went flying into the air. People screamed and ducked. Chaos. "Aariz! Control, dammit!" Ayaaz shouted, voice shaking. Aariz's face snapped toward him, madness swimming in his bloodshot eyes. "How do you expect me to CONTROL MYSELF when this ba**ard dares to marry MY WIFE?!" Saira's eyes widened. My wife? But... hadn't he signed the papers?

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

⚠️ This story is currently being edited and upgraded. Read at your own risk... or fall a little too hard along the way. As she turned the corner, she heard his deep voice whispering in her ear, "Do you really think you can escape me, jaan?" Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his warm breath on her skin. She tried to calm her racing pulse, but it was no use. "Come, jaan," he said, his voice low and husky, as he slowly closed the distance between them. She shuddered at the sound of her nickname, her eyes locked on his. "Adi," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he pulled her into his arms. She melted into his embrace, feeling the familiar flutter in her chest. He kissed the spot where his name was tattooed on her neck, and she moaned softly, the slow burn of emotions igniting within her. Then he........... ✨ Completed Story Started on - 27/06/2022 Ended on - 04/02/2023 🖋️ AUTHOR'S NOTE This story is purely a work of fiction. All characters, events, and plotlines are products of imagination. Images and shayaris used in the story are sourced from Pinterest and Google. 🌟 HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in cutelove (4.9K stories) #8 in India (40.3K stories) #5 in family (206K stories) #2 in Indian (22.4K stories) #6 in mature (129K stories) #2 in Delhi (9.97K stories) #52 in Wattpad (94.3K stories) #53 in friends (187K stories) #5 in arrangedmarriage (23.1K stories)

{ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬 } ~Slow Updates~ ~Typically It's Not Abuse, Please No Curses To Any Character In The Story~ • Strict Dad • Sweet Mom • Discipline The Hard Rule Of The Shah Family Vansh Raj Shah, The Soft Sole's Life.

✦ Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Obsession ✦ The first time she came to my house, she was five years old. She held my sister's hand, walked past me, and didn't even notice I existed. But I noticed her. Every laugh. Every careless smile. Every stupid ribbon in her hair. I lost a cricket match that day because I couldn't stop adoring her. A year later, she called me *bhaiya.* Everyone thought it was cute. I didn't eat for two days. She forgot about it the next morning. I didn't. To her, I was always just her best friend's older brother. To me, she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense. Years later, I married her. Yes, she hates me for it. But hatred is still a kind of attention. And I've waited my entire life for her attention. Sakshi Malhotra was never meant to belong to anyone else. She just hasn't realized it yet.