"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

What happens when a normal teenage girl gets transmigrated into the stories she once read?

He made her coffee every morning. He picked up their son from school. He loved her like it was the only thing he knew how to do. She had him framed for crimes that didn't exist. He is Aditya Deshmukh: betrayed by his wife, hated by his son, wronged by the system, loved by an obsessive woman. She loved him even after knowing he loved another woman. She loved him so much that she pushed him into the jaws of death. She wished him dead and now that he's dead, she'll do anything to get him justice. She is Medha Gehlot: the woman who was never chosen by the man who was her everything. Note: This is for readers who loved The Count of Monte Cristo. For readers who want a revenge story that asks whether one must become a monster himself to defeat the monsters responsible for the rot in the whole world. For readers tired of perfect heroines - who want flawed, obsessive, impulsive female leads who have the heart to go into the depths of hell for love but lack the maturity and wisdom to choose letting go. Content note: contains prison violence, institutional injustice, and emotional devastation. You've been warned."

"Pata nahi kya bawal machega... mera ghunghat uthne par..." the girl behind the veil whispered nervously to herself. Everyone was waiting. All the businessmen, tycoons, and the media outside... the whole country was desperate to see the face of Aditya Roy's wife. And the moment her veil lifted- Aditya Roy was shocked. For a second, he just looked at her... almost lost. Then suddenly, holding her arm a little harshly, he pulled her closer and said, "Meet my wife." Before anyone could react, he dragged her inside a room and pushed her. She fell on the floor. "Kaun ho tum? Rhea kahan hai?" he shouted in anger. She replied, trembling, "Main Rhea ki best friend hoon... aur Rhea, Vinay ke saath chali gayi..." "Chali gayi ya bhaag gayi?" he said coldly. In anger, he picked up a flower vase and threw it against the wall. It shattered. She flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks. He came closer and said in a dangerously low voice- "Ab jab tumne dosti nibha kar mujhse shaadi ki hai... toh suhagraat bhi manani padegi." She froze, fear in her eyes. "Mujhe jaane do... yeh shaadi ek galti hai... main abhi 20 saal ki bhi nahi hoon..." ~ISHQ SHAVA~ [When the bride he never chose becomes his obsession... he never wanna lose.]

he was forced into an arranged marriage by his family. 8 months into the marriage, there was not a single word spoken between husband and wife. no love. no fight. just pure silence. but what happens when silence slowly starts feelings...different? Small note: hey, i'm writing about my own arranged marriage from a some year back(2016-17 ). i don't really know how to write it in a in a polished way, so i'm just writing it exactly the way i remember it.... casual, a bit messy like a personal diary. since i'm from nepal, there might be a few minor mistakes in some hindi phrases or in my english as well.

~Telugu Book (with translations) Aarav Reddy, 28, is a successful gynaecologist and is dangerously charming. He is an extrovert person and makes everyone happy beside him and always put a smile on his face. Aashna Reddy,24, is a successful CA and a independent girl who desires success in every work she does. She is a cheerful person with her people but an introvert with others. She is also insecure and overthinker about her looks due to her PCOD problem. But when destiny brings them together...in a arranged marriage cum love marriage. Will they be able to love each other or god has any another plans?? TROPES:- ~ Doctor x CA ~ Arrange Marriage ~ He fell first, she fell harder ~ Green flag x Green flag ~ Telugu abbayi x Telugu ammayi ~ Extrovert x Introvert ~ Overexplainer x Overthinker Start: 08|12|2025 End:

🎥 TRAILER : https://youtu.be/6NPbnNINsyI "I didn't mean to kill him. At least, not the first time." --- Behind the quiet charm of Amelia's flower shop lies a carefully cultivated world-one where beauty masks something far more deliberate. Every bouquet is arranged with precision. Every choice carries meaning. Because in Amelia's world- the flowers always find a way. 🖤🔪🖤 📌 BET - No one can guess the plot twist. Even though it was right under your nose this whole time. And when it is revealed... you'll have to read the book again. (I will be posting this story on Royal Road as well!)

A group chat between 13 cinnamon rolls.

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

Avni Deshmukh is a cute and sweet drama queen who loves to light up every place she walks into with her sparkling energy and endless drama. Rishi Malhotra is silent and cold, a man who opens up to only a few chosen people. They hate each other from bottom of their hearts, yet destiny plays its game and ties them together in an accidental marriage: not arranged, not forced, not a contract. How will these two opposites handles their marriage? Will they learn to stay together or walk separate paths? And most importantly...can Avni ever make her way into Rishi's small, guarded world? To find out, let's dive into their story filled with chaos, warmth, and unexpected love.