Italian don x indian actress He knew everything about her- from her favourite food to favourite colour, her deepest wounds to deepest desires, about her past and present. She was never the one to believe in love or commitments , she had her reasons for. She stayed away from the concept of love all her life- no after One tragic incident in her life. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. Her manager receives an invitation to a masquerade ball in Venice hosted by Sebastian, it was an exclusive event to the rich all across the world- businessman, actors and mafias. She felt lucky to be invited and decided to attend the ball, unknown to the carefully laid trap she was walking into, the trap Sebastian laid for his one and only obsession Will his obsession scare her away or pull her closer?

A beautiful story between a chubby, clingy girl and a mischievous, naughty extrovert. what will happen when an arrange marriage would tie an ambivert with an extrovert. the story would carry fluff, puppy love, cuddles and mature them. Let us take this story of Anika and Arjun to our heart. First book of 'Was it was' series

"You married Armaan Shekhawat. Remember that means your freedom no longer belongs to you. It belongs to me." Armaan Shekhawat demands control. She still believes in love. "But you should still be scared of me, Mrs. Shekhawat." ___________ He smiled faintly... not the cocky smirk she was used to, but something real, almost boyish. "What have you done to me, Rooh? I used to hate mornings, and now I can't imagine waking up without you next to me." She blinked fast, her throat tightening. He leaned closer, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, his thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. "I want to be with you. Always. I don't care where, how, or when. I just..." He exhaled softly. "Damn, I can't live without you." ___________ #1 in #wattpad on 30/12/2025 #4 in #family on 14/01/2026 #1 in #intimacy on 21/01/2026 #2 in #wattpadromance on 05/02/2026 #DarkRomance #ArrangedMarriage #ForcedMarriage #HateToLove #EnemiesToLovers #Possessive #Spicy #CEORomance #ContractMarriage #ForcedProximity #SlowBurnRomance #DarkPast

_____________________________________ ✨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. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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!!

Amelia, a servant girl who served the Rivera family since childhood, is forced to marry the dangerous Santos brothers-a replacement for Isabella Rivera, Francisco Rivera's daughter as she fled the night before her arranged marriage. The brothers don't know they are marrying a servant instead of a mafia princess, but Amelia knows one thing, when the truth comes out, there will be bloodshed because the Santos brothers don't tolerate betrayal.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

Forced into a marriage she never wanted. Claimed by the man she fears the most. Loved by the one she swore to hate. This is not a sweet love story. This is obsession. This is dark romance.

~To the boys, who have never experienced love before, this one's for you all~ 1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases which are not translated in english*** Abhisar Singh. His life is too messed up with his insecurities related to himself, because of his past life. Until she comes, and washes off all his insecurities by kissing all his past wounds. Peep in, to read and explore Abhisar's journey!!!

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

Down-on-her-luck Aubrey gets the job offer of a lifetime, with one catch: her ex-husband is her new boss. *** Aubrey Whitlock's life is turned upside down after her divorce, leaving her an unemployed, broke, and single 29-year-old. A chance meeting with her ex throws her for a loop again when he makes her an offer: come work with him as his assistant. Now a self-made billionaire, Bryce Roberts is just as infuriating-and good-looking-as he was the first time around. Their marriage was disastrous, but their chemistry is stronger than ever. Will they ever mend their relationship, or will it be nothing more than a heated game of seduction? And what will happen when Bryce discovers the secrets Aubrey has been keeping from him after all this time?