Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

This book is part of a trilogy and is not a standalone!! ______________ Their love was born in darkness. It was lost to blood, power, and betrayal. Now, it must be crowned-or destroyed completely. Vivian Singhania rules an empire built on fear, loyalty, and violence. A godfather feared by syndicates, a man who never hesitated-until love made him vulnerable. Until Aarini became his weakness. And his war. With enemies closing in, alliances collapsing, and the underworld demanding sacrifice, Vivian is forced to confront the one truth he's been running from: power can win wars, but it cannot protect what the heart refuses to lose. Aarini stands at the center of it all-no longer just the woman he loves, but the choice that could end him. She doesn't want his empire. She doesn't want blood in her name. All she wants is peace in a world that has never allowed it. As past sins resurface and the cost of survival grows unbearable, love is no longer just an emotion-it is a battlefield. In a world where violence is currency and loyalty is bought in blood, Love Crowned In The Dark World asks one final question: When love has survived the dark... what does it become when it is finally crowned??

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love 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 WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. 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!!

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Warning ⚠️ Mature content 🔞 *child marriage* she was 10 when he's 18 she was innocent girl who didn't know about marriage while he's sarpanch of village cruel dangerous. it's old fashion book so don't hate me for child marriage plot. " bhaiyaa" she scream...... "bhaiya honga tera bhai inaya" he shout he's face darkening with anger. Years later, he leaves the village and disappears into the cold streets of London. Time changes him. The boy who once ruled with anger becomes a man the world now fears - a brilliant lawyer with a dangerous silence and a darker aura. She calls him Rudra. The world calls him dangerous. " hum sarpanch hai baba humpe zor jabardasti nhi kar paoge aur na hi hame us ladki se vivah karne ke liye mana paoge" he said calmly but firmly. " tum uske ghar to jaa aao baki fir baad me dekhenge, tumhari maa ki zidd hai " he's father said with pleading.... Rudrakansh ko sirf ek hi chiz ki bookh h aur vo h respect. ~~~~ "Sarpanch jiiii, please na... aap to bohot acche hai na! Aisa mat karein... bas upar se aam phek rahi hu, pakad lo please!" ~~~~ forced marriage innocent girl × short tempered sarpanch little girl × mature man Possessive Obsession Vo kehte rahe dur raho humse , hum kehte rahe paas hi to hai A promise made in childhood... a destiny waiting to return. He always saw her as just a child, a little shadow growing up before his eyes. But the day she stood before him in a saree... something dangerous woke inside him. A desire he never wanted, a feeling he tried to fight. Because she was the same girl he had watched grow up- yet suddenly, she wasn't just a child anymore. And now... she is his obsession, his stubborn claim, his madness, his burning obsession and wild desire. 🖤 And trust me, guys- this story is worth it. Please give it a try. 🖤✨

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.