Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

This is a very complicated story, so kindly read at your own risk. I am writing this short story on public demand. All the images are from Pinterest.

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

#2 in Love series "She's just an unwanted addition in my life. I don't give a fuck if she even dies." Rudra Ahuja, CEO of Ahuja industries and business partner of Malhotra Co., He is one of India's top ten bachelors but is a fuckboy indeed. He believes every girl just wants money and pleasure. He doesn't believe in the concept of love. "He's a devil. Loving him feels like a mistake but I want to commit this mistake and love him forever" Janvi Arora, a sweet sunshine girl, a cs engineer. She's a daughter of a businessman but is not interested in their family business. She lives with her grandmother in Mumbai and works for Malhotra Co.. She's a book worm and wants someone to love her just like a fictional man does.

✨✨✨ Royal Series 1✨✨✨ Just like the tagline says, it's all a facade. A facade that they created themselves, but it changed their lives the way they never imagined. A runaway bride who accidentally meets a police officer. She is in a desperate need of help and he is her saviour. But she is a trouble he didn't see coming. However, he also takes advantage of her and uses her for his purpose. Their love-hate relationship tests the people around them. They are not sure if they are faking it to the world or themselves. Only destiny knows if they are meant to be together or just fall apart like strangers. Tropes: Runaway bride Police officer Grumpy x sunshine Politician's daughter Fake relationship Royal Romance

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

Taimur and Khizra -to feel deeply is to be alive Tropes: Hate to Love, Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Forced Proximity, Found Family, Jealousy, Emotional Angst

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?

This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?