✨Book Description✨ In the glittering world of wealth and legacy, Shaurya Surveer, a 30-year-old billionaire with power sprawling across continents, lives behind layers of silence and shadows. Ruthless in business and reclusive in nature, he carries a darkness that no fortune can heal-a haunting past buried beneath his cold gaze and carefully tailored suits. On the other side of the city's skyline is Sitaara Dhiwan, a 23-year-old self-made millionaire whose world smells of sugar, spice, and everything resilience. A renowned baker with a chain of opulent patisseries, she hides her scars behind frosted cupcakes and warm smiles. Estranged from her own family, she lives alone-not by choice, but by betrayal. When fate begins to meddle with well-laid plans, Shaurya's grandparents arrange his marriage to a girl of their choosing. But destiny, with its twisted sense of timing, intervenes-and Sitaara becomes the replaced bride. Two strangers. Two broken hearts. One unexpected union. What begins as a mere accident of fate soon turns into a tale of passion, secrets, redemption, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

He wears discipline like a second skin. She carries quiet defiance in her eyes. Aryavardhan Singh Rathore, a Wing Commander, lives by control. Vritika Roy, a neurosurgeon, lives by restraint. They clash the moment they meet. He dislikes her calm. She resents his authority. So he watches her-not out of interest, but instinct. Observation becomes habit. Habit becomes something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase. He doesn't confess. He positions himself where her world slowly starts to close in. Because some men don't fall in love. They decide. Vritika realizes too late that being seen by him was never harmless. It was the beginning of possession. This is not a gentle love story. It is a slow burn of obsession, dominance, and forbidden desire- where hatred turns into hunger, and walking away was never an option. Enter only if you're ready for a romance that doesn't ask. It claims.

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

She had everything- A glittering skyline at her window, parents who adored her, a lover who swore the stars would bow to her smile. At twenty-eight, Aarika Singhania ruled her empire-a company she'd built from dust and ambition. She was everything which a girl dreams of. Her life was perfect. Too perfect. Until one night-screeching tires, shattered glass, and then-nothing. When she opened her eyes again... the world wasn't hers anymore. A cramped bedroom. Faded walls. Two small faces staring at her with tear-filled eyes- "Mommy?" Her reflection in the cracked mirror was a stranger-twenty-one, tired, beautiful in a way that carried pain. A ring on her finger, a man's shirt hanging on the door, and two toddlers calling her mother. The CEO of a billion-dollar company... now a young wife in a life she never lived. Who was the woman she replaced? Where did her own body go? And can she return to the world that once bowed to her name- or is she destined to rewrite her fate in this borrowed skin? Her heart says it's a second chance. Her mind whispers it's a trap.

The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

[ THIS STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED ] Rudransh Singh Rathore, aka "RSR (Leo) ," is the feared underworld mafia king. With four brothers by his side, he's unstoppable. But beneath his tough exterior lies a heart that beats only for his brothers. Ruhanika Singhania, daughter of a weanlthy businessman, is a pure and innocent soul. Unaware of the darkness that lurks in the world, she's a ray of sunshine in a world of shadows. When fate brings them together in an unexpected twist, Ruhanika finds herself arranged married to Rudransh! As she navigates her new life with the mafia king and his brothers, Ruhanika's kindness and love begin to chip away at their cold, hardened hearts. But will she be able to handle the darkness that surrounds them? Join Ruhanika and Rudransh on a journey of love, family, and self-discovery! *Genre:* Indian FF, Romance, Drama, Mafia *Warning:* Mature themes, strong language, and violence.

When tragedy struck, Shivani Sharma lost her parents when she was 10. Her father's closest friend - the powerful, disciplined, and dangerously composed Rudra Pratap Singh Chaudhary - stepped in to foster her. He was supposed to be her guardian. Her protector. Not the man who would one day turn her innocence into his greatest temptation. For years, Rudra raised Shivani with his own daughter, keeping her safe, sending her abroad to study. But when she returns at nineteen, everything is different. She isn't a little girl anymore. She's graceful, untouched, and carries the same quiet beauty that once broke his heart - her mother's. Now every look tempts him. Every smile feeds his hunger. Shivani was meant to be his responsibility. Instead, she's becoming his forbidden obsession. And Rudra? He's the one man who can protect her from the world... but not from himself.

"Why do we always fuck after an argument?" She asked "Cuz I love to be inside that heated up pussy of yours." He casually replied. __________________________________________ [Book 1 of "The Ruinous Chronicles " ] SLOW UPDATES!

1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases in initial chapters which are not translated in english*** Abhigyan Singh, a Sarpanch of the village named 'Tarapur'. The position was passed to him by his father at the age of 20, when his father was on his death bed. His mother, Surekha Pradeep Singh, is a cancer patient. And his brother, Abhisar Singh, 12 years-old, was still studying in school whereas his sister, Sunaina, was married off at the age of 21, as per his father's last wish, infront of his eyes. Such a huge responsibility at such a young age had made Abhigyan arrogant, rude, a very secretive person. When he turned 28, the only wish of his mother was to marry off his son with a straight like cow and good-looking like princess type of girl. Although, Abhigyan wasn't ready, he knew that he would destroy girl's life by marrying her, still he agreed when his mother and elder sister forced him. Let's see how his life goes like with an unknown girl.

"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.