Aaradhya, a brilliant and resilient young woman with a debilitating stutter, is forced to marry Siddharth, a ruthless and enigmatic CEO with a hidden vulnerable side. What makes this union even more daunting is that Siddharth had once promised never to accept her as his wife, yet now he's bound to her by the very ties he once rejected. As she navigates the treacherous waters of her new reality, she must confront the dark secrets of her family's past, her own troubled history, and the true motives of her husband. With each step, she must choose between succumbing to the pressures of her new life or finding the strength to forge her own path. © 2024

"18000000" he said making her eyes widen in horror. "But don't worry I will give you two options." He said softly as if he was talking to a child. "First, you pay me the money. Second, you get married to me." He knew her heart would break but this was the only way to make her stay with him, forever. Alisha and Aayansh were in love with each other but one day something happened and it forced Alisha to leave but now that she is back The Aayansh Malhotra would do anything to make her stay. (This is my first story on wattpad please give it atry and support me. )

# 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐟𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐚 : 𝘈 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒌-𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒅." ___________________________________________ "She said she loved stories... But she never knew, one would trap her inside. 📖 Ishita Rathore - a simple, middle-class girl, who lived between pages and dreams. But what happens... when the book she loves pulls her in? And worse... What happens when she becomes the second chance of the villain himself - Ekansh Singh Rajvansh. Not the hero. Not the prince. The villain. The one who lost everything once. And now, he won't lose again. Not her. Not this time. "Welcome to the world where fiction becomes fate... And villains rewrite their endings." 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑺- ✧ 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥. ✧ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐗 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧. ✧ 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩. ✧ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲. ✧ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐭𝐨-𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. ✧ "𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞" 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈

Tropes Forced Arranged marriage Enemies to lovers Banter Billionaire North Indian X South Indian Best friend's brother Sassy heroine Smut Hridhaya always knew Karthick was bad for her blood pressure-grumpy, arrogant, and permanently stuck in rage mode. But when their families drop the ultimate MARRIAGE bomb and decide they should get married, she realizes she's officially living in her worst nightmare. HRIDHAYA: Marrying Karthick worser than to: ❌ Be buried under a mountain of cockroaches. ❌ Watch a three-hour TV serial in slow motion (with dramatic zoom-ins on everyone's shocked face). ❌ That's worse than being trapped in an elevator with a nosy auntie. ❌Worser than eating soggy panipuri all my life But no. Instead of living my peaceful, Karthick-free life, I'm now stuck in a wedding I never signed up for-with him, Mr Always Angry, cactus Karthick. The man who argues with me like it's his full-time job.This isn't a wedding. This is a hostage situation. KARTHICK: If someone had told me I'd be married to Hridhaya, I would have laughed in their face. Or screamed. Or maybe jumped into a crocodile-infested river-less painful than this. I hate her Because marrying Hridhaya? ❌ Using a blunt razor on the face and ending up with battle scars. ❌ Worse than being stuck in a never-ending WhatsApp family group. ❌ Worse than getting stuck in traffic right before reaching home when you really need to pee. She's bossy, loud, and has an answer for everything. And now? She's my wife.This is not a marriage. This is a lifetime sentence. The Real Problem? Between petty sabotage, accidental attraction, and a wedding they never asked for, their battle isn't just about avoiding marriage anymore-it's about surviving it. Because the more they fight, the closer they get... and the closer they get, the more dangerous this game becomes. Brace yourselves. This isn't just a wedding. It's an all out war.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

(Book #1 of Battle series) His eyes blazing with a rare fire. His grasp on her hand was tight enough to leave a bruise, his sword inches away from her neck. "Where are you trying to go, my love?" he whispered dangerously in her ears She gulped nervously for all she can see was the sword which could prick her skin any moment.She looked around to find out that she was surrounded, everything was broken and tarnished, the silk curtains were shredded into pieces, courtesy of his sword. Her silence angered him, his patience was on the edge. The presence of his own soldiers annoyed him, he wanted her cornered by him, he wanted her to fear him... only him. He pulled her with sudden force, she stumbled a bit but then it was his hold on her only which didn't let her fall. He dragged her to a room and threw her on the bed. Her eyes widened with fear, she tried moving to the far end of bed but failed miserably when he pulled her towards him by her wrist. "Who the hell gave you permission to go?" He screamed at her "Answer me!" he screamed again, the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine "No one." She whispered "Then, why the hell did you try to run?" Even though she had answer, she couldn't speak. Gripping fear constricted her throat. She was trapped forever because deep down she knew there was no escape, no way out of here. The only way to survive was the battle but even that was hopeless. ☆☆✧☆☆✧ Lavanya Chatura, the beautiful princess of Chaturajy. A rebel to traditions and a fighter. But a single war changed her life into something, there's no escape from. Harshveer Daksesh, the cold hearted king of Daksesh. A brave, powerful and perfect king with no love, kindness and compassion. Some even believe that he's not human but a fire, fueled by anger. Will enemies turn into lovers? Is a string enough to keep 2 souls together? Will they win the battle where there's no hope of winning? To find out read Hopeless Battle

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 Varnika Rawat, one of the top fashion designers of New York. Despite being talented & successful, people misunderstood that she has reached the heights of success only because of being the sole heiress of Rawat Industries. She was living her carefree life, ignoring people's remarks but her life turned upside down when her childhood enemy Atharv Kapoor entered in her life. Atharv Kapoor, CEO of Kapoor Industries who is known for his sunshiny nature. But only the business world is aware of his monstrous side. Circumstances made both of them bear each other. But what will happen when she will feel something more than just hate for him? As much as she hates him, she's attracted to him. But the question is, will Atharv feel the same for her ? Will he try to know the misunderstood heiress ? Or will he again tag her as a mere spoiled princess? . . Be a part of their hatred journey to get answer about these questions. . ©𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in obsession

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!