I was the perfect wife for five years, but he never loved me. He only had eyes for her, his first love. So I decided to end our marriage and move out. But a week later, he showed up at my door. "Divorce?" He looked at me with red eyes. "Say that again."

She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

"A wife should wait for her husband... But how long before waiting turns into loneliness?" Navya's marriage was meant to be a dream. A charming husband, a new life, a perfect future. But dreams shatter when built on lies. Abhay, the man she married, had never truly been hers. He was a ghost in their marriage, absent and distant, leaving her trapped in a life where she was nothing more than a title-a wife in name only. She tried. She waited. She hoped. And then... she found solace in the one man she shouldn't. Mrityunjay. Her husband's elder brother. He was cold, responsible, untouchable. A man who built walls around himself, who lived by duty and never let emotions dictate his actions. But behind the control was a man who saw her, who listened, who cared. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. He wasn't supposed to break for her. But some loves are inevitable. Some desires refuse to be buried. And some sins are impossible to resist. A tale of a marriage that was never meant to be... and a love that was never meant to happen. © 2025 iamredflagbutcute.

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦" 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 "𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 " (𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊) ✧⁠◝A suspense thriller romance◜⁠✧ (Under major editing. Read it at your own risk) A tale of four families, trapped in threads of love, Obsession and blood. The secrets that should have been buried deep but have relived with new faces again. Four couples, four bloodlines writing a new dynasty with obsession and destruction. A haunted past that hover over them like an undeniable curse. A love so deep that it's both sin and salvation. Read to find out, what destiny had planned for them when the past curses the future, destroys and rebuild it again-just to bury it deep into the ground once again erasing it's trance.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

Never in my life I imagined my whole twenty three years of my life changing with the single "yes" from HIM. I never wanted him to say yes! Hell, I never expected my father to propose for my marriage in the first place, with him.. that too in-front of the whole kingdom... to the King The RATANVEER CHAUHAN. And i have no clue why such a great king and the ruler wants to marry me, I never really knew him. I know nothing about him except his name. Probably it's the same with him, there is no way he could have heard of me let alone hate or.. love! Then Why ME??? And this is my story, the story of the Princess Sanyukta who was pushed into the loveless marriage by her own family. Her journey to unknown empire, his kingdom. Let's learn the difficulties she faced, joy that she enjoyed, Pride that she became and how her life turned upside down along with the people of "their kingdom" through her journey, the never ending saga of wisdom, charisma and love. This book is purely and totally fictional. No bias towards any religion or personality! If you want to dive into my magical world of love and war, peep in ❤️ PS: The pictures are taken from Pinterest and credits will be given to the concerned creator 🙌 And people while commenting please use English yaar🙏🏼😇

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

She died with silence in her throat and blood on her hands. Now, fate gives her a second chance-wrapped in old wounds and an unfamiliar husband. Avani Khurana remembers everything-betrayal, pain, and the family that watched her burn. This time, she won't stay silent. And Vyom-her husband in name, stranger in truth-might be the only one who sees the fire in her eyes. This isn't a love story. It's a reckoning. And maybe-just maybe-redemption.