𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ Avni Sharma thought the worst her demanding boss could throw at her was sleepless nights and impossible deadlines-until he asked her to become his contract wife for six months. Rudransh Singh Rathore, ruthless CEO of Rathore Group of Industries and India's most sought-after bachelor, has no interest in love or marriage. But with mounting pressure from his family, he needs a solution-and fast. His answer? The one woman who always gets the job done: his loyal and unsuspecting PA. What starts as a professional arrangement soon blurs into something dangerously personal...

A girl "Tara Oberoi" and the guy "Mihir Raichand" tied in the marriage which was against their will. Her being the repacement of her sister and him being her biggest hater. A girl who never recieved love from anyone in her family or her siblings and a guy who was always pampered by the entire family. Will it last long? Will they ever fall in love with each other?? what's the truth behind everything?? To know these answers just be ready to read the upcoming chapters🎀 Tropes:- ☆Replaced bride ☆Marriage of convinience ☆Forced marriage ☆Age gap ☆Mystery ☆Dark romance

✦ The Sinful Vows ✦ ❝ 🔥 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 🔥 ❞ 💔 Arohi Verma never imagined that her life would be reduced to a bargaining chip. But when she is forced into a ruthless marriage, she finds herself bound to Rudra Singh Rathore-the most feared and untouchable mafia king in Mumbai. 💀 Cold-blooded. Merciless. Powerful beyond limits. 🔥 Rudra is a man who does not forgive... and Arohi's family has committed the ultimate sin. Now, she will pay the price. 🕊️ To him, she is nothing more than a pawn-one he will break, own, and mold into submission. 🌹 But Arohi is not the fragile flower he expected. Behind her innocent eyes burns a fire strong enough to scorch him. ⚔ She fears him. He hates her. But the more he tries to break her, the more she tempts the monster inside him. 💣 And when the line between hate and obsession blurs... there will be 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. ❝ 🔥 "You were forced to be my bride. But make no mistake... now, you are mine." 🔥 ❞

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

_____________________________________ ✨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 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!!

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #4 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Sitara Bose is the quiet storm. The girl with glasses, the one who always plays the side character in everyone else's story. She's endured more than her share of storms. Cruel betrayals, relentless bullying, and the sting of broken trust. But no matter how many times the world tried to break her, she refused to fall. Rudraksh Suryawanshi is a man who thrives in control. A ruthless businessman with a past buried under layers of secrets, he carries a darkness that no one dares to uncover. But the moment he lays eyes on Sitara, something inside him snaps. She's his angel, his obsession, his only desire. There's just one problem: She's meant to marry his brother. As the wedding looms closer, fate twists in ways neither of them expects. Betrayed by those she once trusted, Sitara is left shattered. But Rudraksh has already made his choice. He will have her, no matter the cost. As tension simmers and boundaries blur, their connection becomes an unstoppable force, dark, passionate, and inevitable. But with every stolen moment, every heated glance, they walk the fine line between love and destruction. Did the stars align for them, or were they doomed from the start? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 × 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐮 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥... 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲." #BOOK 1 OF ECHOES OF CRIMSON SERIES. A Story of Dark Love, Ruin, and Redemption ⚠️ Content Warning / Disclaimer ⚠️ This story contains graphic violence, gore, self-harm, and themes of psychological trauma. It also includes mature language, explicit content, and is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised. Some scenes may be emotionally triggering or disturbing, especially for those sensitive to topics involving abuse, obsession, and mental breakdowns. ⚠️ Disclaimer: Purely Fictional - Do Not Imitate ⚠️ This work is a dark, emotional rollercoaster, blending pain, passion, and raw intensity. Proceed only if you're ready to be shattered and stitched back together.

"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10