Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

*********** I gave myself to her... and she handed me over to my worst enemy - betrayal. Now, I'm wearing my crown again - the one she swore I'd never wear - and she's stepping back into my world... dressed in red. Alessandro Moretti was never meant to have her - the only heir to Italy's most ruthless mafia empire. His path was carved in blood, his fate sealed to become the next king of the underworld... until Saisha Rawat walked into his life - an Indian girl he should've stayed away from. Her smile wasn't supposed to own him... but it did. He began to live for her. Breathe for her. And all the while, she hid her secrets behind that smile. She made him believe in forever. Then she disappeared - taking his soul with her. ✧༺༻✧✧༺༻✧✧༺༻✧✧༺༻✧✧ Step into a world of: ● 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ● 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ● 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 ● 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 And the ultimate... SERIES OF BETRAYALS

"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TARA ROY: Tara was 21, all quiet resilience and hidden softness she refused to let the world touch. When her father died, he left behind 25 lakh in debt and a one-week deadline that felt like a ticking bomb beneath her feet. REHAN SINGHANIA: Rehan Singhania was 29, controlled, calculated and dangerously composed. A CEO who built his empire on precision, not chance. He doesn't move without strategy. He doesn't believe in coincidences. And he never reaches for something he doesn't intend to keep. --- When he offers her marriage in exchange for clearing her debt, it sounds simple. A contract. A solution. An escape. But nothing about Rehan is ever simple. He looks at her like she's already chosen. Protects her like she already belongs to him. Wants her with an intensity that feels less like impulse... and more like inevitability. So was it really fate that brought him to her at her lowest? Or was Tara never drowning at all- just stepping exactly where he'd been waiting all along?

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓? Married for a decade to a man who shared your bed with others, your life was a lie. And when you finally break free, there he stands- burning, waiting, loving you from afar. He doesn't offer love, he offers ruin. Because to him, you're not just a woman, you're his salvation. "𝐈𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞." It will twist your heart, burn your soul and re- define love for you. By the end of this soul-igniting story, love for you won't be the same. You'll be spoiled for good. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝗧 𝗥 𝗢 𝗣 𝗘 𝗦 Student X Teacher (Older FL) Reverse Age Gap Romance Stalker Obsession Second Chance at Love Dark Romance Forbidden Love Revenge 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐓𝐂𝐊.

BOOK 1 in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 "𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰." ♡𝒜𝒶𝓇𝑜𝒽𝒾 𝒥𝒽𝒶 ♡ Doctor by passion. 24 yrs old. Heart of the family. Sweet but not so sweet. Loves her family. A lively carefree girl, calls herself a "SANSKARI BITCH". Believes in love and a devotee of Lord Shiva 🙏🏻. ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ ♡ 𝑅𝓊𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒽 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓊𝒽𝒶𝓃 ♡ CEO of Chauhan Industries. 35 yrs old. Can do anything to protect his family and siblings. People fear his wrath. Hates liars and believes love makes a person incompetent. ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ " 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 , 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." He said breaking the mangalsurta and pushing me aside. ... What will happen when two such personalities fall in love?? Will they make it or fate has other plans !! ❃°•°❀°•°❃ 18+ content Mature language

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. Book 2 in "Dark Fate" series. "Obsession is like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path even friendships and boundaries." • ✧ • Vivaan Grover is my boyfriend. He still is. But sometimes love doesn't feel like love anymore. It used to be simple - him and me against the world. Until the world turned into shadows and silence. Until the messages began, the gifts I never asked for, the voice that never spoke but somehow followed me everywhere. My stalker didn't just watch me... he haunted me. And when that wasn't enough, he made me choose - him or Vivaan. He never laid a finger on me. He didn't need to. Fear does its job when it's patient. I broke the heart I swore I'd never touch. And the moment I did, the stalker disappeared... like he was never there at all. And somehow, Vivaan and I found our way back to each other. But everything had changed. He held me, but his arms no longer felt like home. Не kissed me, but there was distance in every touch, a silence between our bodies that no words could fill. He was with me... but he wasn't with me. And just when I thought I'd finally breathe again, Kian Albrecht walked into my life. My brother's best friend. His presence is like smoke and fire, impossible to ignore, dangerous to inhale. He doesn't ask. He claims. He doesn't knock. He breaks through. And when his eyes fall on me, I feel it deep in my bones - I'm not safe, not from him... not from what he awakens in me. Now, I'm unraveling. My stalker is watching again. Vivaan is slipping away. And Kian-he's not a savior. He's a storm dressed in obsession, and somehow, I'm standing in the center of it, unable to move, unable to run. This isn't a love story. This is a warning. And I think I'm already too late to save myself.

The world had always envied the family of Rajvansh yet had fallen on their knees for them. They have been powerful yet a family of criminals. And in the family was stuck Vedika Rajvansh- The wife of the eldest son. There was nothing Vedika could do to change the conservative mind of the Rajvansh family and neither she could do anything to change the coldness of her husband towards her. She gave him everything, her soul, her virginity, her heart, yet that heart shattered when she found herself holding the divorce papers in her hand. It only took few seconds to take her everything by her heartless husband. Abhimanyu Rajvansh is a cold-blooded criminal. The world saw him as one of the most eligible bachelors of India after his divorce, but no one knew the reason of it. He was a devil in disguise as the said and known for his heartless ways that he was and he proved this true by divorcing his wife, he left her bruised, broken and scattered. But what if he was not going to stop being heartless for now. Vedika thought she was away from his him, unknown to the fact that her heartless husband had returned to take something precious from her this time but was Vedika going to let him succeeded in his mission.

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."