Kartik Jaisingh- A man very well-behaved, understanding, calm and clever like a fox loses his peace just because of a girl who has a healthy crush on him. Meera Raichand- a naughty, bubbly, independent and full of life girl gave her heart to a man who does not even acknowledge wedding and love stories. His plan is clear. If he marries, he wants a girl like his two sisters-in-law. The probability of marriage is only 10% out of 100. Everything is clear about her too. She has decided that she will make Kartik Jaisingh the son-in-law of her house. Both are polar opposites. He believes in facts while she lives in a different world- dreams. He believes in truth and philosophy of life. He is annoyed by the fake love of the world. On the other hand, there is her who has completely planned her love story including the charming prince of her life. But was it all that easy? Could her life have become a love story with a perfect ending?

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛʀɪsʜɴᴀ x ᴅᴇᴠᴀɴsʜ ━━━𓆩♡𓆪━━━━━━━━ "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." My husband forgot me. And I shattered. He looked into my eyes as if I was a stranger. It said he didn't remember me. Didn't remember what we shared. But the moment we lost our daughter, He came back. Not like a husband. But like something reborn through fire and blood. I asked him for revenge. He painted justice in red. Now he watches me sleep like I'm the last fragile thing he hasn't shattered. He doesn't touch me out of desire-he worships me out of obsession. Every kiss is an apology. Every breath, a quiet war. And I think somewhere in all this, I stopped being his wife... and became his reason to destroy everything else. He never raised his voice. He never begged. He just stayed. Close. Still. Dangerous with his charming smiles. Some cages didn't need locks. Just love twisted wrong. And some monsters didn't chase their prey. They wrapped themselves in tenderness to make sure the outside world felt too scary to run-My husband was one of them. || 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷

𝘈 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜, 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 This is not a love story that starts with smiles. This is a story that begins with silence, scars, and secrets. Love here is not soft. It is intense. Protective. Dangerous. "I can destroy the world for you... or burn it to protect you." The past refuses to stay buried. Secrets slowly come to the surface. Trust becomes fragile. And every emotion comes with a price. This story explores: Hidden identities and double lives Love that grows in dangerous situations Emotional trauma and silent suffering Power, control, and the cost of loyalty The thin line between obsession and desire

Aswin Suryavanshi grew up in a house full of people... but not a single drop of love. Abused by the parents who should've protected him, he learned to survive by shutting down every emotion. Now he's a self-made billionaire - but no one knows. To the world, he's cold. To his family, he's invisible. To himself... he's numb. Aradhya Kapoor once had a home filled with warmth. Until the sudden loss of her parents tore her world apart. Living with relatives who only tolerated her, she lost not just her family - she lost her voice. Silence became her shield. Their fathers strike a deal. A marriage. Purely business. No love. No expectations. Just signatures, rituals, and two strangers bound by pain. But fate has a cruel way of bringing the right broken pieces together. What happens when two unloved souls are forced under the same roof? When a man who feels nothing meets a woman who cannot speak? When silence becomes the loudest connection between them? Will they heal each other... or break further? Will this marriage remain a deal... or become their only chance at love?

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

What happens when love chooses fire over forgiveness? Stripped of titles, betrayed by blood, and cast out of the house that once echoed with her laughter, Pahel Ranawat walks away-not in defeat, but in defiance. She gave up her name, her power, and her career... all for the man her family swore was beneath her. Now, as she builds a new life brick by brick beside Yuvraj Rajvansh, the world watches-waiting for her to break, to crawl back, to regret. But regret is for the weak. And Pahel was never that. Yuvraj, once the outsider in her world, now becomes her world. The man who holds her broken pieces without asking for perfection, who silently carries the weight of her choices while building a future that honors them. Together, they burn quietly-ruthlessly-through a world that left no space for their kind of love. But the past is a cunning predator, and betrayal wears many masks. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a weapon, not all enemies hide in the dark. Some sit across the dinner table. Some smile in family portraits. As secrets unravel and revenge walks in heels, will love be enough to keep them whole, or will the war to protect each other burn down everything they built together?

She had no one left to talk to. So she talked to him - a man who would never reply. For five years, Vaanika Subramaniam poured her soul into the DMs of a stranger. Not for attention. Not for love. Just to survive. To feel like someone, somewhere, might be listening. To the grief clawing at her chest. To the rage of growing up in a house that fed on silence. To the pain of being a girl the world tried to break - gently, slowly, and then all at once. That stranger? Ekaansh Vashisth. Actor. Icon. Lie. India's most beloved face - with a smile curated to perfection and eyes that forgot how to feel. At 34, he's drowning under fame, betrayal, and the unbearable noise of being wanted by everyone but loved by no one. Until one night - In the haze of heartbreak and insomnia - He opens his DMs. And finds 20,000 messages. From her. Messages that read like confessions. Like poetry. Like someone saw him without ever looking. And for the first time in years - he listens. While he is finally heard. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. Because her whispers sound like home. Because she was unraveling - and he was the thread she didn't know she was clinging to. - This is not a love story. This is two broken people whispering into the void - and somehow, finding each other there. An age-gap slow burn. A story of unseen love, aching silence, and the way two strangers can unknowingly become each other's lifeline.

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.