He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧. ☆°•°☆☆°•°☆ "𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 ? 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒉 " ───※ ·❆· ※─── 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓮? ───※ ·❆· ※─── 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 Inayah despises the idea of arrange marriage. Growing up with an abusive father inayah never believed in the idea of getting married one day . She has always been busy chasing her dream to become a painter , But when her father all of a sudden gambles her to get married to the richest and the most successful man in the country, her dreams are crushed and swiped under the carpet and she only has one feeling set for her future husband : Hatred. ☆°•°☆ 𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 Arhaan always thought that marriage will be better than ones wildest dreams from the moment he saw the girl of his dreams in his college. Loving your academic rival from afar always have a beauty of its own even though sometimes it's unbearable and painful. But when one day his father announces that he will be marrying the girl of his father's choice in a week his dreams are shattered and he only have one feeling set for his future wife:contempt

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

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?

"How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."